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“Sure you do,” I muttered under my breath. I turned back to Archer just as my phone dinged saying my ride was two minutes away. “Okay, I’m out of here. Call us if you need anything at all.”
He smiled. “I will.”
With one last goodbye to them and another one to Mallory, I stepped outside and walked to the car I’d ordered. I had a plane to catch and a boyfriend waiting for me when I landed.
It may have only beenFebruary, but the temperature was mild in Phoenix, and the sun was shining brightly. It was a drastic change from the dreary weather in Portland.
I scanned the line of cars outside the airport terminal and spotted Crew’s truck. I made my way over, tossing my bags into the back before opening the passenger door.
“Hey,” he greeted with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Hey, yourself.” I leaned in to kiss him, and he returned it, but pulled away before I was ready.
During the entire flight, I looked forward to seeing him again, but his excitement didn’t seem to match mine.
“How was the flight?” he asked, pulling away from the curb.
“Uneventful.” I glanced over at him. “How was practice today?”
“Fine. Castro’s been running us hard, but nothing we can’t handle. How’s Grady?” Castro was one of the pitching coaches and someone I didn’t work directly with given I was a first baseman.
“He seemed happy this morning. He and Archer were making lunch when I stopped by to say goodbye, and Grady couldn’t stop smiling. I think we made the right choice hiring him.”
“That’s good,” he replied, but he spoke so quietly I barely heard him.
I shifted so I was facing him as much as I could in the front seat. “Everything okay? You seem off.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’m a little jealous.”
“Jealous of what?”
He sighed. “You got to spend more time with Grady. I know that was the plan, but I still hated that I was here. Now, he’s hanging out with Archer. It should be me playing baseball with him and fixing lunches.”
I reached for Crew’s hand. “I get that, and I would have traded places with you if I could, but no one can replace you. Grady talks about you all the time, and he can’t wait to see you again.”
My boyfriend nodded but didn’t say anything.
I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “I missed you.”
He glanced at me, and the corners of his mouth lifted. “I missed you too.”
Thirty minutes later, we pulled into the apartment complex where we would be living for the next two months, and Crewshifted the truck into park. “Let’s get your stuff inside. We’ve got four days to make up for.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I hopped out of the truck, grabbed my bags, and barely made it through the door before Crew’s mouth was on mine. His hands were pulling at my clothes, like he couldn’t wait a second longer to get me naked.
I couldn’t either.
His fingers yanked at the hem of my shirt as I dragged his over his head. Our pants and boxers disappeared in a flash, left in a pile right in the hallway.
“The last few days without you sucked,” I breathed as he backed us into the living room. We didn’t stop until he hit the back of the couch.
“Thank god we get to spend the rest of the season together,” Crew stated before turning and bracing his hands on the cushions with his back arched and ass pushing toward me. The sight of him completely bare had me hard in an instant.
“Damn,” I muttered, stepping in close and trailing my hands over his hips. My fingers roamed lower, down the backs of his thighs, then up again over the curve of his ass cheeks. “You want it here? Just like this?”
He nodded. “There’s lube in the end table drawer.”
“Love that you thought ahead.”
