One very close to her crotch.
If I got overzealous, I could rip those fuckers from that hole all the way to her pretty pussy, follow suit with her panties, and bend her over before taking her from behind.
My cock started to stiffen, surprising me.
I was amazed that I could get it up with how truly shitty I felt.
None of my other body parts seemed to work, but, apparently, my cock functioned better than the rest of my body.
“You want anything for breakfast?” she asked when the silence continued.
“Donuts sounds good,” I mumbled. “What time is it?”
“Ten.”
My eyes snapped open.
“Mother fucker.”
“What?” she asked in alarm.
“My dog. I need to go let her out.” I started to get up.
She patted my hand.
“I called Gentry from your phone and asked him yesterday if he could take care of your dog,” she soothed. “He took her home and brought you some clothes.”
She looked pointedly at my boxer briefs, and her face started to flush pink.
The moment she touched my hand, I got harder. So, sue me.
What the hell did she expect? She was hot as fuck, and I wanted to fuck her. Tell my dick to behave around a combination like that.
“Donuts?” she squeaked.
I leaned forward, and then rocked twice before I found my way to my feet.
“Let me get dressed. Have I had any meds?” I asked on my way to her room.
“Your clothes are in the opposite room,” she whispered. “And yes, you’ve had meds. But you’re due for Tylenol and Ibuprofen in about forty minutes.”
I looked at the other room she was indicating with her finger, and then smiled.
“Did I mention I sleep walk?” I asked, laughter filling my voice.
She rolled her eyes.
“No,” she drawled. “I don’t think you mentioned it.” She smiled genuinely. “But I know…now. Turns out, I had to learn it the hard way.”
***
Four hours later, I was warming up for the game.
I hadn’t had the energy to practice beforehand, and my fucking glove was still missing.
Not to mention I still hadn’t gotten a kiss from a certain someone.
“You look pretty puny today,” Gentry observed as he walked up behind me.
Since Gentry had started last game, he couldn’t start today. Meaning he wasn’t dressed in his gear like everyone else.
Instead, he was in a blue warm-up slicker, his baseball pants, and tennis shoes.
“Thanks for bringing my shit and taking care of Ruby.” I hopped up from my squatting position and rocketed the ball to second base.
My whole fucking body screamed as I did it, and I wondered idly if I’d be able to make it through the whole game.
When the coach went to toss me another ball, I waved him off.
“If I keep it up, I’ll have nothing left for the game,” I promised him. “I’m done.”
The coach nodded, knowing not to bother arguing when I’d do what I wanted anyway.
“Maybe a donut will give you some energy?” Gentry offered his half-eaten donut.
I shook my head.
“I’ve already had two of Sway’s donuts, which has definitely not been in my diet plan,” I muttered. “Gonna be working that off for weeks.”
Gentry snorted and turned to walk with me back to the locker rooms.
“Find your glove yet?” he queried.
I shook my head, anger flooding through me.
“No,” I grumbled. “Coach is supposed to review the locker room feed, but since it was in the dressing area, it’s not going to have it unless the fucker was stupid enough to walk out with it in his hands.”
Gentry hummed.
“That is a pain in the ass,” he said. “At least you have your backup glove.”
At least.
Had I had to buy a brand new one, it would’ve been disastrous.
Breaking in a baseball glove took time. Time I didn’t have when I was at the beginning of the season.
“I…”
“Hancock!” Sway called, interrupting what I had to say next. “I have a present for you!”
Sway’s voice had a way of making me pay attention to her and only her. The moment I heard her call my name, every single cell in my body was quivering in anticipation.
“Yeah?” I asked.
She came to a stop in front of me, and then started digging through her bag.
“Couple of things, actually.” She smiled at Gentry. “Hi, Gentry. I see you found the donuts.”
Gentry hummed as he took another bite of said donut.
“Good, thanks. Shipley’s makes my favorite kind.” He shoved the rest into his mouth.
Sway smiled.
“Shipley’s is everyone’s favorite,” I pointed out.
Gentry shrugged. “I’ll talk to you in a minute. I want to talk to someone.”
He left, and I watched as he walked to the reporter, Amity Lee, who was busy doing an interview with Furious George, our outfielder.
“Whatcha got for me?” I tried to peek into the bag.
She waved me into her office, and then closed the door.
The office was one of those with the glass doors, so although she’d closed it and nobody could hear us, they could most definitely see us unless we closed the blinds, and not one of the players in the locker room made it a secret that they were watching us.