Page 120 of Baseball and Shifters

His hands glide down my arms, slow and reverent. Then up again, massaging my shoulders, thumbs finding the exact spots that ache. I lean back against him, content to melt under his touch.

“You okay?” he asks softly, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Not too sore?”

“Definitely sore,” I admit. “But it’s the best kind of sore. The I-was-loved-thoroughly-by-four-insanely-hot-shifter-men kind.”

Bas chuckles. “Can confirm. You were very thoroughly loved.”

His hands skim lower, slipping around my waist, fingers grazing my hips. “But not by all four. Yet.”

I shiver. “Are you saying you’re feeling left out, my Tiger?”

He hums against my neck. “I’m saying I plan to fix that. Slowly. Completely.”

His hand slides up to cup my breast, thumb grazing my nipple, and my knees nearly buckle.

“Bas…” I breathe.

“Relax, Firefly.” He shifts to kiss my shoulder, nipping gently. “We’ve got time. I’m not in a rush.”

The steam swirls around us and he lowers his head, trailing kisses down my spine. His other hand stretches across my stomach, teasing light circles over my skin. I lean into him, letting his warmth and touch unravel the tension still clinging to my muscles.

“Want me to stop?” he asks, voice low and rough.

“Never.”

His laugh is a rumble against my back as he turns me to face him. “Then let’s start your morning off right.”

And fate, does he ever.

By the time we step out of the shower, the bathroom is thick with steam. I wrap myself in a fluffy towel, still warm from the dryer.

Thank you, Derrick.

Bas takes the remaining towel and does the same. The towel hangs low on his hips in a way that’s almost unfair. He catches me staring and winks.

“See something you like?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” I say, grinning. “But if I don’t leave this bathroom now, we'll never make it to the carnival.”

Bas steps closer, boxing me in against the sink. “And that would be a tragedy… why?”

I bat him away and hurry out of the bathroom, laughing. “Because, I’m pretty sure if we’re late, Dallas and Maya will hunt me down. We’re finalizing plans for Aubree's birthday celebration today. Her birthday is the day of the last tournament game and Derrick’s parents have offered to have everything ready at their house so we can go straight there after you guys nab the win.”

“Damn right, we’re bringing home that win,” Bas says as I sneak back into the bedroom, stopping when my eyes land on a pair of bright blue ones.

Liam smirks and my entire body heats at the thought of him listening to Bas and me in the shower.

Ok. Don’t think like that. You don’t have time, remember?

“Have a good shower, Shadow Girl?”

“Shut up,” I squeak as I run past the bed to the closet to get clothes, Liam and Bas laughing until I disappear.

By the time I come out of the closet wearing a cute sundress and wedge sandals I never would have considered wearing threemonths ago, the bed is empty. A commotion from the bathroom draws my attention so I sneak across the room to peek in. I can’t suppress the giggle that bubbles up when I see my four mates teasing each other and fighting over the mirror as they go about their morning routine.

“Should I be worried that four grown men can’t figure out how to share one mirror?” I tease from the doorway.

“We could,” Lucas says, pointing his toothbrush at Derrick, accusingly. “If Derrick didn’t hog all the good light.”

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