Page 53 of Sweet Spot

“Yes! I’m…I’m,” I couldn’t even say I was coming it hit me so hard and fast. Like going over the edge of a large waterfall. There was nothing I could do but take the ride. I drowned in it. In Isaac. Every exhilarating second. “I told you it would be fast.”

He shook his head. “That was incredible. I could watch you come all night.”

I would if I could, but I was adrift now. So high and blissed out I couldn’t dream of anything but this. I ran my hands over his skin, savoring the way he shivered or moaned, watching the little control he still had snap. It didn’t take him much longer than me and every second of it was beautiful. Isaac wasn’t just handsome. He was sexy as hell. He was hot on the field, in his office, in a shirt or a suit, but nothing compared to Isaac in bed.

He flopped onto his back panting and laughing with relief. “That was amazing.”

I rolled to my side and began tracing the lines of his chest. He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his heart. It thudded like a hammer against my palm. My arousal stirred back to life. Yes, I was very attracted to Coach Isaac and bar Isaac, but this was something else. “You’re different when we’re alone.”

He heaved one more big sigh. “I’ve noticed. Do you care?”

Care? What an interesting choice of words. Did I care? “I like that there’s a part of you no one knows but me.” My sexy Isaac.

“Yeah…okay. Yeah. I like that too.” His eyes moved over my body with appreciation. “You were quite excited.”

“Don’t expect that to happen very often.”

He pulled out an invisible notebook and pen, writing on his palm. “Kinks include anticipation and foreplay. Pays dividends.”

“What else you got in that notebook?”

He licked his finger and pretended to swipe through the pages. “Likes chamomile tea and a book before bed. Enjoys local beer and the occasional whiskey.” He swiped another page. “Oh, and is fucking sexy in absolutely everything she wears.” His eyes flicked back to me. “And completely naked.”

“Seems a bit thin if you ask me.”

He surprised me with how quickly he was able to sweep his arm around my shoulders and pull me into his side. Must be all those baseball skills at work. “I’m just getting started, babe.” He laid a kiss on my cheek and then hopped out of bed. “Shower?”

19

Kate

I didn’t plan to meet Rosie, Meghan, and John. It happened by accident. Sunday was an afternoon game and Eve asked me to make the rounds with her. Not only did all the kids get special Mantas socks when they arrived at the stadium, but suite owners were being given ice cream in special edition ball caps as a way of making the VIPs feel even more important.

“I thought seeing this part, this weird intersection of fans and money, would be insightful for you,” Eve said as she rearranged the decorations on the cart. “Some of the suite owners are diehard fans. Some of them don’t know a bat from a ball. Some are just ordinary fans who won a prize. Either way, this money is important to the team.”

The whole suite experience was designed to make the occupants feel special. They had a separate entrance with special passes they wore around their necks. Those passes were checked before they were allowed to enter the elevator—an elevator that was operated by an attendant who spouted off team trivia—and then checked again before they were allowed to enter the special floor. Once inside they had their own gift shop, bar, and lounge with wall-to-wall televisions displaying different angles of the field and broadcasts of the game. And that was just the communal space. The suites each had their own perks and attendants as well.

It was in the fourth suite that I accidentally met Isaac’s family.

“Hello Ansons!” Eve called out as she wheeled in the cart.

I froze as her words registered in my brain. My first instinct was to run out into the hallway and hide. It felt like I was breaking a rule by being here. Isaac should have the privilege of introducing me to his family when he was ready. I completely forgot about the fact that I was working and they had no idea who I was. All I could focus on was that this was Isaac’s family.

An older woman came floating over with a huge smile on her face. “Oh Eve, you shouldn’t have. We get too many treats as it is.” She had pretty brown hair and sharp hazel eyes exactly like Everett’s.

Rosie came flying around a corner as if pulled here by the ice cream tractor beam. “Daddy just pulled the pitcher!”

A boy came in right behind her. “He had zero command over that fastball. I can’t believe Mr. Isaac left him in that long.”

A tall slender woman rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I can see it now. Twenty years from now you two will be the Mantas broadcast team. The Rosie and Linc Show.”

Rosie wrinkled her nose. “I’m not going to be on television. I’m going to be a pitcher like Chris.”

The boy—Linc—made a face. “Pitchers are on television. Duh.”

The older woman sighed. “Why don’t you want to be a pitcher like Uncle Everett?”

The attitude that came off Rosie almost made me laugh. It was the exact level of sass that screamed confidence without cockiness. “Because Uncle Ev is a reliever. And he’s a great reliever. But I’m going to be a starting pitcher.”

---