As her cries pick up, I lose my edge, and need overwhelms me as I fill her with my hot cum. She sinks down on me one final time, grinding against me as she whimpers then falls back against my chest.
“Fuck, I needed that,” she says as I wrap my arms around her. She covers my hands with hers and guides my palms to her breasts, urging me to squeeze her tits for her own release as she lets out a languid moan.
“We didn’t even get to these,” I say.
She giggles softly and utters, “Next time,” then slowly lifts herself from my cock.
My cum paints the inside of her thigh, so I pull my sleeve over my palm and clean her before helping her balance and pulling her panties and leggings back into place.
“You want me to run that through the wash?” she says, tugging on the strings of my sweatshirt.
“Probably should,” I say, pulling my sweatshirt over my head and letting her take it with her back to the garage. I linger behind for a few seconds, reveling in a new level of best sex ever before tucking my cock in my boxers and pulling my zipper back up.
I run my hands through my hair before I pick up my beer and finish it off as I make my way back to the garage. Renleigh is already inside, it seems, so I scan the garage for a recycle bin, toss my bottle inside, then take one more deep breath before reentering the lion’s den.
This time, when Roddy spots me from across the room, he shakes his head and laughs before silently clapping in my honor. He’s right to do so. Because that moment outside? It deserves plenty of applause.
Chapter 20
Renleigh
I see the way Daisy, my boss, looks at me. Like I’m opening an enormous can of future heartbreak and trouble. I get where she’s coming from. She fell in love with a ballplayer, then spent the next twenty-plus years trying to get over him, only to have him come back.
I’d like to say my story is nothing like hers, but I bet she thought the same thing when she was my age, and someone warned her about getting involved with a pro athlete. I do believe this thing I’m in with Hunter is different, though. I know the rules. I’m the one setting them. This is a good time. And I know it will end.
“Someone left something for you this morning,” she says, pulling an envelope from under the register and sliding it across the bar toward me. I slap my hand on top and say, “Thanks,” before tucking it in my apron.
It’s a pair of tickets for me and Lindsey. If I’m being replaced at home by my mom, then I may as well enjoy the free time with my sister while I have the chance. Lindsey’s taking her up on her babysitting offer, too. There’s a chance an afternoon helping Dad with home rehab while running after those boys might beenough to send her packing again, so we may as well get the free time in while we can.
“I heard them talking about him this morning. You know, on the news?” Daisy says.
She leans over the bar and rests her head in her palm while she taps her long red nails of her other hand on the tabletop.She’s judging me.
“Yeah?Sports Centeron because Roddy was there?” I purse my lips and glower at her, because two can play at this game. Her gaze narrows on me, but she doesn’t answer. I know he’s been spending the night at her house. And there’s a lot of messy history for them to unpack. None of my business. Just like Hunter is none of hers.
I pick up a bar towel and move toward the table just abandoned by a group of fans. I bus the glasses then wipe the surface down, only to turn around and find Daisy’s glare still waiting for me.
“I guess this is a big start for him today. They’re talking about calling him up early. Guess one of the starters went on the injured list, so this would be his shot. Just . . . something to consider.”
Byconsidershe means weigh against getting involved with him further.
“Yeah, I hear you,” I say. And I do. I don’t need the warning, though. I’m going into this with wide-open eyes and a guarded heart.
“Mmm hmm,” she says, leaving me with one finally rap of her fingernails on the counter before going back to tending bar.
It’s a steady stream of fans and college kids for the next hour. There’s a band coming in to play tonight, so the place is getting packed by the time my sister shows up and I clock out. I’m glad I got the night off, though my coworker, Brandon, is going to killit in tips tonight. Whenever Earl’s has live music, the take goes way up.
I change in the back room, slipping on the new Maverick’s jersey Hunter gave me yesterday. I feel a little self-conscious wearing his last name on my back, mostly because I know the look I’m going to get from Daisy when I walk by, but I keep it on. It was a thoughtful gift, and truthfully? It feels nice to have a man’s attention. I’d forgotten what it was like.
“Look at you,” Lindsey teases as she greets me by the exit. I glance over my shoulder and am relieved Daisy’s busy with customers.
“Yeah, Hunter got it for me. Do I look like a bimbo?”
My sister snorts.
“That’s such aMomword.”
I roll my eyes, but she’s right. My mom used to call the girls who hung around Earl’s trying to get ballplayers to hook up with them bimbos all the time. We used to laugh when she did. And now here I am.Bimbo.
