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If her pajama shorts had any less material they would be a thong. Damn.
Struggling to find my voice, I finally choke out, “Me?”
“Yes, you. You’re the man.”
It’s a beetle, about two inches long. The bug is in the corner, so I swat at it with what might as well be a sandpaper towel then step on it. We hear it crunch against the tile. I press my foot harder and give it a little pivot action just to make sure it’s dead. Talynn wants confirmation, so she looks around me, careful to keep a safe distance. When she’s satisfied the bugger is dead, she releases a deep breath.
My eyes naturally drink her long legs in. How could I not? She has the best legs I’ve ever seen. I grab my shorts and put them on to get ready for bed because I have to get under the covers on my side.
Talynn turns on the television, and ESPN is showing some candids from Megan and Archer’s ceremony at home plate. They announce that Archer and Megan’s wedding raised one million dollars for the 23 Trauma Center by opening the ceremony to five thousand fans.
Of course, they had to show a few bloopers too and guess who stars in the blooper highlight reel? Yep, me. They show the clip of me being interviewed. Then the anchor says, “Tackett Towles may have shattered his opportunity in the majors, but we’ve received hundreds of texts and tweets of ladies wanting a chance with the humble and playful young centerfielder. So Towles, if you’re watching, you have plenty of game.”
“See…you can’t give up. Have you even checked your social?” she asks in her shorty shorts with half a globe hanging out.
“No.”
She hops onto the bed with more force than I was expecting, and the water bottle spills on the ninety’s floral bedspread. This place is awful. She leans over and her chest brushes against my chest. Talynn isn’t trying to be sexy—she just is.
She jerks the phone over her head. “Oooh.. Let’s see what everyone is saying.”
“Why didn’t I put my lock screen to six seconds?”
“Because I’m trustworthy.” She pauses and I watch her eyes shift from left to right, reading something. “Who’s Jayson?”
“My older brother. Why?”
Talynn brings her fingers up to her light pink lips, touching them lightly. A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth before she answers. “He sent a picture.”
“Give me the phone,” I laugh and reach across her lap. She twists her body so that her butt is in full view, and I can’t help but let my eyes blaze a path down her outstretched legs. They’re smooth and golden with a red mole or birthmark on her inner thigh.
She wiggles as she reads. “You didn’t have to screw up—just get laid.”
“Give it to me.” There’s no telling what else the text message says.
“Aww. The text says,Love ya little brother. Hang in there. But getting laid will make you feel better.Geez, how many celebrities do you know? Here’s another text. Is this Nic Mancini? It looks like his picture.”
I need to get my phone out of her hands, so I stretch across her as she curls up. “Okay, you asked for it.”
My fingers dig into her sides, tickling her, but somehow she shimmies until she’s on her back. My body is balanced above her. Our chests aren’t touching but our lower halves are in direct contact. Talynn stills. She’s looking at me withI dare youin her eyes, sparkling with mischief. A playful grin is perfectly placed on her face, but I can’t distinguish whether this is all a game or if she wants to kiss me.
I no longer care about my phone. All I can see is Talynn’s impeccable skin and her hazel eyes staring deep into mine. She takes a deep breath as our chests make contact, and I feel a burning desire traveling up my legs into my groin. Maybe Jayson’s right—sex could make me forget my on-field performance.
My head drops a fraction of an inch while searching her eyes for permission. The air is dense and bristling with attraction. Making my move, I concentrate on her mouth as I inch my way to her luscious lips. Just as I close my eyes, both of our phones start ringing. The moment is broken as she reaches for her phone and my hand glides under her side for mine. At the same time, we both say, “Hello.”
It's Archer, so I assume Megan is calling Talynn. Archer is talking fast. “Are you guys okay? Where are you?”
I swing my legs over to the other side of the bed. “We’re fine. Why?”
“The pilot called and said he re-routed and landed in Atlanta.”
“Don’t worry, we’re going to head out early tomorrow so I can make game time.”
Archer sighs heavily, “Tackett, I wanted to make sure you were safe. There’s a hurricane off the coast and the winds in South Georgia are going to be sixty miles per hour tonight and tomorrow.”
“Hmm. Thought you might be calling to give me a heads up that Megan is cutting me from the team.” I laugh, but it’s rocky.
“Megan cancelled the game with the Riptide. Stay with Talynn tomorrow in Megan’s apartment. Well, I guess, it’s Talynn’s apartment now.” He chuckles and I hear the happiness in his voice. “Or stay where you are, but Wilson’s house isn’t safe. Hopefully the storm stays in the panhandle or turns back out to sea.”
