Page 134 of Stolen Bases

The night after my mom flipped out, he came to me with a printed copy of the Evaders’ game schedule so we could coordinate our calendars. He was adamant that we figure out a way to be together when he’s not traveling and that doesn’t interfere with my work schedule.

He is by far the most considerate man I have ever met. He doesn’t make me feel guilty when our schedules don’t align.Instead, he promises me extra dirty phone calls and sends lunch to the hospital while I’m on shift.

Like my aunt, Rose, he’s been encouraging me to talk to my mom. He doesn’t want to come between me and my mom and brother. I’m not going to tell him I already talked to her because I don’t want to wreck our weekend. I wish my mom could see and hear the things Cam tells me; she’d understand how truly amazing he is and how wonderfully he treats me.

How much I love him, and he loves me.

I push that thought away and make my way through the nearly empty airport towards the passenger pickup line with my borrowed roller suitcase. Not only did my friend, Goldie—another nurse in my program whom I’ve become fast friends with—switch shifts with me, but she lent me a carry-on bag for the weekend.

I enjoy having a friend who works in the same field as me. She was there for me when I lost Emma and understands the grieving process us nurses go through when we get attached to patients and lose them. When our shifts overlap, we chat and grab lunch together. I probably have Cam to thank for my new friend. I offered her food when Cam sent way too much sushi a while back.

Goldie practically swooned out of her chair when I told her my boyfriend sent me lunch. I told her about Cam—not everything, but she knows enough and helps when she can with shift changes. I probably owe her more than lunch for all her help. I’m home enough not to arouse my mother’s suspicion and see my man.

Although, after today’s talk with her, she’s not completely oblivious to my feelings and the possibility that I am still with Cam. At this point, I don’t care. Cam and I are going to have to come out sooner or later.

I hate being away from him. I thought I would worry more about him meeting other women on the road, but I don’t. After most games, Cam rushes to his hotel to talk to me before my brother returns to their shared room. We stay up talking on nightswhen I’m free, and others, we spend having mind-blowing phone sex.

When he’s home, I stay at his place, where we spend the entire night wrapped around each other. Our chemistry is off the charts in and out of bed. If we aren’t talking and laughing together, we are rounding the bases and sliding home every chance we get.

Cameron—and his enormous dick—have put me under his spell. I can’t keep my hands, my mouth, or my pussy off of him.

There arewaymore than thirty-one flavors to sample with Cam, and I can’t wait to try them all. I can’t get enough of his brand of raw masculinity and sexual prowess. The way he roughly claims my body every time we come together and tenderly holds me afterwards is a dream come true. I didn’t know sex could be so exciting and passionate at the same time.

Damn. I’m getting horny just thinking about him.

As if conjured from thin air, a black Tesla rolls up and the windows slide down. Behind the wheel, looking hotter than sin, is my man. “Hey, baby. Can I give you a lift back to my place?”

My jokester. I love this playful side of Cam. He brings it out in me too, and not always being so serious is refreshing.

“Can’t. I’m waiting for my boyfriend. You better get moving. He doesn’t like strange men hitting on me,” I tease, playing along.

Cam grins at me and shoots me with a cheeky wink. My panties are useless as my pussy floods with desire.

“He sounds like a smart man.”

I nod, biting my finger, leaning into the steamy scene with him. “He is. Sexy too.”

“Is there a way I can sway you to dump that chump and come home with me instead?”

I walk closer to the car, with an extra sway in my hips. “Not sure. I’ve been told I’m a handful. Think you can take better care of me than he can?” When I’m close enough, I grip the window and bend over, giving Cam a clear view of my cleavage. “Because he has agigantic cock that I’m quite fond of, and he really knows how to use it.” I glance down at Cam’s crotch and lick my lips.

He growls, gripping his cock over his jeans. “Game over. Get in the fucking car, Talia.”

I stifle my laugh. He’s so easy sometimes. “Babe, what about my suitcase?”

“Christ, I can’t.” Cam rests his head against the headrest and squeezes his eyes shut, mumbling an incoherent stream of curses under his breath. When he opens his eyes, his features have softened around the edge, but he still looks wild and hungry with lust.

It’s a face I’m all too familiar with. The face that lets me know I’m about to have a lot of fun.

I can barely contain my laughter as he adjusts his dick in his pants and throws open the driver’s side door. He stomps around the car like an angry beast ready to strike. Still a gentleman, he opens my door and waits for me to slide inside before slamming it shut, grabbing my bag, and placing it in the trunk.

I don’t say a word as I buckle my seatbelt and let Cam navigate the car out of the airport traffic and onto the highway. I kind of regret messing with him because, now, I haven’t been able to hug him. His body vibrates with restrained energy while he whips through traffic, so maybe it’s best we haven’t touched each other yet.

When we pull up to a little white house with green shutters in the cutest little neighborhood, I’m surprised. “Where are we?”

“This is my sister-in-law Emery’s place.”

“We’re staying with your brother?”

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