Page 115 of Drop Three

The minty flavor of toothpaste I can smell lingering on her breath.

God, she’s edible, even like this.

And I now can concur this is a very bad predicament not only for us to be in, but for my dick to be standing at attention.

I won’t lie and say I never imagined her seeing my thick length, hard and ready for her—but definitely not like this. I feel like a child in need of his mommy.

She could be my kinky mommy.Nope. Not going there.

“Practice?” Navy asks, as supernatural strength comes over her and she lifts my heavy body up.

She means I’m like thisbecauseof practice.

I grunt, trying not to think about how vulnerable I feel. “Yes.”

Navy takes her time lifting me and it feels good to have the support.

“Wait,” I choke out halfway to standing. “Let me have one of my arms.”

Navy stills. “That kind of defeats the purpose of me helping you, catcher.”

My head lifts, sending her a look of impatience. “I’d like to cover my dick if that’s okay with you.”

Her eyes protrude at my forwardness. “Oh. Yeah. Okay.”

I slowly remove my right arm from over her shoulder and reach for the towel on the hook directly beside me.

I’m big, so I doubt it’ll actually cover me in my hasty attempt, but I don’t care enough to look down and check. This will have to do.

“You good?” Navy asks me, waiting to continue.

I nod while she pulls me to stand in one long drag, putting us face-to-face.

Well, her face to my chest, to be exact.

Still, close enough to feel lightheaded by her nearness. I’m standing in the cold bath water while she stands on solid ground and you’d never sense the small amount of distance between us.

She’s practically on top of me.

Our eyes connect steadily. “You really should take Advil or something for that soreness. Menthol cream and Epsom salt can do wonders,” she tells me.

“And what makes you such a professional in muscle recovery?”

Navy smiles, and I swear to god, I can feel it touch my skin. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because my brother is your best friend and he’s played baseball his entire life. That might be it.”

Shit.It’s as if a gallon of water is dumped on my head.

We can’t be this close, let alone with my dick only concealed by a towel.

It’s wrong, and there are too many people with big mouths in this house.

She’s Callaway’s little sister and I can’t let this happen again.

My hand twists to gently latch onto her upper arm. “Navy, thanks for your help. I think I’ve got it from here.”

Bury me in embarrassment.

I swiftly summon the strength to get my legs over the side of the bathtub and wrap the towel more appropriately around my waist as a loud groan escapes me.

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