Page 70 of Hiding in the Outfield

I pull out my phone and tap out a text to Jackson.

Me

Think hard on what you want to learn next, Jackie-boy. As soon as you get home in two days, our sex lessons recommence.

TWENTY-FOUR

JACKSON

Frankie

I’ll be in my room waiting.

Our bus had gotten in really late Monday night, so I ended up crashing at my place, but our game got out at a decent time tonight. I glance at the dash of my F-150. Ten-thirty. Frankie’s text has been breathing down my neck the entire drive over. Our next lesson.

We video called a few times while I was on the road, in which I got to experience my first phone sex session. And can I just say, holy fucking shit. Frankie has a mouth. I froze up the first time. It’s a little disconcerting—having your dick just waving in front of the camera for someone else to see. He made it so easy, though; took control and made me follow his command.

I’m starting to wonder… I thought I liked him taking control because I was nervous being so new and inexperienced. Now I’m not so sure. I think…I like it for other reasons.

I put my truck in park, then jump out. I give her a little love tap because she’s been my trusty steed since I was sixteen. I glance at the bed. A wave of nostalgia sweeps over me, and I bite my cheek. Sometimes it feels like I missed out on my entire teenage years. Stealing away with someone to mess around underneath the stars in the bed of my truck. Picking up a guy for a date. That first kiss when you drop them off at home.

But I’m getting all that now.

I jog up the front steps and into Frankie’s townhouse. The other guys beat me here because I needed a little extra time with Duncan, our athletic trainer, to massage out my shoulder.

The house is quiet and dark as I weave through the kitchen toward the stairs. I don’t need the light to know my way any longer. I readjust my duffle over my shoulder, which has a few nights’ worth of clothes, and hurry up the stairs. There’s a low murmur in the hall coming from Maddy and East’s room, then a tinkling laughter from Paulie’s. Shelby came up to visit Frankie while we were gone and took a few days off so she could see Paulie. It was the first time he didn’t seem like he hated me. I think he was just so damn excited to see his girl.

And now it’s my turn.

I push into Frankie’s room without knocking. His head whips in my direction from where he’s reading a book in bed. Those brown-and-gold eyes meet mine, and I pull up short.

A foreign, overwhelming feeling wraps itself around me, one I don’t really understand.

All I know is it feels so fucking good to be back. In Providence. In this townhouse.

“Hi.”

His lips curl up in a half-smile that holds a million secrets. “Hey, sweetness.”

My heart rate picks up. The thud of my duffle hitting the floor echoes through the room.

I walk toward him, my gaze raking over his bare chest, over those lean pecs and that dark curling chest hair that drives me wild. I still haven’t forgotten what it felt like, coarse and abrasive against my cheeks as I sucked on those small, rosy-brown nipples. The sheets are bunched around his stomach, his book now resting on his lap, and I can’t wait to find out if he’s as naked as I think he is.

My gaze snags on the title of his book. Playing Dirty. I frown. “What on earth are you reading?”

He grins. “A baseball romance. About two guys.”

My jaw slackens. “That’s a thing?”

“Mhm,” he hums. “I was chastised for cheating on you all with hockey. Trying to be better.”

I glance at the title again. It sure sounds suggestive. “Is it, like, sexy?”

His eyes glimmer. “Yes. Very. CE Ricci writes the hottest spicy scenes.”

Damn. “Like…like what?”

“Jackson?”