Chapter 4
Landon
“Safe!” the umpire behind me yells as the third baseman slides into home plate a second faster than I can tag him with the mitted ball. I grit my teeth and shake it off, lobbing the ball back out to Mason on the mound. He’s shaking his head because he can see I’m not on top of my game tonight. I am all in my head. We just need one more out then it’s game over. We’ll win. I cannot allow another one of those moves.
“Focus, Brooks!” Trevor yells from third. He’s right, but Mason and I both shoot him daggers anyway. We both know he’s still pissed at me for screwing with his pass at Kate the other night at Swig’s Bar. It’s been nothing but little digs and shoulder checks the past few days. I don’t regret it though.
I get my head back in the game, and even though the other team manages a few more hits, we don’t let them get near home. Jace out in right field catches the ball, and even though the game is done, he lobs it to second for good measure. After coach gives us his post-game spiel, we hit the showers, and I drag my butt home.
I drop my gear in my designated spot in the closet by the door and trudge to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge.
I’m wiped.
Thankfully, I’m all caught up on my studies, so I can just chill. I’m moseying my way down our hallway when the bathroom door opens and Kate runs smack dab into my chest, hair just combed but all wet, in nothing but a tiny ass towel.
I can’t breathe when I reach my hand up instinctually to steady her shoulders and my fingertips skim nothing but smooth, velvety skin. She has this sweet little freckle on her right shoulder that I can’t help but trace a circle around. I have stared at that freckle for years, yearning to reach out and smooth a finger across it, and holy crap, I’m doing it.
Yeah, dumbass, you look weird doing it too.I shake my head at my inner thoughts as Kate clears her throat timidly, and my eyes fly to hers, embarrassment clearly evident by how red her face is right now.
“I am so sorry.” She looks down at my fingers still on her shoulder. “I thought I’d be done before you got back.” She looks back up at me expectantly like she’s waiting for something.
Oh...you know, probably like waiting for your lingering hands to move. Yeah…that.I pull back and stutter out an embarrassed laugh, apologizing.
She smirks, calls me a weirdo in a teasing tone, steals my beer, and sashays off toward her room, sparing me a sideways glance and a slow sip.
In a towel.
Naked under that towel.
I have no words, but the strong urge to chase her down and get my beer back takes root, along with many, many naughty thoughts that include ripping off that towel.
Shit. I can’t move. Still no words. I must look like a damn fool.Pretty much...Smooth, Brooks. Real fucking smooth.
Alrighty then, cold shower it is. I step into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. The mirror is still all fogged up from the steam of her shower. Hibiscus scented shampoosurrounds me, and I can almost picture her in here. After stripping, I turn on the shower and step in, feeling the immediate prickles of icy water.
Screw it. I turn the handle so the heat kicks up. I don’t want another cold shower.
I wanther.
I lean one hand on the wall as I let the water cascade over my hair and down my back until it’s starting to steam up the room a bit. Kate is messing with my head so bad, it’s starting to affect my game. I have almost opened my mouth three times alone this week, and it’s only Thursday, to tell her that she means more to me than a best friend. Every time, I choke. She knows something’s up. Hell, with the glance she gave me before slinking into her room with my ice cold beer made me wonder if she already has an idea of how I’m feeling.
Those blue eyes... I fist the base of my hard cock and stroke nice and slow, root to tip, and imagine her wet, slick body kneeling in front of me. I brace my hands against the shower wall, looking down while I fuck that pretty little mouth, whispering what a good girl she is as she looks up at me from under her lashes.Damn.I then picture pulling her from her knees, telling her to lean against the shower wall and spread those legs as far as the shower will allow. Rivulets of hot water stream down her spine and I happily trace the droplets with my tongue. I can just visualize her round, firm ass cheeks reverberating off of me as I surge into her from behind, strong and deep, eliciting the sweetest moans from her plump, swollen lips that I just fucked with my cock mere minutes earlier.
I fantasize about Kate gasping for air and screaming my name as I make her shatter around every inch of me. Before that thought goes any further, lightning streaks up my spine, spreading through my thighs and lower belly, and I groan, spilling myself all over the shower wall.
Damn.She will be the end of me. I clean up and turn off the faucet. I hear her door down the hall shut quietly. She probably went to grab a snack. I really hope she couldn’t hear me.
Kate
Oh. Fuck.
I cannot believe I just heard Landon fucking himself in the shower. I don’t know what I was thinking. It’s not like I intended to stand there and listen. I ran to grab a handful of pretzels to go with the nice cold beer I lifted from his hands just minutes ago. I heard an interesting sound when I walked by. I stopped to make sure he was okay and almost knocked to ask through the door, but I froze when I heard a soft moan and just knew.
I should’ve left then, and it’s not like I was out there long or anything, but that sound was hot. I sneakily leaned my ear to the door like a child eavesdropping on their mom and dad chatting about Christmas gifts behind the bedroom door. I could literally hear the water tinkling faster and faster as he must’ve been fisting himself more rapidly, and then a quiet but deep, satisfied groan. I’ve never heard a guy jacking off before besides the time my girlfriends and I were giggling over a hilarious porno scene that one decided to group message in the middle of the Mexican restaurant.
He went in there because of me. He didn’t need to shower. I could smell his freshly showered skin from after his ball game. I touch my fingers to my lips as I giggle by my door. I totally knew he would be home from his game soon, and my plan to test the theory worked all too well. I just wanted to know what kind of reaction he’d have if I flaunted a little extra skin.
His face was priceless. It was the deer in headlights look that had me blushing, but then when he noticed the feel of my skin under his fingers, his eyes looked soooo hungry. My insides practically liquefied right then and there. The beer that I made a getaway with was an impromptu touch. Part of me felt playful and almost hoped he would chase after me to get it back. He looked like he thought about it, but he was just frozen there. So how do I play this next?
