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“What are y’all up to today?” Bodhi asks us, changing the subject.

Cal walks his bowl to the sink. “Kodi’s got a meeting with Coach to map out her photoshoots this season. I figured I’d steal Bodhi for a little bit, maybe go to the batting cages and hit some balls. Unless you have plans,” he says, turning to confirm with Bodhi.

“No plans,” Bodhi says.

“What about you, little sister?” Cal asks me.

“I’ve got some errands to run this morning before I need to head to Makers. I have a few interviews before games and training next week to prepare for.”

They both nod. “Fuck, I’m ready to be back on the field. I haven’t felt red dirt on my hands in too fucking long,” Cal says.

“My quads are in for a brutal few weeks,” Bodhi says.

Cal jumps to speak. “Oh, speaking of. I have your catcher’s gear in my Jeep. Be right back.”

As soon as the front door slams shut, Bodhi’s on me.

I wash the dishes and pause the moment his calloused hands lift my sports bra and palm my breasts. “Fuck, Navy. I can’t get enough of you.”

My head falls back as he twists my nipples, causing me to drop a cup in the sink. “He’ll be back any second, you know?”

“Mhm.” Bodhi kisses my shoulder before spinning me around quickly and pulling my nipple into his mouth.

“I’m beginning to think you have a thing for nipples, catcher.”

Bodhi chuckles against me, moving to my other breast and biting down. “Fuck, these tits. I want you right now.”

The front door opens, and I shove Bodhi off me quickly. “Go, B. You’re insane.”

He smirks, wiping his lips and pretending to look for something in the fridge. More like trying to adjust his dick.

“Got it.” Cal walks into the kitchen, holding a black mesh bag of Bodhi’s catcher’s gear.

Thankfully, I had my bra back in place by the time Cal returned, or that would have been quite the show.

“You ready, B?” Cal asks Bodhi.

“Yep, just let me change,” he tells Cal, walking past me to throw away the cap to his protein shake. Bodhi stops before me, not to chat, but to chug his drink in one big gulp.

His Adam’s apple throbs as he swallows the liquid, and my dirty mind imagines all the ways he could make better use of his time and that mouth.

“Have abeautifulday, Navy.”

He’s mocking me. He’s lucky I want his cock inside of me so badly or I’d be sending some kicks flying.

“Will do, catcher, will do.”

I’ve got a party to plan.

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BODHI

“That was a strike!”

“The scoreboard didn’t think so, Ace,” I tell Cal right after he misses the most beautiful pitch a mechanical machine can give.

“This is bullshit.”

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