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I reached down and wrapped my hand around my shaft, desperate to come, but he batted my hand away. “I’ve got you.”
“Holy shit,” I panted as he stroked me in time with his thrusts.
“Are you going to come for me?” he grunted as he picked up speed.
I didn’t even have time to answer. My release hit immediately, and my cum spilled over his fist.
“You’re milking my dick so good.” He slammed into me one more time before moaning through his own orgasm.
My arms gave out, and I collapsed on the bed as Stratton rolled off of me.
“Win or lose, every game night should end with a bang,” I teased, trying to catch my breath.
“Does that make me the closer?” He smirked.
“After that performance?” I leaned over and kissed him. “You’re the MVP.”
I’d just finishedmy turn at batting practice, when one of the team’s assistants came over to me.
“Skip wants to see you in his office.”
“Okay,” I replied, and a pit began to form in my stomach. Considering my rookie status and the fact that I hadn’t made a huge impact yet on the team, I suspected the meeting wasn’t going to be good.
I walked down the corridor to the clubhouse and headed straight for the visiting team’s offices. Knocking once, I peered around the open door and found Schmitt behind his desk. “Thomas said you wanted to see me.”
“Have a seat.” He gestured to the chair in front of him, and I sat. “As you’re aware, the team isn’t doing so great at the moment, and it’s my job to figure out what needs to change to get us back on track.”
Since he hadn’t asked me a question, I waited to see what he’d say next.
“I’ve seen some videos of you playing, and I know what you’re capable of. But I haven’t seen you reach your full potential since you’ve joined us.” He leaned back in his seat. “Defensively, you’re holding your own, but we need more from you at the plate.”
Schmitt wasn’t wrong. Besides the home run I’d hit a few days ago, I was averaging one hit per game, and the night before, I’d gone oh-for-four. The pit in my stomach tightened. A .175 batting average wasn’t going to do me any favors. It wasn’t the first hitting slump of my career, but this one was happening at the worst possible time.
“I understand.”
“We’re going to have Leland, our hitting coach, work with you,” he continued. “He’ll help you find your swing and get your timing right again. This is the majors, kid, and the only ones who make it are the ones who find a way to adjust when things get rough.”
“Got it. I won’t let you down,” I replied, intending to keep that promise.
He nodded. “Good. Now go get ready for the game.”
Back in the clubhouse, I changed out of my batting practice jersey and into my game day gear. My mind was still on the conversation I’d just had with Schmitt when Stratton, Davenport, and Latham walked by.
“You good?” Davenport asked.
I shook my head slightly. “Just finished talking to Skip.”
Stratton clapped me on the back. “They’ve been pulling guys aside all afternoon, so don’t beat yourself up too much.”
Learning I hadn’t been singled out allowed me to relax a little. “Good to know.”
A mischievous grin spread across Latham’s face. “Unless he said you’re being sent back down. If that’s the case, it’s been nice knowing you.”
“Asshole.” I tossed my towel at him and chuckled.
Stratton dropped into the chair next to me. “Seriously though, listen to what the coaches have to say, but try not to get stuck in yourhead. You wouldn’t be here if the guys in charge didn’t think you could hack it.”
I appreciated what he had to say, but I knew I had a lot of work to do if I was going to prove to everyone I was supposed to be here.
