“I haven’t even had a chance to start working on it yet.”
“Does it have a bedroom?” He nodded. “Does is have a working bathroom?” His head bobbed again. “Then that’s a great place to start.”
A laugh shook his chest. “What would I do without you?”
“If you play your cards right,” I told him, smiling coyly. “You might never have to find out.”
I trailed my fingers through the bathwater, drawing a path up and over my hardening nipple. His hooded eyes traced the movement.
“You’re killing me, angel.”
“We can’t have that, can we?” I snuck a hand beneath the layer of bubbles, diving deep until they circled my clit. My fingers were no match for Jared’s thick digits. The man played my body like a fine-tuned guitar. “Have you been a good boy, Jared?”
“Thebest,” he answered, his voice thick with desire.
His eyes never left mine when he set the camera on his nightstand and snaked a hand into his briefs.
“Show me.”
Pink
“Y’all, they’re sizing us up like a prized heifer.”
I held back a laugh and straightened my hat. “Just keep smiling, dude. It’s for a good cause.”
Matty wasn’t wrong. Seven of us had turned out for tonight’s bachelor auction event in our game day best. After some brief mingling with the dinner patrons—ranging from local business owners to festival volunteers and even some of the Roasters’ staff—we had been lined up across the makeshift stage like the piggies gone to market.
There were certain societal expectations that came with being a public figure, and that included engaging with fans. Radio interviews and autographs were part of the job, but being auctioned off to a trio of grannies was something else entirely.
“You guaranteed me man meat,” Diaz grumbled.
“And you’re going to get it, I promise.”
He mumbled a few choice words under his breath. My tenth-grade Spanish was rusty at best, but I knew an expletive when I heard one.
“I don’t know,” Bennett said, his voice etched with unease. “What if nobody bids on me? I don’t want to be the guy that doesn’t get bid on.”
Poor guy.Bennett had generalized anxiety disorder, but he was also a closeted romantic. As much as he might have wanted to spend a quiet evening at home, his desire to be loved far outweighed his nerves.
“Benny Boo.” I clapped a hand on his shoulder. “I would bid on you myself before that happened.”
He shook off my hand. “I don’t need your pity bids.”
Kaylani stepped up to the mic at the front of stage. “Hello, everybody,” she said around a smile. “Thank you all for joining us tonight for the first ever Buns of Steel auction, featuringyourAmerican League champions, the Rose City Roasters.”
I rocked forward on my toes when the crowd went wild. Their screams were music to my ears. We were still riding the high from yesterday’s win, the one that had ensured our spot in the World Series.
The fucking World Series. Take that, Dad.
“I know we’re all excited to cheer them on at next week’s game, and remember, everyone who wins a date with a player this evening will also take home two tickets for game one of the World Series.”
A sharp whistle rang out over the applause. My eyes followed the sound to the left side of the room, just as Dani removed two fingers from her lips. It was incredible how such a tiny person could emit such a piercing noise.
Bella and Nessa stood next to her, both smiling from ear to ear.
I was a lucky bastard in more ways than one. Just as Nessa suggested, Bella had settled into the townhouse next door to mine. It wasn’t much just yet, but she had a roof over her head and a solid support system next door, and that was more than most people could ask for in a lifetime.
Matty had offered to help with the renovations once the season was over,afterwe fixed up his house that was. It was shaping up to be a busy offseason, and I was looking forward to every second of it.
