Page 53 of I Saved Him Too

Jag points toward the bleachers and… fuck me. It feels like the air is sucked out of my lungs.

Shorty stands behind the fence looking all cute wearing a red baseball cap, a light hoodie, and tight-ass jeans with her Nikes.

My smile widens.

“Oh, shit. She came to watch you practice,” Ash says, suddenly behind me.

Fuck yeah, she did.

“Don’t fuck this up, brother. Shorty may be your girl, but she means a lot to me too.” He pats me on the back and waves at Shorty like a freaking lunatic.

“What’s up, girl?” he calls out to her.

Shorty shakes her head and laughs. When her eyes meet mine, I can’t hold back any longer.

I run toward her, not caring if Coach will have my ass. She’s been on my goddamn mind all day. I’ve been walking around with a hard-on whenever I think about her, and that’s every fucking minuteof the day.

“What are you doing?” Shorty’s eyes go wide. “Your coach is going to kill you.

“Don’t care,” I say, dropping my mitt to the ground and jumping onto the fence, leaning over the edge.

“I want to kiss my girl.” I give her a smirk.

Not waiting for her answer, I lean in, and she meets me halfway by throwing her arms around my neck.

Our lips connect and all the blood travels to my dick.

I pull her in gently but firmly, burning my lips with her mouth. Her lips are warm and soft and taste like strawberries. She tries to pull away, but I catch her tongue between my teeth and suck on it.

She laughs, that sweet and innocent sound I love so much.

“Du Pont! Stop sucking face and get your ass on the field, NOW!” Coach roars, but I don’t stop kissing Shorty until she pulls away.

I look down at her, noticing her eyes seem to sparkle with lust.

“Go back, or they’ll bench you.” She giggles.

“I’m so fucking glad you’re here.” I can’t stop smiling like an idiot.

“Just like old times.” She winks and gives me one soft, lingering kiss.

Hell yeah.

I stay rooted in place, staring at the girl I’ve loved since I was six years old.

She’s the calm to my storm.

“Go, Donnie.” Shorty pushes against my chest, laughing.

I jump off the fence and pick up my mitt. I walk backward, ignoring the hooting and hollering and Coach threatening to bench my ass.

I pay them no mind because my eyes are glued on Shorty.

“Wait for me,” I cry out to her.

She nods, throwing me a beaming smile.

Fuck. I’m so gone for this girl.

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