Chuckling, I shake my head and put away my helmet. This day just keeps getting better.
Any other time, I would be thinking of hitting the bars and picking up some random fan, but one look at my Bree again in the stands and she’s the only one I can think of sinking my cock into.
“Damn, that was kinda hot,” Ivory mutters beside me.
“He’s young, but I bet he knows what he’s doing with that tongue,” Taylor adds from my other side. Heat crawls up my neck as I blush.
Yes, he does know what he’s doing.
His words from earlier come back to me.“When I score tonight, I’ll do something special so you know I’m thinking of you.”
Remembering the flutter of his tongue on me has me wanting more. Knowing everyone in the stadium and watching on television saw his celebration and that it was pointed in my direction has me on edge.
When he takes his helmet off, Taylor looks at me then back at the field. “Wait, is that—” I elbow her in the stomach. My eyes cut in her direction to stop her before she reveals my one-night stand to Ivory and anyone else in our vicinity that is paying attention. It feels like all eyes are on me. Like I’m wearing a neon sign alerting everyone that I slept with the team rookie.
Me, the team’s lawyer.
If this got out, it could ruin everything I’ve worked towards for years.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“WOW,” she mouths to me silently.
I communicate my surprise as well with widened eyes and silent telepathic communication. I know she won’t let it go, andwe’ll talk about it later, but for now I can escape the conversation.
She’s been spending more time in Nashville lately, staying with me or Ivory, and sometimes at a hotel when she “needs a break from people.” I wish she’d just move here instead of constantly traveling. Until then, we’ll take what we can get. This is the most the three of us have been together since we graduated college. Our friendship is tighter than ever despite the distance over the years. Having my girls close by warms my heart.
I was lonely before Ivory moved here. I’d never tell her, but her decision to move two doors down was a lifeline I didn’t realize I needed. I don’t have many friends in the city and work makes it difficult to get out and make new ones.
Coworkers as friends is out of the question when the majority of the men in the office are part of the elusive boy’s club and overall pricks. It’s also frowned upon for front office staff to get too close with the players.
The fact that I’ve become best friends with Miller, our catcher and resident most eligible bachelor, hasn’t gone unnoticed in the office. I regularly dodge comments about shagging a player and getting too close. Lately, it’s made going to work a lot harder than it ever was before. Now with Chase here, I can only imagine what will happen if anyone finds out we fucked each other’s brains out last November. I’m walking a minefield without markers, praying they won’t go off in my face.
The game passes quickly with both pitchers locking down the game after the Troubadours took an early lead. We score once more, rounding out the score at 4-0. Chase didn’t score again, but he did get another hit. His fielding was strong, which will serve him well. Our former shortstop was good, but nothing compared to Chase Bennett, who is the total package.
For baseball.
Total baseball package.
No other type of package.
We head down to the field like we always do after a home game to meet the guys before they shower. Ivory walks ahead of us, greeting Preston in a familiar embrace. Even married and after more than three years together, they’re both still infatuated with each other.
“Gabs,” Preston says when I make it down to field level. He reaches an arm out to give me a side hug.
Only Preston calls me Gabs. He and I became close when he moved in with Ivory, and now he and I have a special relationship. He’s protective but not overbearing. The big brother to Miller’s little brother.
Speaking of, my terror of a best friend runs up behind me and lifts me while shouting, “Gabby Gab, did you see how I rounded those bases?”
I roll my eyes. Every game he asks if I saw something he did while also managing to over-exaggerate what it was.
“I’m surprised you still know how to run at all,” I snark back. His batting average is low this year, and when he does get on base, he either gets out or is left on base when the inning ends.
“Low blow, Gab.” He puts his hand on his hips and glares at me.
“I was impressed, Mills. At least you’re rounding some bases.” Taylor never misses an opportunity to take a jab at Miller.
“Now, Tay Tay. You know I don’t kiss and tell.” He shoots her a wink and sends an air kiss at the same time.
