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I manage to get rid of everything I gave her, and I stand myself up, bringing her jeans and panties with me. “Probably need to get dressed.”

“Probably,” she smiles. “That was a fun cleanup, Casanova.”

“Just as fun for me,” I admit, because even though it was my own release, I enjoyed doing it. “I can give you more of that tonight.”

“Mmm,” she hums, slipping her panties on as I tuck my cock back in my pants and buckle them again. “Yes, please.”

I smile and give her a tender kiss, enjoying just a few seconds before we have to get back out into the world.

I’m going to have a great damn game today.

forty-three

Lucia

Ilovebaseballbutts.

I mean… baseball uniforms.

Okay, really, I mean both.

But specifically on Ari.

I spent so long keeping my distance from him that I never noticed just how good his ass looks in baseball pants.

We literally had sex like an hour ago, and I’m already getting myself worked up again.

Focus, Lucia.

You’re at fucking work.

A breeze blows by then, making me shiver and forget about my fuck buddy’s incredible ass.

I love baseball, but I hate the weather at the beginning of the season. It’s late March, so the weather is unpredictable. This year, we’ve got a high of forty degrees for Opening Day.

At least there’s a small heater at one end of the dugout. Since I’m a trainer, I get to enjoy that benefit today.

I used to sit with the girls a lot during the games—Cole got Harlow and their parents a set of front-row season tickets rightoff the first baseline. It allowed me to be close enough to jump on the field when needed, so Dr. Coltrain didn’t mind if I spent some time over there.

Since Lane met Olive, though, I’ve started spending more time in the dugout with the other trainers so she can take the seat I used to use. I’ll talk to all the girls before the games, but I spend the games with the guys now.

At least I get along with all of them, with the obvious exception of Logan.

Though this is the first year I have one of the players frequently hitting on me, I don’t think Ari will really do that so brazenly in front of my coworkers and the rest of the team.

Knox pitches a 1-2-3 inning to start the game. I’ve only been following baseball for close to a decade—I was a huge soccer fan when I still lived in California—but I’ve never seen another pitcher like him. He has a rare talent that likely won’t be matched until long after he’s retired.

The Stars come up to bat now in the bottom of the first inning, and since Ari is batting leadoff today, he heads on over to the batter’s box and takes a few practice swings while the LA Suns starting pitcher gets ready.

Ari takes two balls and a strike before connecting on the fourth pitch, sending the ball just over the shortstop’s glove and into the shallow outfield. He makes it to first base easily, and the Stars officially have a hit to start the game.

Everyone in the dugout claps and cheers.

“Way to go, Ari!” I shout happily, and Cole comes to stand beside me while smirking. “Shut up, Pierce.”

He rears his head back and laughs. “God, you and Ari are so much alike.”

“That’s why we’re friends now.”