“He also tied me to the stairs like a month ago.”
“The stairs.” I point. “Those stairs?! Damn you got some kink in you girl.”
“I love when Preston gets all dirty like that,” Ivory adds.
“I ordered some special lingerie for the end of the season,” Gabby says, picking up her phone.
“Show me, show me, show me. I need to see this right now.” I make grabby hands for her phone and she turns the screen around to show me a three-piece lingerie set in the Troubadours team colors.
“I had them embroider Chase’s number on the back. I don’t even know who I am right now. Like, who does that?”
Seeing Gabby sexually empowered and flustered is cute as hell. I love this for her.
“You’re the girl getting some good-ass dick. I’d let him brand me for sure. Also, I’m going to need you to send me that link, by the way.”
“Me too.” Ivory hands Gabby back her phone. “Should we get matching lingerie sets for the postseason, and instead of wearing something to the game, we just wear them for our men?” Ivory suggests.
“Yes, you should definitely do that. But you also know they’re going to compare notes,” I agree. I’m absolutely ordering one for myself.
“Do you really think they talk about sex?” Gabby asks.
“Are you freaking serious? Have you met Miller? I bet you they talk about this shit all the time,” I tell her.
“Yeah, but Miller’s not having sex with anybody.”
“Do we actually know that?” I question.
Gabby plugs her ears. “La la la la la la la la la. I don’t want to hear about my brother having sex. No, thank you.”
“Oh, come on. You know he’s probably a freak in the sheets too.”
“He totally gives off secret dom vibes,” Ivory agrees.
“I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.” Gabby pretends like she’s going to throw up.
“But really, send that link to the chat.” I point to her phone. I’m totally buying a set for Grant. He’d go feral and I love my husband feral as fuck.
The rest of the night passes with more girl talk and a Troubadours win.
Gabby’s biopsy results come back clear the next day, and the relief I feel is indescribable. Now that Gabby’s feeling better, her, Ivory, and I go to the remaining three home games.
On the morning of the last home game of the regular season, we’re told that Chase and Miller are going to be mic’d up for the game. It’s a huge opportunity for the team, but especially for Chase after the trouble he was in earlier this season. I huddle up with Miller and Chase before the game to go over a few notes just in case the announcers ask any off-the-wall questions.
“You—” I point at Miller “—keep it PG and don’t be outrageous.”
“Me? Outrageous? Who do you think you’re talking to? I am nothing of the sort.”
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Listen, it’s not my fault that people think I’m funny.” He shrugs.
“And what are you going to do if they ask why you punched that catcher?”
“I’m just gonna tell him he was talking shit, and I got tired of it.”
“Well, I can’t argue with that because I wanted to kill him from doing that, so I guess that’s acceptable.”
Miller nods. “Thank you very much.”
