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THAT NIGHT, Sawyer lays across my chest with her fingers tracing the chainsaw that I had tattooed on my right bicep. The tattoo that I got for her a year after everyone started calling her by her nickname.
“I’ve missed this,” she says to me.
“You have no idea. I’m just happy that you’ll be here the rest of the time I’m here, and we can go home together.”
“You’re not going to ride home on the team bus?” She asks.
“About that, have you heard the rumors?” I ask, broaching the subject.
She’s silent for a moment and then quietly says; “I did.”
“I have a meeting back at the offices when Spring Training is over. The team doesn’t want to let me go, but there’s something about draft picks and I’m not sure what else. I think there’s several offers on the table and I’m willing to give each a chance to consider.”
“That would mean moving.” She sits up, the sheet of the bed falling to her waist granting me ample viewing of her luscious breasts.
“It could, yes. Nothing is determined; hell I could still stay in San Diego.” I say to try to assure her.
“But, what if you don’t? What if the best trade deal is all the way across the country? Then what do we do? Long distance relationships never work out and I’m not completely sure that I can give up everything that I have accomplished in my career to follow you around from city to city, every time that you get traded. It’s hard for me to say that, but I need to be my own person too. I don’t want to lose this, us – but I also can’t sacrifice my career. I know that there are agencies everywhere, but that terrifies me, starting over.”
“Let’s not worry too much just yet. We can weigh all the options as they come. We can discuss our steps. I don’t want to lose you, and I also don’t want you to lose yourself in our relationship.”
“Okay,” she says quietly.
“You know what I love about you?” I say, likely confusing her with my change of subject and when she doesn’t reply, I continue anyways. “I love that you are fierce. You don’t care about my status and what that status can do for you. You want to blaze your own path, have your own identity and career. I fucking admire that. And I think that no matter how successful that I get, you won’t ever lose that. I love that about you.” Her body language relaxes, and she smiles, pushing the hair that had fallen into her face.
“When this whole trade talk begins, I will keep you abreast of everything that is discussed, I will not make any decisions without you and I just need you to promise me that we keep out minds and options open. I’m not asking you to sacrifice yourself for me and my career, but know that if I’m traded, I have the choice to turn it down. You can be my sugar mama.” I continue with a smile.
She slides on top of me to straddle me. All that she’s wearing is underwear, and I’m commando with my hardening cock in between us.
“I love you Gunnar Reynolds. I love you with every ounce of my being and whatever path we choose to take, I want to take it together. I want to be your equal and you know that I can only do that by having my own career. I know it may not be optimal, but I have to do that for me. I will not shut out the possibility of moving out of San Diego, but I’m not going to lie and tell you that that possibility doesn’t scare the shit out of me.”
My hands go to grip the top of her thighs as she slowly brushes her pussy against me.
“It scares me shitless too, but I know that together - we can conquer anything handed to us.” I groan out as she moves the panel of her panties to the side leans up on her knees and sinks down on me with her fingers lacing with mine on her thighs. She circles her hips and slides up and down on my cock as I watch it disappear in and out of her.
Her eyes are hooded with desire as they latch onto mine as her mouth drops open with my cock plunging in deep with each push and pull. Her hips crash down as she begins to pick up her speed, leaning down so both her hands are on either side of my head as she lifts her ass up and down.
“Don’t.” I plead to her when she starts to slow.
“Don’t what?” She asks panting.
“Don’t stop.” I whisper in response. She continues with her ministrations, bringing herself to the peak of her own orgasm.
Later that night, with Sawyer asleep draped across my chest, I move my fingers through the strands of her hair. Without much information pertaining to a possible trade for me, I don’t have the slightest clue what will happen for the future that Sawyer and I were planning on having in San Diego. I’m just hoping that where I go next, she will be with me.
FIVE
SAWYER
“YOUR FARM STATS tell us that you have a batting average of .221, do you have a particular set of practice routines that you complete to have such an average?” I ask one of the new recruits that the team has this year.
He is young, cocky with golden skin and shaggy brown hair, hanging out of the sides of his ball cap. He spits his sunflower seed shell out before answering my question, it landing beside my foot. Gross.
“No ma’am. I just hit ‘em whenever they look like they need to be hit,” he winks at me.
I ignore the wink and look to my next question, while fighting an eye roll.
“You were drafted in the middle of your senior year of high school, any aspirations to continue with your education?”
