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“No. Stay,” he murmurs and I chuckle softly because I love the feel of him inside me like this.
“Sorry to break it to you, but I doubt you can drive with me on your lap. Not to mention all the traffic laws you’d be breaking.”
He groans, reluctantly releasing me.
“It would be worth it,” he says quietly as neither of us move.
We stay like that for a while. His cock slowly softens inside me and for the first time I take in our surroundings with a clear head.
I sit back and take his face in my hands, seeing the very familiar sated look on his face as I puff my chest out in pride. I put that look on his face. Me. I’m falling hard for him, quicker than I thought possible and even with these warm fuzzy feelings in my chest, I know all of this could change in a blink of an eye.
“Even so,” I murmur, breaking the silence. “Let’s go back to your place and order some dessert from the café down the street. I’m suddenly hungry after all that work.” I wink, getting off his lap and feeling empty as he tucks his cock back into his pants. I adjust my shirt, covering my breasts and laughing as I try and cover my panties with the gaping hole Josh made by ripping my pants in half.
“Sorry, not sorry,” he mutters, smirking as he twists around and rummages through some stuff in his back seat. “Here,” he says, placing a pair of gray basketball shorts in my hands and motioning for me to put them on. I give him a grateful smile as he kisses me one last time before I sit back down in my seat, placing my hand in his and knowing that if we keep this up, we’re gonna get in some serious trouble.
12
Josh
“You know if I was getting pussy every day like Anderson, I wouldn’t be paying attention to the game either,” T.J. calls from down the hall as we make our way back into the locker room.
Today has been shit.
If I’m honest, the last week has been shit since I’ve been playing average baseball, which for me means I’m sucking and to make matters worse I haven’t seen Harper at all. She’s been working mornings and I’ve been playing night games, and as much as I would love to have her in my arms at all times, I know she needs her sleep and I refuse to encroach on that. Even when all I want to do is crawl through her window and just hold her while she sleeps.
I’ve thought about giving her a key to my place. Will has told me it’s too fast, we’ve only known each other a few months and if I’m honest, that’s the reason she doesn’t have one yet. Yes, I’m falling hard and fast for this girl but I’m also cautious. Cautious about the fact that my occupation is a huge red flag for her, cautious about the fact that my lifestyle doesn’t really allow for serious relationships to thrive and I’m particularly cautious about what dating me will mean for someone like Harper. A woman who has lived her life in the spotlight for something she can’t control and being with me just means more attention and more spotlight.
“Are you done?” Will mutters, walking past T.J. and me before taking off his jersey and throwing it into the laundry bin.
“You have Will fighting your battles for you now, Josh? I didn’t know you became such a pussy.”
I shake my head, ignoring every word he says, knowing he’s looking for an opening and when he finds it, he will use it to exploit me at every chance.
“Nope, I just didn’t want to answer you and obviously he did.”
The matter-of-fact tone sets him off, his eyes widening and his shoulders back, clearly prepared for a fight I know will end with him on the ground, ego bruised.
“Sit your asses down and listen!” Coach calls as he walks into the locker room and slams the door behind him. I knew this was coming but I’m relieved to know that tonight it won’t be centered on me. We collectively didn’t play to our potential and hence the beatdown we’re about to get.
“Lopez, sit down before I tie you to that chair.”
Andrew shrugs and sits down, knowing that arguing with Coach when he’s like this will just cause more problems for everyone. Sitting up and shutting up is the best option until he walks into his office and slams the door.
“What happened out there tonight was not the play of a championship team. You guys were distracted, clumsy, and outright horrible at the plate. What I wanted from you was to give me one hundred percent of yourself when you step on that field and what I saw tonight wasn’t even fifty percent. I need more from every one of you. I need Anderson to hit the ball farther than first base and I need Wesley to throw strikes and stop throwing sinkers that don’t hit the dirt first and Lopez’s mitt second.”
Everyone is silent. You could hear a pin drop as Coach continues for the next ten minutes calling out every player that spent any time on the field, telling them what they need to improve and as humiliating as it can be, at least it’s fair. He’s done this for years, something I hated when I first started on this team, but something I’ve used as kindling for the flames that clearly need some fanning.
Once the speech is over, he tells all of us to get our shit and get home and rest since we have an afternoon game the next day. I look at my phone and see a text from Harper telling me good night. She sent it an hour ago, and this just reiterates that I’ve made the right decision staying away from her this week. The fact that she went to bed an hour ago and I still have to take a shower, get dressed and get something to eat before heading home, means that I wouldn’t be home for at least another few hours. And from experience, I know exactly what Harper is like with limited sleep, something I never want to be responsible for again, unless both of us have the next day off and the reason for the lack of sleep is being inside her over and over again.
I’m walking out to my truck, Will beside me when I hear hurried footsteps behind me and when I turn, I take a deep breath and start counting to ten because dealing with T.J. takes every ounce of my patience.
“What do you want, Miller?” I mutter, getting my keys out of my pocket and unlocking my truck as I place my bags into the back seat.
“Why the attitude, man? I just wanted to come over and thank you.”
I crease my brow, giving Will a look, and when he shrugs, I turn. “Thank me?”
He nods, stopping in front of us and catching his breath.
