Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
I smiled and buttoned up the shirt I was wearing.
“Fair enough,” I said. “I am going to get my workout at the park this morning rather than the hotel gym. Too many cameras.”
“Are you in a hurry?” she asked, sitting up and letting the blanket drop down from her chest, exposing her perfect breasts. I stood mesmerized by them for a moment before flicking my eyes back up to hers.
“No,” I said, “I can watch… wait for you to get dressed first.”
She laughed and shook her head as she swung her feet out of the bed. I took in as much of her as my eyes would allow. She was incredible, every bit as sexy and amazing as I had envisioned her for the last ten years. I wanted to reach out and touch her. My cock twitched, ready for round two, but while I had a little bit of time, I didn’t have enough to do what I would want. Not the way she deserved.
She spent a few seconds prancing naked through the room, looking for and gathering her clothes. Just as she slipped her panties on, I pulled her in for a tight embrace, kissing her soft lips and clasping my fingers on to her backside.
I let her go long enough for her to run into the bathroom with her clothes, and when she came out, she looked more or less like she had the night before. It made me want to rip her clothes off and start all over again, but it was getting late, and I knew I needed to get a start on the day. She came right to me and pressed a kiss to my lips before reaching for her purse. As she picked it up, I grabbed the extra key card from my table and slipped it inside.
“For later,” I said. She grinned. “Do you want breakfast?”
“I would,” she said, “but I need to get home and get ready for work. I can’t roll in like this.”
“Sure you can,” I said. “It’s only a walk of shame if you let it be shameful.”
She laughed.
“What about you?” she asked. “Aren’t your teammates going to talk?”
“Let them,” I said. “I have no reason to be ashamed.”
I opened the door for her, and we walked out together. As we got in the elevator, we both sniggered at the memory of how we’d barely made it out of it the night before. When it reached the lobby floor, we got out and made it past the bar and toward the doors. I had already pulled up a rideshare program and ordered her a ride, so when we got to the door, we could see it waiting.
“Day game?” she asked, turning to me one last time.
I nodded.
“One o’clock,” I said. “I can leave as soon as we get to the locker room, though. I won’t be pitching today.”
“Good,” she said, leaning up on her toes to kiss me one last time.
I held the door open for her, she climbed inside, and I waved as she drove off. Then, turning and going back inside the lobby, I saw a couple of my teammates all standing by the bar drinking various protein shakes and orange juice concoctions. They were all staring at me.
“Graham Miller finally took a girl back to his room,” Cortez, one of our outfielders, said.
“I was starting to think you were a monk,” Javier said. “She was hot, man.”
“I know,” I replied. “She’s not some groupie, though.”
“Yeah, uh huh,” Cortez said, downing the rest of his shake.
“Was that the same girl with the sign?” Ricky asked, piping up from the chair he was sitting in. I didn’t even see him there. He was with the shortstop from the minors, Tobias. “Looked like her.”
“It was,” I said, getting a chorus of taunting sounds.
“The high school sweetheart?” Tobias inquired.
“We didn’t date in high school,” I corrected him. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
“He’s married in a week,” Ricky joked. “I’ve never seen Graham with a girl during the season. Not since we started together in Rochester AA.”
“All right, all right,” I said. “That’s enough. Do I need to start pointing out the girls you guys have dated?”
“Good luck,” Ricky said, rolling his eyes. “Chicks don’t dig catchers.”
“Come on,” Javier said, “let’s get to the stadium. I heard Coach was bringing in a magician this morning. I can’t miss that shit.”
“A magician?” Tobias asked. “Why?”
Javier shrugged and looked over at me. I had been with the current coach the longest of us.
“Coach is nuts,” I said, and the group laughed.
I arrived back at the hotel just after five. The game had been brisk, another low-scoring affair, and we were on the winning end of it. Taking two from New York was big, meaning we at least split the series before we headed to Boston, then back to Montreal.