Page 71 of The Yips

“Yeah, it would have meant the world to me when I was that age. And when the fans stop giving a shit, then people stop coming to the games. If that happens? I become irrelevant.”

“Ooh, a one-man battle against irrelevancy. I love it!” she said sarcastically.

“Watch that smart little mouth, Kelsey.”

“Or else?” She shot back teasingly.

“Or else I’ll show you the appropriate use.”

“Oh, Sam, I can’t wait.”

We were gone for a few hours between the run and the autograph stop. Crew had been awake the entire time, laughing and giggling. But as he got hungry and tired, his temperament started souring. On the last leg of the run, he tossed his monkey several times, and the last time, I decided not to return it to him.

“You’re a better person than I am. I would have taken it away after he tossed it the first time.”

“I’ll remember that for next time. I only returned it because I thought you’d want me to.”

When we arrived home, Kelsey asked me if I could keep him occupied while she ditched her sweaty workout clothes. She was back in a robe in less than five minutes, and Crew’s patience had finally snapped. He was fully wailing as he begged pathetically for dinner. I opened the sliding door to the ground-level patio and shuffled them outside to the couch I had out there. Kelsey fed the baby while I finished my workout with a post-run stretch.

Crew was sleepy once he finished, and I offered to take him to bed so Kelsey could shower.

“I planned to run a bath. Join me?”

“Absolutely.”

After I set Crew in his crib, I patted his belly and whispered to him as he drifted off to sleep. Once I was sure he would stay asleep, I headed to the master bathroom, finding Kelsey already in the tub. I dropped my clothes on the bathroom floor as she shifted in the tub so I could settle in behind her. She leaned against my chest, sighing as I wrapped myself around her.

“Love you, Sam,” she whispered.

“Love you too, Kels. So much.”

CHAPTER 63

Kelsey

Sam and I washed each other and relaxed in the tub until the water grew cold and our fingers had pruned. We stood, stepped onto the mat, and Sam wrapped us in fluffy white towels. I pushed up on tiptoes, pulling his mouth to mine. He took my lips gently at first, with our kisses quickly growing heated. He reached under my arms and demanded “Up” against my mouth as I wrapped my legs around his waist, both towels falling to the floor, forgotten.

He carried me to the bed, setting me down on my back without breaking our kiss. In no time, he was settled between my legs, and his hand found my core, finding me ready. He buried himself fully inside me. The breath rushed out of me, and I let out a sound halfway between a moan and a whine.

“God, Sam. You feel so good.”

He groaned and began to pump his hips, “So fucking good, Kelsey. I’m not going to last long, baby. I’ve had your naked body pressed up against my hard cock far too long in that tub.”

I clutched his ass, angling my hips to take him deeper inside me. “Me too, Sam. Don’t stop. Right there.”

Just then, I felt the start of my orgasm as it pulsed around his cock, eliciting a slew of expletives as he gave two more deep thrusts before he followed me over the edge. We both remained still, allowing our heart rates and breathing to normalize. Sam pulled out and inspected the head of his cock.

“What’s wrong,” I asked.

“It felt like something scratched me when I went deep. Is there any way that something could be up with your IUD?”

“Let me see?”

And we both spent the next five minutes performing a near-clinical inspection of the scratches on the head of his penis, followed by an internal exam of me. Even Sam’s long fingers couldn’t find the source of the issue.

“You know what this means?” I asked.

“What?”

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