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He laughs. “I’m not seeing anyone right now. Training has been too hectic for me to really meet anyone, but if you know of anyone interested in a twenty-eight-year-old baseball-playing goofball, send them my way.”
“I hear Harrison is always looking.”
His brows rise.
“Really?”
“He’s not exactly shy about it. If you’re at the bar when he’s there, there’s a good chance he’ll hit on you, too.”
“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” he says, and Dennis calls everyone back over to the pitcher’s mound.
As we walk over, I catch Brendan glaring our way.
“What’s his problem?” Ryan asks, nudging my side and nodding toward where Brendan stands with a few of the Animal Control players.
“He’s glaring at me, not you. Don’t worry.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. He said something yesterday about hitting you up for an interview, I guess he’s pissed I got there first.” It’s not a total lie. We all want to interview every player on tour at some point.
Dennis runs us through his plan for the next few days. With the storm on its way, the players will be utilizing the hotel gym rather than working out on the field. He has the conference room booked to rehearse opening numbers, but due to its size, he’s told us writers to steer clear of rehearsals, except Brendan. Dennis has a few ideas he wants to run by him and asks him to hang back.
The bus takes us back to the hotel, and I’m dying to talk to Brendan, but with him locked in rehearsals with the players, I distract myself with work, scheduling several new social media posts with the new duck pics I’ve taken and finishing off my next three focus articles on players. I’m just putting my laptop on to charge when he finally enters the room.
He’s red-faced and his mop of curls is coated in sweat and hanging loosely tucked behind his ears.
“You look like you’ve just run a marathon,” I tell him as he collapses face-first onto his bed, his legs hanging over the edge.
“Every muscle in my body hurts,” he groans into the mattress.
“Come on, up you get. A shower will help relax you,” I say, moving over to the end of his bed.
He rolls onto his back. “I don’t think I can move any more than that. Just throw a towel over me to hide the smell.”
Laughing, I kneel, grab his left foot, and remove his shoe.
“What are you doing?” he asks, lifting his head from the pillow.
“Taking off your shoes, if you aren’t going to shower, you at least need these off to sleep.”
“Urgh, fine, I’ll shower,” he groans, pulling himself up to sit. I’m still kneeling in front of him, and he bites the corner of his lower lip softly, then leans down and kisses me. It’s slow and soft, and his mouth is salty and warm. My hands slide up his outer thighs and up to hold his hips as I move my kisses down his jaw to the crease of his neck. He moans, and my dick responds.
“Do you still want—“ I start.
“Yes,” he blurts before I can even finish the question. “But I think we should take a shower first,” he says, and I sit back on my heels.
“We?”
His eyes move to the bulge in my pants, and he nods.
“We.”
I strip off my shirt and follow him into the bathroom.
Chapter seventeen
Duckie
