Page 171 of Stolen Bases

It’s Nico’s turn to roll his eyes, but he turns around and shouts for Cam, waving him over. “Miller. I need you to autograph something for me.”

I peek over Nico’s shoulder to find Cam looking rather suspicious at my brother’s request.

“Hurry up, bro.”

Cam’s eyebrows lift to his hairline.

“Bro?” I ask.

“Shut up,” Nico whispers to me. “He won’t come over here if I act like a dick.”

I cover my mouth and chuckle. Cam totally wouldn’t.

In the end, Cam is too nice to say no, so he grabs something from a bag on the bench, then walks toward us.

“What’s up, Romero?” Cam asks.

“I just need you to sign this chick’s jersey.” Nico steps aside, revealing me on the other side of the net.

Cam’s protest dies on his lips when he sees me. His eyes flare in disbelief, his jaw hanging open. Solid ten seconds pass without either of us speaking.

I take the time to check him out.

Damn.

Cameron looks hot as hell in his white and blue uniform. His hair flips out from underneath his hat in that sexy way I like. A five-o’clock shadow covers his square jaw. Images of him wearing his jersey wide open and his tight baseball pants unzipped while I ride him have me squeezing my thighs together.

“Hey, big guy.” My voice is thick and raspy.

“Fucking gross. I’m out,” Nico groans, breaking the spell. He slaps Cam in the chest. “Take care of her.” Then he throws up a peace sign and walks away, mumbling.

“Baby, are you really here, or am I dreaming?” Cam asks, still in shock.

“I’m really here.”

He steps closer, bringing us chest to chest. He grips my hands with his fingers through the netting. “Please tell me this means what I think it means.”

As Cam’s warm hazel eyes stare into my steel-gray ones, I know without a doubt it was stupid to question his love for me.

“If you think this means that I came to get you because I love you, then yes, this is what you think.” I turn around and show him the other side of my jersey, where his name sits on my back. “You like it?”

“Fuck me,” Cam groans. The heat of his gaze is like a torch to my nerve endings, lighting me on fire. “You might just be the hottest woman alive wearing my name on your back, and the only one I will ever call mine.”

My tummy dips and swirls at his declaration. I turn around and place my hands over his fingers in the netting this time. “I like the sound of that. Does that mean you’re mine?”

A salacious grin spreads across his face. “More than you know. I can’t wait to show you how much later.”

My nerves settle, knowing me and Cam are going to be okay. I was freaking out for no reason. But I still want him to know I regret putting distance between us over the last few weeks. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get here. I—”

Cam cuts me off. “Baby, I don’t care how long it took; I’m just glad you’re here. I love you so fucking much. Now, stick those sexy-as-fuck lips in the net and kiss me.”

I’ll have to show him how sorry I am in private. For now, I do as he asks and place my mouth in the middle of the gap. Cam presses his mouth to mine. We can’t do anything more than touch lips, but I can feel it all the way to my toes.

That electric spark that shocked me the first time I kissed him fires through my system.

The roar of the crowd cheering and clapping has me pulling away. My face is on fire, and I’m afraid to look around to see everyone staring. “I should probably get used to the attention.”

“Don’t worry about them, itty bitty. I’ll protect you,” Cam croons. “It’s just you and me. Where are you sitting?”

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