Page 56 of Out of His League

Kissing the tip of her nose to ease the sudden tension, my voice is neutral. “Good to know.”

Standing in place, trying to catch my breath, Kassidy’s body shivering brings me back to the moment. Setting her on her feet, we change places. Kassidy tips her head back, soaking her hair. Glancing around the shower stall, I grab one of the four bottles sitting along the edge. Checking to make sure it is shampoo, I pop the cap and squirt a large dollop into my hand. Rubbing my hands together to distribute the liquid, I start to wash Kassidy’s hair for her. The moment is an intimate one, and something in my chest settles as peace washes over me.

Taking turns scrubbing each other’s bodies, we take longer than necessary before finally shutting off the water. After drying off and getting dressed in just my jeans, Kassidy and I make our way to the kitchen. The yoga pants and oversized T-shirt she is wearing does more for me than seeing her dressed up. Something about the way the material clings to her perfect ass has me getting hard again. Reaching down to adjust myhardening cock, Kassidy shoots me a look, raising an eyebrow in question.

Pinning her to the counter, as she starts making a pot of coffee, I nibble on her neck.

“What did you think was going to happen? Although, I am not sure how I can be hard again already. Especially after everything we did last night.”

Kassidy giggles, tucking her lips between her teeth. A throat clearing behind us has her letting out a squeal of surprise as she jumps. The coffee can that she has in her hand spills, coating both of us and the floor in coffee grinds. I cringe, knowing this is going to be a bitch to clean up, before turning around to find Gareth standing in the doorway. His arms crossed over his chest, in what I have decided is their group’s default stance; he glares at me.

“Just the man I need to talk to,” I say, diverting his attention from the position Kassidy and I are in. Stepping back so Kassidy can clean up, she shoos me away.

“Go talk to him. That was why you came over here last night. I will take care of this and start breakfast,” she says.

Gareth’s eyes are wide, his brows disappearing into his hairline.

“You need to talk to me?” he questions, shock and surprise evident.

“Uh, yeah…” Stepping toward him, he backs up into the hallway.

Turning the corner toward the living room, I shoot a glance over my shoulder to see if he is following me. Grabbing the stack of papers off the couch where I left them, I grab one copy of the contract and hold it out for him to take.

“I need a lawyer. I was hoping you might be able to help me.”

Gareth takes the paperwork from me, sitting in the nearest chair as he reads it over. He pauses and I explain everything thathas happened, starting with the impromptu meeting with Coach Pollard to my phone call with Ripley Pomeroy.

“So, you need this checked quickly?” he asks.

“Yes, the sooner he gets this, the better off I am going to be. It seems as if my father is trying to sabotage my baseball career before it even gets started.”

“Give me a few minutes,” Gareth says before rising from his seat, pulling his phone out of his back pocket as he walks away.

Kassidy enters the room, a steaming mug of coffee in her hand. Taking a sip, my eyes drift closed as I moan. She has made it perfectly.

“Thank you, that’s good coffee,” I tell her, almost burning my throat as I chug down the hot liquid.

Kassidy heads back to the kitchen as I remain seated. It isn’t long before Gareth comes back into the room, tucking his phone away.

“My father can meet with us tomorrow around lunchtime,” he states flatly. “I haven’t started law classes yet and am not comfortable giving advice. Father already has pictures of the contract and is going to review it today.”

“Ah, wow…okay, uhm, thank you,” I stutter out a string of babble, unable to form full statements in shock. Was I expecting Gareth to help me? No. Was I hoping he would help me? Yes. Him reaching out to his father is something that I never expected to happen.

Gareth produces a legal tablet from somewhere and indicates that we should move to the dining room table. While Kassidy makes more coffee and food, Gareth and I go through each paragraph of the contract. He makes notes for his father as we go.

By the time we are done, my head hurts.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

This week has been a whirlwind. Sunday, Brock and Gareth went to see Gareth’s dad to review the agent contract. A few changes were made before both Brock and Ripley came to an agreement, signing on the dotted line.

Part of the deal Mr. Worthington made with Brock is that going forward, his firm will represent Brock in all legal matters. Once he signs his baseball contract, they will be put on retainer. From what I overheard, they are also drawing up some type of legal papers and serving them to Brock’s father. They want to make sure that Devlin Adams is on record that he cannot negotiate, sign contracts for, or make any deals on Brock’s behalf.

Last night, I was unable to sleep because tonight is finally the Perpetual Fantasy concert. I have been counting down the days to this event for months now. Luckily, the baseball team didn’t have to travel or have a game today. Brock, Kennedy, Gareth, Ashton, Rodney, and Callum have been humoring me all day. Perpetual Fantasy music has been playing on repeat since I got out of bed.

Kennedy, while not a superfan, has come to like their music. When she first told me that she had no idea who they were, Iwas shocked. Since the guys got us tickets, I have been making Kennedy a fan.

Brock, who has been spending a lot of time at our apartment, shows up and groans at the blaring music.

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