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“Chatter is always happening. However, I think a few teams like Chicago, Arizona, Seattle and New York are all circling your boy, willing to offer him in arbitration the biggest number. He’s a great catcher, and some teams need a good one like him.”
I’ve spoken with Gunnar every night for the past two weeks and he hasn’t mentioned anything about this information. Could the team management not have discussed these things with him on purpose?
Shit! I can’t move to another city.
I have everything in San Diego.
San Diego is my home.
THE REST of the drive was spent with small talk, even though I wanted to be a good passenger - I was in no mood to chitchat when now the weight of my future laid on my shoulders.
We arrive in Phoenix and I pull up the maps for where Gunnar rented a house. As we pulled up to the front of it, Mr. Lyons blows a faint whistle.
“Quite the palace for Spring Training,” he observes.
“Go big or go home.” I reply with my hand on the door. “Thank you for the ride, it would have been shit to sit any longer in that airport. I don’t even see any signs of a monsoon. Stupid weatherman.”
“That’s the thrill of a monsoon. Here one minute, gone the other,” he smiles. “Get some work done. I want some new information on the farm boys, sprinkle in some with the usual guys and don’t forget to have fun.”
“Thanks boss!” I reply getting out of the car, removing my suitcase from the backseat and rolling it up to the front door.
I knock on the door, hoping that I got the right address because this place is intense. As I’m looking at the stucco on the outside of the house, the front door opens up to a massive inside with my man standing right in front of me.
He’s wearing a navy-blue sweatshirt and basketball shorts. His hair looks like it’s still wet from a shower and that he’s ran his hands through a million times. He hasn’t shaved in a few days, but he looks gorgeous with a little stubble. My heart leaps as his eyes crinkle with his smile. All my worries have melted away with the warm smile on his face as he pulls me into him and breathes me in.
“Fuck, I’m so glad that you’re here. I’ve needed you here like you couldn’t believe,” he says into my hair as he pulls me further inside the house and closes the door with his foot.
“This place.” I start.
“What do you think? Cool, right?” he asks.
“I mean, for just you, it’s a little much, don’t you think?”
“Well, you’re here now - so it’s not just me. I’ve also had a few of the guys come and go. We had a party that first weekend and I wanted to test out a bigger space.”
He led me in the house while trailing my suitcase behind him. The house was insanely huge and had an open floor plan inside. I wasn’t sure where to even look. It was also the complete opposite of our modern condo that we live in with more grays and stainless steel surfaces than beiges and creams, but this is Arizona, so likely that’s a staple in every home here.
“Bent is going to come by for some grub tonight, I hope that’s cool. He said he wanted to pick your brain about something.” Gunnar says as he leans against the kitchen counter.
“What’s for dinner?” I ask.
“I was thinking some tacos. I’m craving some freaking guacamole and I know you love my tacos - so why the heck not, right?”
I smile in agreement.
“Good. Now, we have approximately forty-five minutes until Bently gets over here, I plan to ravage you and rock your world upside down within that time. Phone sex and FaceTiming our dirty moments just don’t compete with the real thing.”
He pushes off the counter and wraps his arms around my middle and pulls me flush against him. He trails kisses from the top of my shoulder, up my neck to my ear with his lips lingering as he whispers to me.
“I want to make up for the lost time that we’ve been away from one another.” His voice drips with pure sex, sending shivers across my body as his teeth pull on my earlobe. My hand travels down his body and I cup his erection through his shorts, emitting a low groan from him. Still standing in the kitchen, we waste no time peeling off one another’s clothes. Once we’re both bare naked, he strokes his cock twice and turns me to face the counter. His fingers graze the space between my legs, with his fingers lightly dipping into me, causing my body to tingle from the contact. With tenderness and a loud groan, he slides into me. He pulls out and we both groan from the friction. With perfect control, Gunnar begins to thrust into me until he can’t hold onto it anymore. His rhythm picks up and he squeezes the sides of my hips.
“Fuck! Gunnar!” I groan. “I’ve missed you.”
His hands move from my hips to my shoulders as he braces himself and pushes in and out of me. I reach down between my body and the counter to find my clit and rub lightly on my pleasure nub.
“I need to feel you come on my cock babe,” he hisses.
As if he was directing my orgasm, I felt the tingly sensation, and then the stars were erupting, all sound was muted and I lost my breath. With my pussy pulsing and his cock twitching inside of me, I felt content. I’ve missed him.
