Page 40 of Go Away, Darling

“You taste like stale beer,” she giggled as she kissed me, hands everywhere.

“So do you.” And I didn’t mind it one bit. In fact, I was pretty sure the smell was baked into every memory of today, and it was going to etch this experience into my mind forever.

I loved that Olivia couldn’t stop smiling. That there was no hesitation, no second guessing. We spent the last couple of months getting to know each other, and even though it was a weird, stressful time, I felt like I knew everything I needed to know.

I memorized her body with my hands because I couldn’t be bothered to stop kissing her long enough to memorize her with my eyes. There was time for that later.

“Yes, there,” she panted against my ear as I entered her. I froze, completely overwhelmed by the head to toe sensations washing over me. “More, Chris. Please?”

And how could I ever say no to her? Not now, not ever. So I began to move, our bodies combining into one, a feeling of completion filling me as I filled her.

“Oh, Liv,” I groaned, burying my face in the crook of her neck. Images of the day flashed through my mind. Standing on the field, throwing the first pitch, my last strike, celebrating...and then it all vanished into a black void. All I could hear was my heart pounding and Olivia’s gasps of pleasure, the taste of her salty skin mixed with our celebratory beer showers, the feel of her silky skin against my rough cheek.

Olivia coming for me.

“Oh my god, Chris!” Her arms and legs wound around me tight, her muscles locking and squeezing as she erupted in pleasure.

It overwhelmed me completely and I had no choice but to chase my own pleasure, to give myself completely over to the relief and the ecstasy.

I woke up blinking.The first thing that hit me was the scent of soap. After we made love we took a long hot shower together that ended in more pleasure for both of us. Then we passed out. Hard.

So it was a welcome scent filled with memories.

Then I realized I was cold and alone.

I sat up quickly, my head swimming so I had to stop and take a breath. Then I heard a crinkle. Looking down I realized there was a note on the bed beside me.

Chris-

Sorry to leave but I have to get Linc to school. Thank you for last night.

And congratulations!!!!!

xoxo,

Liv

“Fuck.” I knew better than to think Olivia would still be here in the morning, that I could enjoy waking up beside her...or relive last night with her.

I scrubbed my face, found my phone, and dashed off a quick text.

I miss you and my bed is cold. Last night was the best night of my life, and I’m not talking about the game. See you soon. X

Then I ordered room service and tackled the text messages first. I smiled as I skimmed over the ones from friends and family, and opened the series from my media manager. She warned me last night that I’d have interviews starting at noon and she wasn’t lying. I had back to back interviews from noon until after dinner. All the sports channels, most of the baseball journals and apps, and local evening news. Then first thing in the morning I was booked into every national morning news show.

There were also media requests from Japan and South Korea.

And that wasn’t even dipping into the appearances or the parade. I knew winning would be exhausting, but damn. This was alot.

There was a soft knock at my door that I assumed was room service. It was not.

“Knock! Knock!” Wes said in a falsetto. “Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!” He pushed right past me and threw himself on my bed.

Erik shuffled in after him. “Sorry. But we were sent to make sure you were awake.” Then he glared at Wes. “Someone has no boundaries.”

Wes curled up in my sheets. “Ah! The fresh scent of stale beer, soap, and sex.”

I slammed the door. “Really?”

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