“I get it, I might be a romantic for other people, but I don’t need the label in order to hear you scream my name.”
Jensen cocks her head. “Will I be screaming from the trunk of your car, some secret room in the basement…abandoned cabin, maybe?”
I step closer to her. “God, I love when you flirt with me.”
Her nostrils flare as she lets out a deep breath. “You’re exhausting.”
Exhausting… Not, “get lost.” Not, “leave me alone.”
The corners of my mouth turn up. “I could exhaust you in other ways if you’re tired of this one?”
This sexy grin comes to her face as she turns to face me, then meets my step. “Maybe you do have a pierced dick, you talk like you do…” Her inked hands brush against my chest before landing on my shoulders. “Let me see.”
In a flash, Jensen’s hands grip my shoulders, and her knee connects with my dick just as the elevator dings.
“Still can’t tell. Maybe next time,” she says, then walks out as I crumple to the floor.
The pain isn’t enough to distract me from the “next time” comment.
I let out a breath and find a little strength to grit out, “Next time it is, Jenni-cakes.”
Chapter 1
Beck
Three months later
“Out!” the umpire calls.
I can’t decide what I like more, the sound of the ball hitting my glove paired with the “out,” or the fact that this was the last out of the game to land us in the postseason. One step closer to the World Series. It might just be the look on my team’s face as they realize what we just accomplished.
Our last season was a shit show…this one—this one has been incredible. Has to be one of the best seasons I’ve ever played in the major leagues and best team as a whole. We’re going in as the second seed in the postseason which is a complete fucking 180 from last year.
With the entire team riding an absolute high from the field to the dugout, and back to the clubhouse, I take in this moment. Dammit, I love this team, I swear it’s all I need in life.
Turning, I find Dex pinning me with a glare. “You just had to make that last out, didn’t you?”
As if he should be surprised—we made a bet that night playing poker, and there was no way this team was going to loseit. We get that trophy and Dex signs a new contract—I want this asshole to pitch again, we all do.
“Sure as shit did. Tell Lucie her favorite player’s about to come out of retirement.”
“You don’t have a trophy in hand yet. Best not to get too cocky.” He shakes his head but claps my shoulder as he walks past me toward our general manager.
“Hey, I like to think I’m the perfect amount of cocky,” I toss over my shoulder.
When I turn back around, Tripp’s making his way to my cubby. “Think you can be cocky enough to be my wingman this weekend to celebrate? I love Ems, but if I ask her again, I’m afraid she’ll paint my apartment pink in retaliation.”
I snort a laugh. “As she should.”
“You have got to stop roping Emma into being your wingwoman.” Will joins our conversation. “The poor girl is a chronic people pleaser who doesn’t know how to tell you no.”
Tripp brushes him off. “Hey, Emma tells me no. We’ve been friends for years, she’s told me no plenty of times.”
Will looks to me with raised eyebrows and mumbles a sarcastic, “Okay.”
Will’s got a point, over the past couple months I don’t think I’ve seen Emma tell anyone no. She’d bend over backward for her dad, hence her becoming our team assistant during the middle of the season, and with Tripp, it’s just as bad.
Tripp opens his mouth to argue, but I decide to cut him off. “Count me in for this weekend. We can all go out, maybesomeonecould be a wingman for Emma this time around?”
