Page 53 of Hello Heartbreaker

Hopeful.

Everything.

And then she pulled away.

Cooper had been right that every time we were around other people things got messed up, so after today’s game, I was determined to keep my distance. We’d play the game, I’d pack up my shit and go home. Easy.

The problem with that?

I gave life a plan, and it decided to have one hell of a laugh.

Everything was going great, until the last couple of innings of the game. The girls were playing hard, working as a team. The batter sent a hit deep into the field, and Gwennie chased after it. Then she threw the ball in to Mindy at second base, and Mindy threw the ball to Maya at the pitcher’s mound. And she sent it zipping to Tessa. (Girl had a heck of an arm.)

Tessa had taken off her catcher’s mask to see the play, and when the ball got to her, it tipped her glove and hit her square in the nose.

She let out a cry and started spurting blood all over like a fucking fountain.

Mags instantly sprinted to Tessa while I pulled the little first aid kit out of my gear bag, and when I went running up to her, I could see Mag’s pale pink lacy thong rising above her denim shorts.

And yeah, I know I’m a fuckin’ loser for getting a semi while a little girl was crying with a bloody nose. But I’m a red-blooded male. When I see underwear like that, peeking out over an ass like that, everything kind of... fades away.

But I shook it off, helping her get Tessa cleaned up and walked off the field so her mom could take care of her.

And even though there was a whole inning after that, the image of Mags’s fragile lacy thong sliding between her luscious ass cheeks? It was in the back of my mind.

I couldn’t get it out of my head.

Either head.

So as soon as the game was over, I hightailed it, packing up as much as I could and making up some lame excuse about needing to check on something at the ranch.

After years of getting a woman’s touch any time the need came up, I was shit at waiting. Shit at being patient. Shit at thinking about anything other than how it would feel to have Mags’s lacy thong fall apart under my fingertips.

I celebratedwith her and the rest of the team, loaded up my truck, and made sure I got the hell out of Dodge before I could fuck anything up.

On the drive home, I rolled the windows down, letting the evening air rush over my face and clear my thoughts. At least, I tried. This hard-on was not going away. I got into the house and went back to my bedroom, already taking off my pants when a text sounded on my phone.

I glanced at the screen, seeing Maggie’s name, her picture connected to the account from social media. The photo was of her in a pair of ripped up denim shorts and a bright red halter top, sunglasses perched atop her head.

Holy fuck, it wasn’t fair.

Maggie: Hey, are you okay? You got out of here really fast.

She had no fucking idea.

I slipped the rest of the way out of my clothes standing at the edge of my bed, picturing her lying in front of me, wearing those same daisy dukes, the same red top with her cleavage spilling over.

Rhett: I’ll be better soon.

I grabbed some lotion, spilling it in my hand and then gliding it over my rock-hard cock. If she were in my bed, she’d be licking those juicy red lips, wanting a taste of me.

Maggie: You were great with the girls tonight.

I typed back a message in my phone.

Rhett: I don’t want to talk about the girls.

I rolled my head back, picturing her in my bed, head in the pillows, brown hair contrasting my white pillowcases.

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