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"Yes, I want that too."
I plunge inside her slowly, savoring every inch of her silken heat as it envelops me, and I gently settle my weight atop her.The warmth of skin and the closeness of our bodies is almost overwhelming.Damn, it's better than any strikeout or even the most perfect pitch.No stadium ovation I've ever experienced could top this.My connection with Amy transcends the physical; it's something deeper, something that makes my chest ache.
The wet sucking sound that accompanies our lovemaking gets me even more turned on.But it's the feel of her silky hair brushing over my skin that seals the deal.I need to take her now, hard, as if my life depends on my ability to fuck her into oblivion.With my body still lying atop hers, I begin to pump my hips.At first, I move in an easy rhythm to let her get used to being fucked from behind, flat on her stomach.But I can't wait long.
Soon, my desperation to come inside her beautiful body seizes me like a black hole sucking me in.Can't think.Can't control my lust.The sucking sound intensifies along with the creaking of the bed frame.My grunts and snarls mingle with Amy's passionate cries.Her nails rake across the sheets.
"Yes, Charlie, oh god, yes!Bang me like a gong!"
Not sure what that means, but I'll do my best.
I thrust harder, deeper, my body slick with sweat as I drive us both toward climax.Amy's moans escalate into sharp cries, growing more frantic, and I can feel her sleek inner muscles tightening around me.The pressure builds at the base of my spine, a telltale sign of an impending explosion.
"Come with me, baby," I growl into her ear, reaching beneath her to grind her clit with my fingers."Let go—right now."
Her body convulses beneath me in rhythmic pulses.That's all it takes to hurl me over the edge.I bury myself to the hilt and let go, pleasure crashing through me in waves as I empty myself inside her.For a moment, the world narrows to one thing—only us, connected, breathing hard, hearts pounding almost as if we've become one.
I collapse beside Amy, tugging her against my chest.We lie here in silence, our limbs tangled, her breaths warm against my neck.I trace lazy patterns on her back, savoring the softness of her skin under my fingertips.The sex was incredible, but this moment—this quiet intimacy—feels even more significant somehow.
Every time I think we've reached the most important moment in our relationship, I'm proved wrong again.And I can't hold back anymore.I need to speak the words.
"Amy, I'm in love with you."
Chapter Sixteen
The Charity Game
Today is the annual charity game, and I should be focused on that.But my mind keeps rewinding to that night in Cooperstown, and how Amy responded after I told her I'm in love with her.She stared blankly at me for so long that I almost thought I'd abruptly lost my hearing.But no, that wasn't what happened.
"Did you hear me, Amy?I said—"
"I'm exhausted, Charlie.Let's go to sleep."
With that, she flipped over onto her side, effectively ending the conversation.In the morning, the situation did not improve.Ever since, she's been all business—talking to me like I'm a rookie in a slump instead of her, ah…boyfriend?That term doesn't seem appropriate.Amy isn't in the bullpen, but I assume she will show up.She's my coach, after all.
Don't think about her.Focus on the game.
As if my girl problems weren't enough, the Admirals will be facing off against the Altitude once again.I'm not exactly thrilled by the prospect of meeting up with my old buddy Jared Morris.But I'm determined to exact my revenge on that dickwad once and for all.Okay, a charity match might not be the best time.But I absolutely need to whup his ass in monumental fashion.
Morris is going down hard this time.
The charity game is about to start, and I'm standing in the bullpen, trying to focus on my warm-up pitches.But Amy's voice keeps cutting through my concentration as she discusses strategy with Coach Rivera nearby.
"His fastball's looking good today," Amy announces, not even glancing my way."Let's see if he can maintain that control for two full innings."
Her statement stings more than I would've expected.Not because she said something critical, but because of how detached she sounded.Like I'm just another project for her, not the guy who bared his soul back in Cooperstown.
I wind up and fire another pitch, harder than necessary.The bullpen catcher's mitt smacks loudly.
"Easy, Braddock," Dave Lawrence calls."Save some for the actual game."
"Sorry.Guess I'm picturing Jared Morris's face instead of a catcher's mitt."
The stadium is full today, buzzing with energy beyond these walls.Kids from the local youth programs are getting tours of the dugout, and that's what this is all about.I need to remember my personal drama with Amy and my beef with Morris aren't the objective today.
"Two minutes, Braddock," Coach Rivera reminds us.
I nod, taking a deep breath as I prepare for my final warm-up pitch.The ball flies out of my hand with perfect rotation, hitting the catcher's mitt dead center.
