“Back of your closet.” I shrugged, stepping down to meet him. “Just supporting my athlete boyfriend,” I said, turning to show off his last name spreading across my shoulder blades. “You don’t like it? It’s big but a little tight on my chest.”
His narrowed eyes, full of heat, flicked to my breasts.
“You’re going to pay for this later,” he rasped, leaning in to brush my lips. “Looking that hot in my old jersey when I have to wear these damn pants.”
“If you get a base hit, I’ll put out.” I waggled my brows. “Can I wear the jersey then too?”
“Orrico, you’re up!”
Lee turned to the umpire, throwing me one more smoldering glare before he stalked up to the plate.
“Come on, Doc! Show us what you got!” Nate called out as Adrian laughed on the mound.
Lee was going to destroy me later, and after watching him swing the bat on the first pitch, sending the ball deep into right field, I couldn’t wait.
“Too bad your daughter wasn’t there to see your big moment,” I told Lee on the way home. Bennie had been invited to her first glamour birthday party and couldn’t pass it up, not even to watch her father and her favorite Bat play against each other.
“But she would have rooted for Nate, and that would have hurt a little. At least one of my girls was there to see it,” Lee said, pressing his lips to mine and letting go with a nibble.
“I rooted for you. I promise.”
“You better,” he growled after we parked in the driveway.
“This was fun,” I said, stepping inside the house. “Are they making this a thing?”
“Once photos of Silas at bat make their way around social media, probably.”
“I think Dr. DILF will have them coming back,” I teased. “But he belongs to me.”
“Well, the girl with my name on her back belongs tome,” he said, flipping his baseball cap backward and backing me up against the wall. “Fuck, you look hot in my clothes.”
“You look hot in your clothes too,” I said, kissing his chin while I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his pants and yanked him closer. “You should definitely wear it like this more often.” I pinched the brim of his hat between my fingers.
His smile faded as he held my gaze.
“You were at almost every game.”
“I was.” I nodded. “I loved watching you play.” I ran my hands up and down his arms. “You were so intense when you came up to bat. Gave me chills.”
I bunched my shoulders in an exaggerated shiver.
“Then when you pitched, I’d stare at your ass the whole game,” I said, reaching around to give his perfect butt a squeeze. “I got chills from that too.”
His head fell back as he burst out laughing.
“You liked wearing my name today?”
“Of course. They should make sports manager and trainer jerseys at Wayne Field. I could have a collection.”
He dropped his chin to his chest and chuckled.
“Only Silas gets to have a manager jersey sold at Wayne Field. But I may know another way you could wear my name.”
I scrunched my nose at Lee.
“What, your sports medicine polo you wear to the games? I could be into it.”
“No,” he said, exhaling a chuckle. “Stay here.”
