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The head of his dick brushed against my prostate repeatedly as he continued to pound into me. My moans filled the room as my spine tingled with my impending release, and I reached down to stroke my shaft.
Crew’s fingers dug into my hips hard enough that he’d likely leave bruises. “That’s it. Keep jerking yourself so we can come together.”
My hand worked at a furious pace, and it didn’t take long for me to clench around him. He bit my shoulder as he filled me at the same time my hot cum spurted from my tip.
He pressed a kiss to my neck, causing me to shiver, and then withdrew from me.
Neither of us said anything for a moment, but eventually he slid off the bed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick.”
I nodded. “Go right ahead.”
I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. Had I just made a mistake hooking up with Crew? I’d spent the last year doing everything I could to keep myself from thinking about him too much, yet the second I saw him, I couldn’t ignore that I still had feelings for him. That I still lovedhim.
When he returned from the bathroom, he sat on the edge of the bed. “You good?”
I pushed up on one elbow. “Yeah. How about you?”
He nodded. “Yep.”
I had no idea what came next. It didn’t feel like the time to dive into some sort of deep talk. Neither of us really had anything to say anyway. We still lived and played in different places.
He reached for his clothes on the floor. “I should probably head back to my hotel.”
“Early flight?”
He pulled his boxers on. “We’re heading to Phoenix in the morning.”
“I’m glad you decided to come see me,” I admitted.
His eyes met mine. “Me too. We play you guys in a few weeks. Maybe we can grab a drink or something while I’m in Minneapolis.”
It was a casual suggestion rather than a concrete plan, but maybe that was all we could offer each other.
“Sure.”
Once he was fully dressed, he gave me one last smile. “See ya later.”
“Later,” I replied, and then he was gone.
I fell back against the mattress, the sheet bunched around my waist and the smell of him still on my pillow. The way my chest ached as I watched him leave made me wonder if having sex with him again had not been the smartest idea. After all, what we’d just done had brought feelings to the surface that I’d tried to shove down for the past year. Still, I couldn’t find it in myself to regret what we’d just done.
I loved Crew Stratton, and maybe I always would.
24
CREW
I tuggedmy jersey into place and grabbed my wristband from my locker as the other guys laced up their cleats, finished tape jobs, and swapped jabs about their walk-up playlist. Parker stood near Matthewson at the lineup board, both of them in their seafoam-colored warm-up jackets, going over the batting order.
Drew Rockland stood with Mejia by the couch area, discussing pitching mechanics. I caught the tail end of whatever he was saying, something about the fastball spin direction. Rockland wasn’t loud or flashy, but every time he showed up, pitchers listened. Not because he used to be some superstar—though he’d had a decent career—but because he knew what the hell he was talking about. Even Castro, the pitching coach, didn’t mind Rockland giving advice to our pitchers. No one ever acted like it was weird that our manager’s husband was hanging out in the clubhouse either.
No side-eyes.
No whispered comments.
Nothing.
Sabato flopped down beside Ramos. “Think Mejia’s finally figured out that slider? Or is Rockland just sweet-talking him?”
