He lifts a hand and swipes some cum from his mouth—then pops the finger into his mouth and sucksit clean. I groan. He pinches my thigh, and I jump. I throw him a glare, but he just wings a smartass brow.
He stands and leans in. “Tsk, tsk, Storm Cloud. No noise, remember?”
Oh, the infuriating brat. My heart does a foolish leap at his sass, and I grunt to cover it up. My hand twitches with the need to rub my sternum. I’m afraid whatever I’m feeling inside is written all over my face. He can’t know he has any sort of effect on me.He doesn’t.It’s just the post-orgasm high.
To be safe, I distract him. I lean forward and claim his mouth, my hand gripping his hip hard. Despite my unyielding hold, our lips move soft and slow, the salt of sex on our tongues. He melts against me, and it feels like something we shouldn’t be sharing. But for once, I let myself have the moment, of closeness, of connection. A moment of weakness. Something that has been becoming all too common around this man.
He pulls away, blue eyes hazy. “Damn, roomie. That was something.”
I can’t deny the smugness that flows through me at his breathlessness and how off-balance he looks after that kiss.
Wait. “What did you say?”
A mischievous glint enters those ocean-blue eyes, and I’m immediately on high alert.
“Since obviously we have to keep doing this.” He leans in and lowers his voice. “For the team.” He gives me an exaggerated wink. “I had this great idea that would make it so much easier for us.”
“What did you do?”
“I went to the skipper and asked him if we could be roomies for the next stint of away games. You know. So we can keep boning.” He coughs. “I mean…bonding.”
I cross my arms and lift an eyebrow. I go for as exasperated as I can, but inside a full-on marching band with drums and cymbals just took up residence. Roommates. For the next two weeks.
He leans in and plants a hand on my chest. “Nakedbonding.”
For the next two weeks.
He pushes off and grabsmytowel, then cracks open the shower door. He turns back. “Oh, and that was a fun game. But everyone had already left before I snuck in here.” He blows me a kiss and struts out, cocky as you please.
I scrub a hand down my face, a half-laugh, half-groan leaving me. What have I gotten myself into?
TWENTY-THREE
SHANE
I thinkI’m living the dream.
I tear off a chunk of breadstick with my teeth and chew on it happily. We’re finally winning games—locked up the series with this afternoon’s win—I’m getting regular orgasms, all my favorite people minus Mom are gathered around this table, and now I’m about to eat so much I risk throwing up because theNever Ending Pasta Platterat The Tuscan Table is back. So, yeah. Life is fucking great.
Tonight’s our last night here before we move on to our next series in Virginia. No game tomorrow, just travel. Which means no need to hook up tonight. My spent dick is kind of grateful for the break. I went from no sex for like four months to sex every day for four days. Gotta build that stamina up again. Especially considering the next series is six games. But I will rally. It’s for the sake of the team after all.
I’m nothing if not a team player.
I snicker.
The waiter puts down a plate of Fettucini Alfredo infront of me, and I shoot him a smile in thanks. My second dish—the night is young, baby. Laughter and chatter and the occasional snort by Shelby filters in and out as I twirl my pasta. Paulie’s brother is in town for a work conference, and Maddy and Shelby are only an hour from Hartford, so they drove up for dinner too. The pure joy is contagious—winning, getting to see loved ones.
“Shane.”
My vision focuses on Shelby, whose small frame is dwarfed in one of Paulie’s sweatshirts. Every time they see each other, Paulie gives her a new one and she gives him a t-shirt. That way they have something that smells like each other to sleep with while they’re apart. Be still my fucking heart, right?
I hook up my smile. “Yeah, Shelbs?”
“Goodness, where did you disappear to? I said your name three times.” Her eyes are narrowed, and I don’t like that calculating look.
Paulie, who’s sitting on Shelby’s left, frowns. “And you usually dominate the conversation. Your mouth never stops. Yet tonight I don’t remember the last thing you’ve said…”
Too much attention on me. “Just basking in the happy vibes, that’s all. Gotta absorb all that positivity and take it with us to Virginia, you know?”
