Me: Keep your eyes on me and ONLY me
Josie: I don’t know. If you play like shit, I might look elsewhere
Me: Not after yesterday, I know you won’t
The three dots appear and disappear, my lips stretching wide as the seconds tick by and the dots come and go until I get a reply.
Josie: Me coming changes nothing
Me: Sure, baby, sure
Me: I’m more than happy to show you again
The dots come and go, no doubt because I called her baby. I shouldn’t have but I remember how flushed she got yesterday after I did. How she looked shy and that’s so unlike her.
I really want to see that side of her again.
Me: It’s okay. Take your time to think of something to say. Squeeze your thighs. I know you’ll be thinking of me while you do
I grab my belt, adjusting myself. Fuck, why did I say that?
The dots all together stop but a second later I get a message.
Josie: Put the brightness down
My brows pinch in confusion but I instantly do.
Josie: Attachment: 1 Image.
Josie: Hold the picture down
My heart thunders in my chest, gaze drifting side to side before I hold the Live picture down. My mouth and throat goes dry, my eyes shoot wide, and my dick throbs.
She sent a picture of her waist down. She’s wearing what looks like tiny cotton shorts. I don’t know if she rolled them up, but the seam is wedged between her pussy lips, outlining them.She slips her hand between her thighs, pressing her palm down before she clenches her thighs.
Josie: More like you’ll be thinking of me
Josie: Go get ‘em, Cap!
I can hear the snark, dry sarcasm in her voice and see the heat in her eyes. I shake my head, wiping a palm over my face to cover my grin.
“What’s got you smiling so big?” Angel asks, standing next to me once he’s finished getting ready.
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” I answer.
“Damn, Sparky.” Ryan, our second baseman, slaps my shoulder and ruffles my sweaty hair. “What the hell are you on and can I get some?”
We just finished our game, winning 12-4. While I got three home runs and three RBI, I can’t take all the credit. Everyone did their part and got the job done.
“What are you trying to say? I’m Sparky for a reason, aren’t I?”
“You were a fucking bolt out there,” Lincoln, our right field, chimes in, making a loud whoosh sound. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you run that fast. And those dives? They were smooth as fuck.”
“Forget fast, you were being a cocky little shit out there. Smirking and shit.” Angel laughs as he undresses himself. “I don’t ever think I’ve seen you celebrate like that. And why were you pointing at your eyes like that?”
I was sending a message to Josie,eyes on me.
“Someone’s getting tested,” Kai singsongs like a child.
