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“How’d I get lucky enough to snag a spot with you?”
“Owen and Danny made a chart of players. The ones they plan to have on the starting line-up were assigned to me. So you, Leo, Cord, Smithy, Stubbs, Wheeler, Schmidt, Covey, and a few others I haven’t met yet.”
“Be careful with Stubbs,” I grind out through a clenched jaw. Every time I see him or hear his name, I get pissed all over again.
“Why?” Charlie’s hands pause before she starts massaging me again.
“I told you how he was talking about you when I came into the clubhouse the other day. I don’t like the things he was saying and I made that clear, but I don’t trust him. Not with you.”
“Yeah, I'm sure you used your words to make it clear.” I don’t need to see her to know she’s rolling her eyes. “You don’t need to protect me, Wyatt. I'm a big girl and I'm not yours to protect.”
“Let me make something clear…” I push off of the table and sit up so I can pull her closer to me. When she’s standing between my legs with her hands in mine, I continue, “I don’t give a shit what our relationship status is, I willalwaysprotect you and there isn't a damn thing you can do to stop me.”
“Wyatt,” she whispers.
“No. Charlie, you don’t get it. I love you just as much now as I did when I left for college. Nothing has changed for me. If I thought there was the smallest chance of you saying yes and not kicking me in the balls, I’d drop down on one knee right now andbeg you to marry me. I still want you and only you. You were my first girlfriend and I plan to keep you as the only one.”
“Oh please. I'm sure you’ve dated. You’re a professional baseball player. Women throw themselves at you!”
“And I politely hand them off to Smithy. He loves our little arrangement and the women still get a baseball player so they’re happy.”
“Unless she’s massaging your hands, you better release the pretty girl and let her finish your massage because Leo needs a massage before he leaves today,” Gary’s gruff voice comes from the open door of his office.
“You better lay back down before you get us both into trouble.” She places her hand on my chest and pushes me until I'm lying on my back and she begins massaging my chest. “Where are you sore the most? I know in the past catchers are normally more sore in their legs.”
“My calves and thighs.”
“Ok. I'll focus on that for today.”
Her hands move over my chest for the next few minutes and I watch her intently. She’s so beautiful. I’ve always thought she was the most beautiful girl I knew, but now she’s breathtaking. By far the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Stop staring at me,” she whispers. “It’s really weird.”
“Dad always told me to keep my eyes on the prize.” Igrin.
“Oh my gosh! You’re impossible!” She swats at my chest, then begins moving down my stomach and over my hips. “Can I push your shorts up a little higher?” She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and bites down. She’s uncomfortable and I love it.
“Is that good?” I ask as I tug them up as far as I can. My compression underwear is definitely hanging out, but I don’t care. I slip that fabric a little higher on my thigh too.
“Yeah, it’s perfect. It’s hard to massage people with clothes on. I can't get my hands to glide as well over their body.”
“Maybe I should be naked then.”
“Don’t even start with me.” She giggles. “That’s the last thing I need is the entire starting lineup to think they should be naked for their massages.”
“I didn’t say the entire starting lineup should be naked, just me. The rest should find their own massage therapist.”
“I work for the team, Wyatt. Not you.”
“I could pay you more than Owen is. Make you my personal therapist. Massage and physical.”
“I'm sure.” She rolls her eyes again.
She digs her fingers into my thighs and really works on the tight muscles. She keeps going over the same spot, making me sore. I hate it, but I know it’s going to feel so much better when she’s done. The issue is, having Charlie touch me is making things a little… difficult.
She glides her hands down my right thigh again and this time she grazes my cock. There’s no way I'm going to be able to hide a boner in athletic shorts, even if I am wearing compression shorts.
“Fuck,” I hiss as she does it again.
