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“How do you feel about that?”
“I can’t say I blame her, Tatum.” His words apologized, but his body language clearly didn’t.
Tatum noticed the reporter in her getting the best of the situation. “So, what’s that little smile for then, Shane?”
“I just … good luck finding somebody like me, that’s all.”
Tatum chuckled. “Someone like you?”
It was clear she wanted a few more dirty details, and Shane was suddenly eager to provide them. There was something sexy about talking this way, two strangers sharing their most intimate secrets with each other, knowing nothing would ever come of it, even if Shane couldn’t help wondering what might happen if something ever did. “Let’s just say, I never left her unsatisfied.”
A soft, gentle blush crept to Tatum’s cheeks, brushing up sexily against the bottom of her rectangular glasses. Oh, how Shane ached to reach gently over and slide them off her face, just to see those pretty brown eyes with nothing between them. “Oh. Oh my…”
“Let’s just see some greasy fry cook try to get her off five times in a row under that gravy-stained apron of hers in the Bubba’s Burgers break room, huh?”
Tatum shifted in her seat, the skirt riding even further up her legs. Usually, she’d rush to tug it back down every time too much thigh showed, but for once, she let it ride. “Five times in a row, huh, stud?”
“At minimum,” Shane huffed, hoping it didn’t sound like he was bragging.
She shifted her weight, those poofy nipples slithering across the front of her sweater again, begging to be tweaked and teased by his big, trembling fingers.
“And you?” she murmured, wriggling atop her bleacher seat, and pinning his eyes with her own. “What was your, uh, minimum?”
“Hell,” he chuffed, clenching his jaw in reply. “I was lucky enough to get tugged off before she rolled over and went to sleep after what I’d done to her.”
Tatum wrinkled his nose as if he’d just let off a big old hot dog fart. “Well, that doesn’t sound fair.”
“It was more than the Bible allowed, apparently. She always said touching a man before marriage was sinful.”
“But gettingtouchedby a man wasn’t?”
Shane waved a big paw as if to scrub the sticky drawers and late nights from his memory. Fixing a smile, he shrugged. “I’m a new man now, anyhow.”
“That so?”
“Footloose and fancy free, right?” He gave a wry little chuckle he didn’t quite feel.
“Sounds like you’re ready to sow a few wild oats of your own now that you’re free, huh, Shane?”
He glanced over, noting how the crinkle skirt had shifted up over her knees again, the softly setting sun favoring her smooth thighs. At least, what little of them Shane could see. “I don’t know about all that,” he confessed. “Emily and I may not have been perfect together back in school, but I’m still a one-woman kind of fella, you know?”
“Even here?” Tatum sounded more than surprised, spreading wide her arms to take in the empty stadium, though he knew she meant the campus of Sycamore State itself. “You, the sexy new jock on campus and all these horny coeds pining away for you around here?”
Shane chuckled and admired the empty ball field, quiet and peaceful as if they were the only two people left on earth. “I don’t see no fan club around here, do you, girl?”
She paused only slightly before gushing, “You just wait until this story breaks, Shane. And the pictures I’ll take of you? Why, you’ll have to fight them off with a stick. Or, should I say a baseball bat?”
They chuckled at her goofiness, the reporter slipping away in her playful giggles and puffy nipples and smooth, glossy knees. Just then, as if on cue, a voice barked from below, startling them both.
“Dixon! Is that you, Kid?”
They both froze, sharing an “oh shit” moment. Shane stood abruptly, conditioned after years as a student athlete to do so when he heard the voice of a grown man. “Coach?”
“The hell are you doing up there?”
“N-n-nothing much,” Shane bluffed. Tatum tried to shrink into a human size ball of tinfoil like the ones that littered their long-forgotten hot dog tray. “Just getting interviewed is all.”
“Chicken!” Tatum spat playfully, rising to give Coach Chauncy a curt little wave.
