“I felt it, too.”
“No, he doesn’t. That’s what we do. We bitch back and forth. When he acts like his injury doesn’t hurt, I’ll take over. And he’ll do little things to help me. Nine times out of ten, I hate the guy.”
“But that one time. You guys will totally get it on before this is over. And I want every detail.” Jade glanced back at the direction he’d left in and I picked up my tray.
“I need to head out to get a start on my homework. But I’ll see you ladies later.”
“Say hello to the Greek god for me,” Bea purred again and I left the three psychos there. They couldn’t know we already had gotten it on and it had been unlike any experience I’d ever had. And now, all that verbal foreplay had me hot for more.
* * * *
They lost. The double header ended badly for our team and the guys sulked. They hung their heads, dragged their feet and didn’t handle it well. I wanted to give them time to react. They were teenage boys and they needed to learn how to lose, because losing gracefully is a part of life. But Gideon had his own plan. He ripped them to pieces.
He went over everything they did wrong.
He yelled at them for their attitudes, their giving up.
He made them run foul poles for every error.
Two kids threw up and wanted to quit, but he didn’t let them. I fumed. His eyes had a wild look in them and I knew any words would be lost on him. I comforted the kids with the promise of a fun day the next game, but they looked crestfallen.
It wasn’t until the last kid had left and we were alone in the park that I turned to Gideon. He paced the dugout with a nervous energy and I’d had enough.
“Hey, asshole. What the fuck were you thinking tonight?”
He shook his head and froze. “What the hell do you mean?”
“You were an asshole to them. I don’t want to be one ofthosecoaches.”
“Then, by all means, don’t coach.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the exit.Cool. We’re back at that act, asking me to quit.
“What the hell is up your ass? They didn’t play that bad tonight. The other team was just better.” I put my hands on my hips and readied for battle. “I don’t appreciate your attitude toward them.”
“You don’tappreciatemy attitude? You an expert? Huh? You have years and years’ experience dealing with losing in baseball? Please enlighten me, then,Fiona.”
“I’m not saying I have more experience than you. That would be stupid. But you were a jerk to them. They don’t deserve it.”
“If they think they can act how they were, they have another think coming. They threw the ball around eight times. They struck out without even swinging, nine times. We had six errors in the infield alone. If they want to be prepared for the harsh reality of baseball, then they need to deal with it. If not, they, along with you, can join another league. I don’t play half-assed.”
“God,” I muttered under my breath and stormed to my car. I was so mad. So damn mad. No one should talk to kids like that. I fisted my hand and threw my bag into the back seat. His heavy steps followed me toward our cars. An ache began in my chest and traveled to the rest of me, as though I wanted to pick a fight. I spun around with fire in my eyes and pointed my finger at him. “What was in their attitudes that was so bad? Explain it to me.”
“You wouldn’t understand. It’s a man’s sport.” He dismissed me with a flick of his wrist and it set me off. I smacked his hand. I swung my arm back and collided our hands to create a loud smack. The sound echoed off the empty gravel in the parking lot, the darkness of the night surrounding us.
He gasped when my hand hit him. He clasped his fingers around mine, aggressively. He shoved me against the side of my car. My back hit the cool metal as he closed me in. Anger rolled off him in waves and he growled my name. “Fiona.”
The way he said my name, everything stopped. It wasn’t an invitation, but its meaning was clear. My chest heaved, my pulse raging in my ear. He stepped closer so our hips touched and I felt his hardness. His taut muscles. His temper flared and he slammed his mouth against mine.
I couldn’t taste him enough. He tasted too good, too rough. I clawed at his chest, desperate to get him as close as possible. Because I wanted him despite how much I hated him. I wanted his firm body all over me. “God—”
“Shut up,” he barked into my ear and brought one of his hands to my neck. He gently clasped around my air pipe, and by god, it turned me the hell on. He slid his large hand down the side of my body, heating me up even more. I nipped at his bottom lip and sucked it into my mouth as hard as I could. He retaliated and I moaned. The mixture of pain and pleasure was too much. “I shouldn’t do this.”
“I shouldn’t want it,” I replied, dragging my fingers down his abs and fisting his enormous erection outside his tight pants. “Your magic dick is the only reason.”
He stuck his tongue into my mouth again and prevented me from talking. He used his free arm to pick me up. I stopped trying to talk and relished the pleasure coursing through me. He smelled like a perfect mixture of leather and sweat—and I wanted to lick it up. He unlocked the hatch of his Blazer and threw me in, in one swift motion. My back hit the hard surface, but I didn’t have time to react. He followed me in and shut the trunk door behind him.
I was about to fuck Gideon Titan in a parking lot. And I was okay with it. “You piss me off so damn much.”
“Right back at ya, babe.” He slid his hands down my hips and removed my yoga pants within seconds. “God. How soaked is your sweet pussy for me?”
