Page 48 of Stolen Bases

“I’m pretty tired, but I’m glad we went out tonight. You were right; those burgers were delicious.”

Nico grins. “Told you. Next time you have to try the chili dog.”

I make a face, and Nico busts out laughing. He knows I hate hot dogs. Something about the way they smell disgusts me.

“Kidding, Lia. I would never force you to eat a hot dog.”

“Punk.” I punch his arm, and he howls in faux pain.

Nico has sixty pounds and eight inches on me. I couldn’t hurt him if I wanted to, at least not physically.

I take a pained breath and force another smile, shoving away the guilt building inside. “Shut up. You’re the worst.”

“Ha. I’m the best, and you know it.”

He’s right. I have the best brother in the world. If he would show everyone what a teddy bear he is, he’d have fewer problems. It’s a shame he guards himself so completely.

For another couple of minutes, we joke around. We had a great night out, eating, chatting about the activities he gifted me—all of which have been surprisingly fun to go on—and my upcoming role at the hospital, before saying good night.

I walk away emotionally drained and relieved he didn’t bring up my boards tonight. Mamma most definitely told him to take it easy on me. It’s nice that he’s listening. Nico has a real problem with butting into my business and pushing too hard. I know he just worries about me, like it’s his duty to be my surrogate father, not my brother.

It’s a lot of pressure to stand under.

Closing the door to the guest room I’m staying in, I grab the note I found by the door this morning and reread it for the hundredth time.

Good morning, itty bitty. I hope you have fun on whatever adventure you have planned today. Don’t be afraid to check your score. I know you passed with flying colors. I look forward to congratulating you properly tonight. Text me if you get bored and need some action.

X, Cam

Those pesky butterflies in my stomach flutter to life as I read his phone number written in a masculine scrawl that compliments his personality.

Bold and steady, just like him.

A smile pulls at my lips as I think about the way he demanded me to face my fears and look. His confidence was contagious, and I woke up with a sense of ease and self-assurance. I needed to pull out my laptop.

Cam was right. I had nothing to worry about.

Finding his note confirmed that I wanted him to be the first person to hear the good news. I almost texted him, like he suggested, but changed my mind in the end. This is something he should hear in person. He’s the reason I’m not currently questioning what happens next.

Maybe it’s okay not to know for now.

Day by day. That’s going to be my focus. If I think too far ahead, then I’ll have to admit that my time with Cam is about to expire. I’m not ready for that to happen.

Chucking off my shirt and jeans, I jump in the shower for a quick rinse. I ignore the way my pussy throbs. Since last nights hot make-out session with Cam, my lady bits can’t stop tingling, begging for his touch. I took care of myself last night and this morning, but it hasn’t helped one bit.

I can still feel his hard length beneath me as I straddled his lap and kissed him.

After my shower, I throw my hair in a fishtail braid and pull on a tank top with a built-in bra, a pair of flannel pants, Nico’s old Kodiaks hoodie, and a pair of socks. Bundling up at night for bed is essential since someone set the thermostat too low.

I gave up looking for the climate control after the first night. I’m not surprised the house is an igloo. Growing up with Nico prepared me. He likes to keep the house extra chilly too, claiming he runs hot.

Laying against the headboard, I slip under the soft sheets and fluffy comforter. I wasn’t kidding when I told Cam this bed was amazing. I’m not looking forward to returning to my lumpy mattress at home.

Grabbing my phone off the bed, I pull up Cam’s contact information. I stifle a giggle at seeingBig Maninstead of his name. Thenickname slid off my tongue with ease after he kept calling me itty bitty. It fits him.

Cam is big. He’s a foot taller than I am, and his hands almost wrap around my waist. They are so huge. He’s also big below the belt, if you know what I mean. Thin layers of clothing may have separated us, but I felt every rigid inch of his cock under my ass.

Tap, tap, tap.

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