Page 37 of Grand Slam

“When do you leave for St. Louis?” I’ve been counting down the days until I see him again. It’s helped keep my mind focused on the fact that I’ll get to kiss him soon.

“The team is heading out later today.” He yawns. “We’ll get there in time for bed.”

“Then tomorrow?”

“Field first thing.” He takes a drink. “Then I’ll have the day before the game. When are you guys getting in?”

I bite my lip, not wanting to lie but knowing it will be worth the surprise. “We’ll be really late tonight.”

“Okay, and you have your room info?”

“A two-bedroom suite, under my name. It is on the floor directly below the team floor.” I look around the room, thinking he’s gone a little excessive. It’s a bit much for us.

“The suite is under your name,” he says. “Call me when you get there.”

“Don’t you need your sleep?”

“I need you more.” He doesn’t hesitate. “I can sleep on the road, when I get there and then after you and I have ourselves a little reunion.”

“A reunion huh?”

“Yep.” I already know he’s smiling. He’s got the mischievous tone in his voice. “Been playing it all out in my head for days. When you get there, you call me, I’ll come to you then you just let me lead.”

“What if I want to lead?” I challenge him.

“After I’ve got you on the bed and my head is buried between your legs, you can let me know if you still want to lead.” It’s my turn to be thrown and unsure of what to say in response.

His chuckle makes me fully aware that he picks up on how his words affected me. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Kelton sounds very pleased with himself and I don’t even care that he’d one-upped me. Now all I can think about is exactly the image he’s placed in my head.

My hands on his head, pulling his hair as he drives me wild.

“You sure I can’t get you there sooner?”

“You don’t fight fair.” My body feels warm all over.

“Not when it comes to you.”

“We will head out once she gets home and we can get on the road.”

“Be careful,” he tells me, long gone is the dirty talker. “No stopping at rundown gas stations. If you have to stop you go together inside, and,” he pauses sounded frustrated, “Just call me every time you stop.”

“Are you going to climb through the phone and rescue us if we are in trouble?” I bite my lip to keep from laughing when he sighs.

“Em,” he groans. “Will you two please just be careful?”

I sit back on the plush couch, kicking up my feet and pull the soft blanket over my legs. If he only knew we’d called and changed our arriving date to last night. We’d had it planned from the start to be here when he arrived.

“We will be careful I promise and if we have to stop we will make sure we are aware of our surroundings, only go to well-lit places and never go anywhere without one another and our pepper spray.”

“I hate the two of you traveling alone, I wish you would have let me fly you both in.”

We rented a car, because we fully intend to let him fly us back. But if he took control of the arrival he’d know our surprise and well, we didn’t want that.

“It’s fine, daddy, now stop fussing.”

“Some people are into that.”

“What?”

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