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Watching his face twist in pleasure with every stroke had me picking up the pace and pounding into him.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Take all of me.”
He moaned and rocked back, greedy for every single inch. “Harder,” he begged.
My hips snapped forward, sweat rolling down my back, as I hit the spot deep inside him over and over again.
Feeling my own body tense with my impending orgasm, I fisted his shaft and began jerking him in time with my movements, so he could get off with me like he wanted.
“You gonna come for me?”
“Yes. Don’t stop!” he shouted as his body tensed, and with a few more thrusts his release shot across his six-pack.
The sight of him completely spent and panting sent me over the edge. I slammed into him one last time, filling him with my hot cum.
When my dick stopped twitching, I eased out of him and dropped onto the bed.
He rolled to his side and brushed the damp hair off my forehead. “I need to shower, but do you want to stay here tonight?”
He asked the question as though it wasn’t a big deal.
But it was to me because I’d never done the sleepover thing with somebody before.
“Yeah. I’ll stay.”
9
CREW
The visitinglocker room at Petco Park smelled like victory, among other things. We had just sealed our second straight win, this one against the Padres, finally shaking off the losing streak that had been dragging us down for weeks. The team was on a high as the guys and I stripped off our uniforms and tossed them toward the laundry bins in the center of the clubhouse.
I’d driven in a couple of runs, Singleton had made a few solid plays at first base, and the bullpen had held steady. A couple more wins, and maybe we’d finally turn the season around.
“Two in a row, boys!” Latham boomed. “Feels good to be back on track.” He grinned, shoving Neal’s shoulder playfully as he passed.
I sat in the chair at my locker, running a hand through my hair as Singleton walked by. We hadn’t talked much in the dugout, but every now and then, we caught each other’s eyes. We’d been hooking up for weeks, but we hadn’t talked about what it meant or where it was going. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted. Once he went back down to AAA,then we wouldn’t see each other anymore unless for some reason he was brought up again.
“Who’s coming out?” Davenport asked from across the room as he adjusted his watch. “There’s a sick band playing at our usual bar tonight.”
“What band is it?” Singleton asked.
“California Thunder. They’re a local rock band, and the lead guitarist is married to Chase Matthewson.”
My hands stilled as I was buttoning my shirt. “The Rockies’ former shortstop?”
“Yeah. Small world, huh?” Davenport answered.
“Think Matthewson will be there?” Payne inquired. “I wouldn’t mind meeting my predecessor.”
I shook my head. “Doubt it. He does the post-game show for the Padres.”
“Maybe after, then,” Payne went on, hopeful.
The hotel we were staying at was right across the street from the ballpark. Once we were changed and had put our bags in our rooms, a few of us met up in the lobby. Singleton was there, sitting in a high-back chair as he scrolled on his phone. I took the seat next to him and he turned his head toward me.
“I was just looking up Chase Matthewson and did you know, the Rockies have had three former players come out as bisexual?”
I hesitated before answering, “I did.”
