My head fell back with a loud laugh. Last weekend Jupiter and I had gone straight home after The Lions had beaten the Red Sox and gotten into the bath where he’d spent thirty minutes grumbling about how much Ace didn’t stop talking in the dugout. In the end, I’d soaped up his cock until he was forced to concentrate on something other than Ace, then had to hold onto the sides of the bath so he could fuck three orgasms out of me.
There was something to be said for post-game sex.
“What’s so funny?” Stace frowned.
“Nothing.” I shook my head, still picturing Jupiter’s face for when I told him Ace was using his name to pick up girls. “Stall’s free.”
She scowled, and then marched into it. I peed as quickly as I could, then ran out to find the girls.
“Quick, let’s get out of here. Jupiter’s number one fan is in the bathroom.” I was still laughing as I filled them in on the story of Ace, and the three of us snickered the rest of the way to our seats where the smile was wiped off my face.
Emerson was in the row behind us, and true to her word, had brought everyone she knew. Half the people from the twins’ birthday party were here. My mouth dropped open as my eyes ran down the row, taking everyone in.
“Hi, Marnie!” Drew’s hand shot up in the air and waved, both enthusiastically and unnecessarily, considering he was barely a yard away which meant everyone turned to look at me.
“What did you do?” I hissed at Emerson. “I thought you were kidding!”
“I would never kid about watching Jupiter on the Jumbotron,” she winked. “Turn around, you’re going to miss them coming out.”
My stomach gurgled and dropped as hard as I did into my seat. Harder, even.
I shrunk down, pulling my cap on as the boys took the field. My heart didn’t even give a little flutter as Jupiter ran out, not one flap at the sight of his ass running to third base.
I was too nervous. My entire body was no longer made of atoms; it was built solely on nerves. I’d become human Jell-O; shaky and trembling.
I wished these seats came with puke bags, especially as I’d left my purse in my office.
I was trying hard to stare into the distance when Beulah nudged me, then nodded to the Jumbotron – or one of them. My face was going to be on all three around the stadium.
Oh, God.
I took the card from Lowe, stood up, and waited.
The first Brewers’ batter walked out of the dugout, and got into the batters’ box.
Then I remembered Ace had been told to delay the first throw, but I hadn’t given any thought to how he’d do it.
Jumping Jacks.
Jumping Jacks was how Ace was delaying the first throw. He wasn’t hard to miss because the mound was right in front of me, but I barely glanced at him before my gaze finally landed back on Jupiter, who still hadn’t noticed me on the screen.
He hadn’t noticed me period.
His head was down, his foot marking the dirt near third base. He hadn’t even noticed the game had yet to start because Ace was fucking around.
Everyone else except Jupiter had noticed, especially as the crowds were very obviously laughing.
Ten seconds of Jumping Jacks, and Ace was done.
“Reeves, you fuckhead! Look!”
Jupiter’s head snapped up to Ace, and then turned slowly to the left, to where Ace was pointing – to me on the Jumbotron, holding my sign. In a flash he whirled back around to the crowd, then back to the Jumbotron, and once again to me.
He’d found me. From the way his body turned and his massive biceps crossed over his chest, I knew he’d found me. I couldn’t see his face, but I was willing to bet all the stars in the sky he was glaring at me, eyes narrowed and piercing, his jaw clenched tight.
Just like his poster.
He didn’t look away, didn’t look over to the Jumbotron, just stayed trained on me, my sign, and the huge black letters which read:
