He covers his laugh with his hand and just stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Oh, I’m sure they heard us. I really hope they heard you going on about the shrine you’ll be making for my dick.”
I glare at him. “Not cool. I just let you have the privilege of sticking it in me. You are supposed to be extra nice to me now, not wish me mortifying embarrassment!”
“Oh, just you wait.”
I cock my head and frown. What?
He searches around the pillows and pulls out his phone. He taps to his gallery and opens the most recent video.Oh.My eyebrows fly to my hairline, and I snatch his phone, gaze glued to the screen. That’s—that’sus. Holy fucking shit, it’s sexy as hell. His dick sliding in and out of me.
He reaches over and squeezes the volume, and my ‘Give me that dick’ echoes around the room. Oh dear. Well then. I am making obscene noises. Likeobscene. Don’t think they’re legal in any state, maybe Nevada. And I don’t fucking shut up. Heat hits my cheeks. Here’s my penis shrine tirade.
“Apparently, I’m a slut for your cock,” I say weakly.
The video ends, and Jed’s chuckle dances around me. I wish I could grab it and bottle it up. It's so deep and raspyand rare. He goes to hit the delete button, and I wrench the phone away.
“What are you doing!”
He studies me. “I was going to delete it. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I didn’t think of it in the heat of the moment, but I should have asked your permission. I had thought I was being so smart when you said you wished you could see. Fuck. That was really bad on my part. I’m sorry, Shane. I want you to watch me while I delete it.”
His dark brows are pinched, and he looks like he’s seconds from panicking. I dive in for a kiss, just a quick one to reassure him—or that was the plan, but then a few minutes later, we’re pulling apart, panting. I can’t help but get carried away with this man.
“Relax, Jed. I’m not mad. We’ve sexted videos back and forth multiple times. I mean, fine, did we go about making our first sex-tape—are they even called sex-tapes anymore? Sex-recording?—the right way? Probably not. But that video is hot as fuck. It’s not like you can tell it’s us in it.”
He peers at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Shane, you literally say my name multiple times. Talking about how much you love my dick.”
Huh. That’s a very good point.
“Ugh, do we have to delete it?” I whine. “I want to keep it and watch it for my solo sessions. It’s so fucking sexy. And knowing it’s you sinking into me?” I roll my eyes back and drop my jaw in an exaggerated, silent moan while I shake in pretend ecstasy.
Jed softly flicks my nose. “You’re kind of a dork.”
My eyes pop open, and I grin at him. He still looks worried, though. “Let’s delete it,” I say softly. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable either. It’s probably not thesmartest thing to have around as pro-ballplayers. “Just…can we watch it one more time?”
He bites his lip against a smile. “Yeah, one more time. Then let’s clean up and get a snack. I’m fucking starving after that.”
I side-eye him. “You’re starving, or you want us to go into the kitchen so I have to face our teammates after pledging my undying love to your cock?”
He blinks innocently at me. “Both.”
Gah, this man. I think I really like him. Or something a little bit more than that.
THIRTY-SIX
SHANE
I headdown the walkway that leads from the field to the clubhouse, spotlights beating down so bright you’d never guess it's nearly ten at night. My teammates are scattered, stopping to sign autographs for the fans crowding up to the fence that lines the path. That was a shitty ass game. One of those ones where you get behind early and just can’t seem to catch up. I swear for every run we got, they got two. Just one of those days.
They intentionally walked Jed every at bat—which was annoying as fuck, but also smart. It highlighted how huge an asset he is. I managed three RBIs today and had two stolen bases that allowed me to score, but it wasn’t enough. It’s a weird feeling—to have a great game but still walk away in defeat.
A fan calls my name, and I walk over with a wave. We usually get a good turnout. Mainly because of Jed. He’s a huge draw, and he’s having the season of his life this year. I smile at the woman and quickly sign the ball she hands me, even though my stomach tightens.
I’m happy for Jed, but I can’t push away the dread lurking in the shadows. His call-up is coming. If it’s not this year, it’s definitely happening next year. I’m not sure what that means for us. Even just being a couple hours apart would make a relationship nearly impossible. There are 162 games in a season for the big leagues, just shy of that for us minor leagues, and we rarely get a day off. Maybe one day a week, if that. We’d never see each other.
I’ve seen how hard it is for Paulie and East, and that’s with Maddy living with us for some of the time, and with Shelby coming up every weekend and taking time off work whenever she can. Jed and I…we’d be boyfriends during the off-season essentially. And that’s it.
And there’s always the chance the T-word could rear its ugly head.Traded. We could end up on opposite sides of the country. I’m not on the 40-man, and if I don’t get put on before the Rule 5 draft, there’s a good chance I’m gone.
I easily keep my smile firmly in place as I greet the fans, even though inside everything is closing in, trying to drag me down. It’s something I’ve done my whole life; that smile is permanently painted on at this point.
