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So I look at him, ensuring his eyes are focused on mine and I repeat myself. “Fuck me, Kelton.”

His nostrils flare, his jaw flexes, and then he does what I ask.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Kelton

“Someone is in a much better mood.”Jake chuckles tossing the ball at me. It hits my glove, I think back to last night and can’t help but smile.

“My father went back home, though I’d prefer that my gran stayed behind. Our visit was interrupted by his pissy attitude.”

“Is it Pops being gone or more the girl in the crowd cheering you on?” he asks when he catches the ball I threw back.

I don’t answer but I don’t have to. He knows by the way I seek her out and my grin widens. I should be tired, but instead I’m riding high. My legs ache and I swear I can still taste her, but the lack of sleep was so worth it. Starting my morning inside of Emerson kicked off the best day I’ve had in a long ass time.

“What happens when she heads back home?” I catch the ball and glare at him, making him chuckle.

“Are you trying to piss me off?"

Holding up his hands he grins. “I’m just laying it out there. She doesn’t live here, and I may not know much but I remember you saying that you had to leave her once. What happens this time?”

“We’ll make it work.” Though now the asshole has me wondering what I do now.

“I hope you do.” He tosses the ball back and points toward the dugout where all the guys are starting to head in. I walk after him, instead of jogging and again look up to the place where Emerson and my sister sit. They have their heads turned toward one another talking and as if she can feel me like I feel her, she turns.

My sister waves and I wave back, but Emerson only stares. Hopefully she is thinking the same things that I am.

This is real.

We are not a pastime. This isn’t an itch that needs scratched. I fucking want her, not for now, but for every damned day.

Lifting my fingers to my lips I press a kiss and then lift my hand to the air. It’s for her, and only her, but every person in that section and around doesn’t think so. She smiles big, reaches up repeating my movements and I know she knows.

She feels it.

“You don’t carethat Jerry took your sister to dinner?”

“Nope.” I grab my shirt and rip it over my head.

“They could be—” I hold up my hand for her to stop.

“Don’t care.” I give her a stop right there look. I am fully aware that my sister and my agent are dating or something. I don’t want to think about it. “The only thing I care about is you and me.”

She arches a brow as I step in closer.

“You are wearing too many clothes,” I tell her and she smiles.

“Maybe you should help me take some off.” With her hands on her hips she smirks like she knows me so well.

So I challenge her. “I think I’ll watch you instead.” Then I start to work my buckle loose and notice how she averts her eyes, taking me in. “You should really catch up, babe. Before you know it I’m gonna be standing here hard and waiting and I’ll be forced to take care of this by myself.” When I say this I reach in and grip my hard cock, pulling it up so she can now see the needy guy sticking out of the top of my boxers.

And what does she do? The little minx licks her fucking lips.

“Yeah babe, he wants that too.” She quickly lifts her gaze to mine once more. “Your hot little tongue swirling around, your lips sliding over me.” I stroke myself and she watches. “Get those clothes off and we can act out what we are both envisioning.”

Her shaking hands start doing as I asked, but her eyes continue to shift between mine and the way I continue to slide my fist up and down over my hardness.

My thighs shake, the barer she becomes.

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