“We’ll see about that,” I sulked. My averages were still the lowest they’d been in years, and I knew I wasn’t playing well enough for the club to justify an extension. And if being traded meant moving across the country, I wouldn’t hesitate to walk away. Being anywhere but Chicago or Milwaukee would make spending time with Sean nearly impossible at least eight months out of the year.
“Come on, we can talk more later. For now, there’s drinking to be done and a Homerun Derby to be watched.” Sean stood first, reaching down to help me off the ground.
I stood there for a moment, staring into his icy blue eyes, wondering how in the hell I got to this point in my life. With Teresa, there would have been no discussion, she would have simply stormed off in a tantrum, waiting for me to bow to her wishes. Sean, the man who swore he wasn’t good at relationships, was doing a damn fine job making sure I knew how far he was willing to go to make me happy.
We were halfway to the house when Sean stopped me. “Just so you’re prepared, the guys are probably going to give you shit. Don’t let it get to you, they’re simply doing their job, trying to get into your head.”
I kind of figured there would be plenty of shit-talking going on tonight. We were a little over three weeks away from facing off once again and I was the lone Bulldog in a group of Mavericks. It seemed Eric was likely to be my only ally since I could already hear them giving him a hard time. If he wasn’t upset about his former teammates talking smack, I wouldn’t be either.
20
Sean
I’d quickly gottenspoiled by having Mason next to me at night. Since the All-Star break, I’d been restless whether we were home or on the road. Even a queen size bed was too big when I reached out in the middle of the night and came back with nothing but cold cotton against my skin.
My longing had only grown the past two nights because we had decided that it was best if Mason stayed at the hotel with the team rather than sneaking to my house after the games. Knowing that he was less than ten miles away when he should be here with me made it nearly impossible to sleep.
When my phone started ringing, I rolled over and grabbed it without looking at the display. “Hey babe, did I wake you?”
Like Pavlov’s dog and a bell, my cock stirred to life at the sound of Mason’s voice. I was never going to get to sleep tonight, and tomorrow was my start. This was bad.
“Hardly,” I scoffed, sliding my hand beneath the waistband of my lounge pants. “I keep thinking about how stupid it was of me to agree that you should stay with the team.”
“Aww, do you miss me?” he teased. As I laid there, my mind wandered to all the things I wanted to be doing tonight as I started stroking my dick. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, not wanting Mason to know what I was doing.
“Yeah, I miss you,” I conceded. “Happy now?”
Mason was quiet for a moment and my hand stilled. I could hear him breathing into the phone and closed my eyes, imagining his fingers curled around his broad shaft.
“No, I’m not happy,” he admitted. “I wish I was in bed next to you so you could help me take care of this problem I seem to have.”
“Yeah? And what problem would that be?” My hand resumed its steady up and down motion, squeezing at the base and my fingers gliding over the leaking tip on each upstroke.
“I’ve already beat off twice, and yet I’m lying here hard as a rock, thinking about burying myself down your throat.” His voice was thick and raspy, and there was no doubt in my mind that he was jerking his own cock. That meant he was alone in his room, because no way would he be this bold otherwise.
“What else do you want?” I pressed. There had been plenty of times when we’d made off-handed sexual comments on the phone, but we’d never been able to do this.
It wasn’t enough, but it would have to be until tomorrow night. His teammates knew that he’d moved, but not that he was living up here, so he’d ride back to Chicago with them after tomorrow’s game and then he’d come home.
“I want your cock so deep in my ass that I can’t breathe,” he continued. I wanted that too, so badly I considered driving down to sneak him out of the hotel. “I want you to dig your fingers into my hips, hard enough that I have bruises for days after you get on the plane. I don’t even care if someone sees them and asks me. I want marks so I can’t forget who I belong to.”
“Mace, I want you so bad. Let me come to you,” I pleaded. His breathing quickened and I knew he was close. “Tomorrow night, don’t wear anything you’re going to miss, because I can’t guarantee I won’t rip the clothes off your body. We’ll have the house to ourselves, and I’m going to fuck you in as many rooms as possible.”
“Baby, if you keep saying shit like that, I’m going to blow,” he warned me.
“Do it, Mace,” I encouraged him, wanting to hear him let go. Wanting him to come with me, because my balls were drawn so tight to my body it hurt. “Come with me!”
Mason groaned my name and I closed my eyes, imagining his head thrown back as he spilled over his hand. That was enough to send me over the edge, filling the air with incoherent moaning.
“Feel better?” I asked when I caught my breath enough to speak.
“No, but it’ll have to do,” he grumbled. I loved the fact that he didn’t worry about hiding his true feelings from me. If anything, I was the one who needed to work on being more open in our relationship. “Try to get some sleep. I’ll call you in the morning when I get up.”
“Okay, babe. Love you.”
“You too,” he practically whispered into the phone. We both stayed on the line, waiting for the other person to hang up the phone. Mason was the first to break the silence, chuckling. “Hang up the phone, Sean.”
“No, you,” I teased. It was a stupid game, but it was what we did when we were apart.
