Page 64 of Saving The Shortstop

“Easy girl, this is all new,” I insist, still not wanting to get that excited about it because I’m terrified the rug is going to get pulled from under me. I wish I could be an optimist right now, but it’s easier said than done. “Wouldn’t want to scare him away with how disgustingly happy you and your baseball boy are.”

Harley’s mouth hangs open, but before she can say anything, Gigi elbows her. “Speak of the devil,” she mumbles, and from the slight pink in Harley’s cheeks growing deeper and the smile stretching across her face, I know her boyfriend Cane just walked in.

“Speaking of a few devils,” Harley whispers back, and before I can even turn to look, Cane, Hendrix, a hockey player named Jameson, and none other than Dallas stand at the end of our booth.

For a girl who usually tries to appear confident, right now, it feels like someone took a match and set my cheeks on fire as I look at the man who became my boyfriend a few days ago.

“Wow, an athlete from each sport,” Lilly says, looking up at them. “Hey, big bro. You came to see me, right?”

“Yeah, totally.” Hendrix smirks, knowing damn well that he came to see his girlfriend, Isla, and probably not Lilly.

Lilly knows it too. Looking at Isla, she laughs. “That was the most bullshit answer I ever did hear.”

While everyone else continues to talk or goof off with each other, I look at Dallas to find him staring at me with a big grin on his face. “Where’s Noah?” I ask, surprised he’s not here too. “You leavin’ my little brother out, QB?”

“No, don’t fight me, Short,” he drawls. “He had to go talk to the professor or something after practice about a missing assignment he had.”

“I see,” I utter, nodding toward the counter. “Go get your caffeine fix because we have a session in like …” I stop, looking at my Apple Watch. “Twenty-five minutes, big guy.”

“Damn, I was hoping you’d forget about that.” He winks. “Doesn’t a movie or dinner sound better?”

I pretend to think about it before dipping my chin down. “No,” I say sharply.

“Damn you’re a hard ass.” He sighs, throwing his head back before he heads toward the counter.

Gigi wastes no time, lifting her brows up and down.

“Big guy, huh? Why I am I not surprised.”

“Gigi! Go find your own wiener to fantasize over!” I whisper, fighting a laugh and making sure no one else hears me. Jameson is single, but he’s a player. The other three are luckily taken but would have a field day if they heard our conversation.

I turn to watch my man at the counter as he likely orders some sort of energy drink. My mouth waters when he leans against the counter, so damn hot that it’s not even fair.

We need to study tonight. He has to keep his grades up. But damnit, now that we spent the weekend in every sexual position imaginable, with him making me come more times than I can remember, studying is going to be hard.

But just because we’re a thing now doesn’t mean I can let that distract either of us from what brought us together in the first place. I can’t let my needs affect making sure he stays on track in school.

Even if all I want to do is climb him like a motherfucking tree.

DALLAS

I walk into my bedroom, Haven close behind me. After leaving the coffee shop, my bossy girlfriend demanded we come back to my room to study. I’ll be honest though, I’m not entirely sure how to do that when all I want is to slide my dick between her lips.

Setting her bag onto the floor, she stretches her arm around a few times before she moves her neck from side to side gently.

“All right, I have a bath calling my name, QB,” she says, sitting down on the bed. “Let’s get to it.”

Walking to my desk, I grab my computer but frown. “The bathtub at The Nest is small, isn’t it?”

She scrunches her nose up. “And the one here is probably disgusting,” she blurts out. “So I hope you’re not about to suggest I go in there. I’d prefer not to bathe in whatever is growing in your tub.”

I cock my head to the side. “Short, you know me.” I wave my hand around the room. “Look around my room. Do you really think I’d let my shower be dirty?” I take a seat on the other side of my bed. “But our tub isn’t bigger than the one at your place. So no, I wasn’t suggesting that.”

She relaxes slightly. “Oh, okay.”

A grin tugs at my lips, knowing that I loved being at my parents’ house alone with her this weekend. It left endless possibilities for us to fuck wherever we wanted.

“My parents aren’t back until next week. And you know the bathtub there is the size of a jacuzzi.”