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God, I am so sick of this guy and his demented scenario of taking over my job. Yet before I can respond, Harper puffs out her chest and steps into TJ’s space and tilts her chin up so they’re eye to eye, or as close as she can come being at least a foot shorter than him.
“You know you spew a big game, but from what I’ve seen, you’ve played two games, struck out six out of eight times and made four errors. So I doubt my man has anything to worry about when it comes to you…”
Fuck. I could kiss her right now, and I’m about to do just that when the fucker decides to crowd her against the car and that’s the last I can take. My fingers grip the back of his shirt and I pull him away from her and when he lunges back, I step in his path.
“Not one step closer, asshole. I give you allowances because you’re a rookie and you’re new to this shit. But if you ever come at my girl like that again, there will be bigger problems for you than a black eye and fat lip. Now make the smart choice and walk away right now before I do something we will both regret.”
Harper’s fingers grip the back of my shirt, pulling me closer to her front and when her lips kiss my back, I begin to deflate, knowing I would never fight in front of her. That’s not the man I want to be.
“You think your threats scare me? Just wait until you’re sitting on that bench and I’m on that field proving just how shitty of a player you’ve become.” And with that, he leaves, storming back into the stadium and leaving us in stunned silence.
“Well, that was eventful. Never knew a baseball game could be more entertaining than a Real Housewives episode.”
A laugh bursts out of Harper at Mel’s statement and I join in because she’s not wrong.
“Well lovebirds, I’m off. Make sure she gets home safe, Anderson…” She winks, knowing that Harper is not going home.
Harper leaves my arms long enough to grab Mel and pull her into a hug. “Thank you for today…” she mutters just loud enough for me to hear and when they separate, I witness a silent conversation happen right in front of my eyes. They say nothing but after a few silent seconds, Harper leans her forehead against Mel’s and then Mel is slipping into her car and waving as she drives away.
“Ready?” Harper asks, looking up at me as her arms encircle my waist. I smile, leaning down and kissing her temple before she closes her eyes and sighs.
“Lead the way, Sunshine. I believe you said something about you in nothing but my jersey…”
She winks, taking my hand and leading me toward my truck, and I forget all about TJ and his threat because right now everything is perfect.
7
Harper
I walk into the gym a little after eight after my meeting downtown with Henry and our lawyer. I can hear the cracking of a bat as it hits ball after ball inside the cage and I smile, knowing Josh is here. I called him after he finished practice and he told me he wanted some cage time, so when I walk through the door I smirk, just staring at him.
My eyes travel up his gorgeous body, loving the warm sensation that runs through me at the mere sight of him. He’s wearing baggy workout shorts that fall low on his hips, showing off the dimples on his lower back. His blue Under Armour shirt sticks to him like a second skin, showing the glory that is his chest and arms. His blond hair is tied in a knot at the top of his head and for the life of me, I can’t look away. I stare as he lifts the bat over his right shoulder, waiting for the pitching machine to toss another ball in his direction. As the ball is launched, his muscles contract as his arms swing forward, the bat connecting with a loud crack. His arms freeze as he follows through with his swing and it becomes distinctly apparent in that moment that he was always meant to do this. He was born to play baseball.
I step farther into the room, letting the door shut with an audible click. Josh’s head turns and the moment our eyes meet his face breaks out into that smile that makes me weak in the knees.
“Hey there, handsome,” I say, stepping closer. “Nice form.”
His eyes track down my body, taking in the tight skirt and tight white tank top, all the way down to the high heels on my feet. My cheeks redden as I look away, thanking the stars I wore this outfit for our meeting, instead of my regular getup.
“I was hoping you would show up,” he admits, opening up the cage and letting me pass.
He pushes the stop button on the pitching machine as I enter, making sure we won’t get hit by a stray ball. I study the space for a minute and walk past him, picking up a bag that’s leaning against the side of the cage. It’s been a while since I’ve played, but the familiarity still lingers as I hold the bat in my hands. I peer over my shoulder, noticing the slight smirk on Josh’s face as I wink, leaning back against the cage. I slowly take off my heels, placing them one at a time onto the ground before I look back as his eyes darken with arousal.
In my bare feet, I walk past him, trailing my fingers over his chest until I hear his soft groan. “Watch and learn…” I tease, pressing the start button and taking my stance. I hike up my skirt, spreading my legs so I can maintain my balance as I stretch my hands out in front of me. I point the bat in Josh’s direction as he watches me as if I’m his next meal.
One pitch speeds past me, and I glance at Josh and see that confident smirk that’s now back on his lips. I roll my eyes, making him chuckle as I try my hardest to focus all of my attention ahead and not on the man that is now walking around and is blatantly staring at my ass. When the next ball barrels toward me, I time it perfectly, my arms swinging around, the bat following as I hear the contact before I feel it in the palms of my hands. I stand there, watching as the ball flies out into the open field and before I have a chance to gloat, Josh is behind me, his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. His arousal pushes against me, a moan escaping as his hands grip me tighter.
“That has to be the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.” His hands travel from my hips, up toward my breasts, my breath hitching as his thumbs gently caress my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt.
“Is this a good idea?” I question, knowing what’s been happening but also wanting to push it all aside because the feel of him against me is euphoric.
“Fuck… I didn’t even think of that.” He starts to pull away, but my hands fly backward and grip onto his wrists, pulling him back to me. “Harper?” His voice is soft as I lean back, wondering if what I’m about to do is going to come back to haunt us.
“Josh, I—” I don’t know what I was going to say, but Josh’s hands grip my waist and pull be flush against him.
“Just nod if you want me to fuck you like you need, sweetheart.”
And I nod, groaning at the way his fingers dig into my skin and loving the fact that I’ll probably have bruises come morning.
