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“Goddamn. You’re so tight. Your ass is fucking perfect.” He pulled back and slammed forward again.
My knees nearly buckled. “You keep talking like that and this isn’t going to last very long.”
“We can’t have that.” He pulled out of me with a chuckle. “Get on the bed.”
Not caring if it made me look desperate, I all but ran over to the bed and laid back as he stalked toward me.
“Get your legs up,” he demanded softly.
I did as he said and he caught my calves in his hands, pushing them back until he had a perfect view of my needy hole.
He slid back in. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder while continuing to hold the other back with a grip behind my knee.
“Fuck,” I moaned as he hit the spot deep inside me that made my toes curl.
Beads of sweat formed along his brow as he continued to drive into me over and over again. “Touch yourself while I fuck you.”
I reached between us, already close to falling apart. It didn’t take much, maybe three strokes, before I shouted incoherently through my release.
“I’m coming.” His thrusts became erratic, and his body shuddered as he spilled deep inside me.
We were both a sweaty mess when he rolled off me, but neither of us made an effort to clean up right away.
After my breathing slowed, I looked at him. “You were really bossy tonight.”
He gave me a lazy grin. “Didn’t hear you complaining a few minutes ago.”
“Oh, I’m not complaining now either. Feel free to take control like that anytime. I won’t stop you.”
He leaned over and kissed me hard. “I’ll remember that.”
It always felta little odd walking into the visitors’ clubhouse at any stadium. Things looked and were set up differently than they were back home, but it usually only took a few minutes to settle in. And even better, this time, was that Crew was by my side. He still couldn’t play, but at least he was here.
I changed into my team-issued workout clothes and said, “I’m going to hit up the treadmill for a few before batting practice.”
Crew nodded. “Okay. I already told Reynolds I wanted to check in with him, then I’ll probably stop by Skip’s office.”
“See you in a bit.” I gave him a quick peck and headed out of the workout room.
After my run, I wiped down the machine and stretched while going over what I knew about the opposing pitcher in my mind so I could plan my approach for my at-bats. On my way back to the locker room, I passed the office Parker was using. I planned to keep walking until I heard Crew’s voice.
“I love him,” he said. “There’s no question he’s my endgame.”
I stopped in my tracks. I knew better than to eavesdrop on their conversation, but his words kept me rooted to the spot.
“I just worry about the schedule and being away from Grady so much,” he continued.
Through the slightly cracked door, I saw Parker nodding. “You know, when I was Grady’s age, my dad was playing too. The house felt too empty most days, even though he called each night from wherever he was. The calls didn’t stop me from missing him, but I still thought it was the best thing. I told all my friends my dad was in the big leagues, and just like Grady, I sat in the stands every home game and watched him, thinking there was nothing better. It made me want to play, and now I’m the one hoping my girls look at me the same way. Grady’s gonna grow up proud of who his dad is. Might not always say it, but he will be.”
“Thanks, Skip.” Crew gave him a small smile and stood. “This talk has convinced me I don’t have to choose between my son, my man, and baseball. I can actually have it all.”
I’d never make it back to the locker room before he came out, not without making it look like I was fleeing the scene of a crime. So I stayed where I was, pretending to scroll through my phone, although I couldn’t think of anything other than Crew claiming I was his endgame.
He stepped into the hallway and nearly bumped into me. “Oh, hey. I didn’t know you were out here waiting.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “Yeah, about that. I was walking by and heard you talking.”
“You did?”
