Home Plate (Easton U Pirates 2)

“Just you and me figuring it out?” he asked, so earnestly, it made my chest ache.

“Sounds perfect.”

And then the world came rushing back in as the team surrounded us in a tightening circle, and still Maclain wouldn’t let go.

“Are you guys okay?” Donovan asked in a hesitant tone.

“I’m perfect,” Maclain said, and I chuckled, and in another instant we were both grinning like damned fools, as if we could finally celebrate properly because if nothing else, at least we had each other.

When I reached for his hand, he tangled our fingers together, which only caused another stir from our teammates.

“Well, fuck, there’s something in the water, isn’t there?” Devers said.

“Somehow, I had a feeling these two were gonna bat for the other team,” Fischer said.

“Good one.” Sinclair smirked.

I could feel Coach’s eyes on us from behind Vickers, who looked just as confused as some of the newer players who hadn’t been privy to Donovan and Kellan’s unfolding drama last season. Though they’d heard plenty of stories.

“Suppose I should blame Kellan for this?” Coach asked, and my cheeks heated as our gazes clashed.

“Or thank him?” Maclain replied, his flush even deeper than mine.

“The statistical probability of these two falling for each other was high,” Kellan teased. “I’m apparently the ultimate matchmaker.”

“Devers could definitely use some help,” Fischer said, and everyone snickered.

“Okay, get your butts to the locker room, Pirates,” Coach said, trying to move us all along. Our display had lasted so long that the other team and half of the stands had already cleared the field.

But the people who cared about us most hadn’t, remaining in their seats, watching and waiting for us. As we moved toward the locker room, arms thrown over shoulders, smiling, teasing, and some already reliving the game-winning moments, I glanced up at the stands and met my mom’s watery eyes. She threw us both air kisses, and I heard Maclain make a heartening sound.

We lagged behind the rest of the team and took a quiet moment alone in the hallway of the clubhouse. I noticed that Maclain already seemed different, like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He seemed surer of himself, and I couldn’t help dragging him in for a hungry kiss. It felt like it’d been too long.

When our lips met, I sighed, feeling as contented as I’d ever been.

“Does this mean I can officially make pitcher-and-catcher jokes?” Kellan teased as he passed by us, heading toward the field again.

“Devers might have you beat,” I replied.

“Right?” Maclain said with an eye roll.

Kellan made a lot of noise as he dragged the equipment in from the dugout, as if to alert us of his presence each time. We really needed to get inside, but we were taking our time, just…relishing the moment and each other.

“By the way, Maclain,” Kellan said on his final pass. “It looks good on you.”

“What does?”

Kellan motioned over his shoulder. “Happiness.”

I brushed my fingers along his jaw. “He’s right, you know.”

Stripes of pink seared his cheeks, and when he gave me one of those heart-melting grins, I knew we’d make this work as long as we were together.

Just like this.

He reached for my hand, entwined our fingers, and we joined our team in the celebration.

Epilogue

One year later

Maclain

* * *

“Ah fuck, Mase. I’m getting hard again,” Dominic murmured against my shoulder, and when his wrist inadvertently brushed against the tip of my shaft, my groin began stirring.

We had dozed with Dom’s half-hard cock inside me, exactly the way I liked it, and I could feel it expanding in my hole, which was still slick with his come.

I moaned and rocked backward, enjoying how it felt way too much.

His fingers tangling in my hair, he angled my head so his mouth could gain better access. I groaned into a kiss so intense, I instantly grew hard. One of his hands remained burrowed at my nape, his other on my hip as he began moving against me. But the angle was awkward, and I couldn’t feel him deep enough, which was a travesty.

So he urged me to my knees and situated himself behind me, his arm curling around my chest to lift me so my back was flush with his chest. He dragged his stiff cock almost all the way out, then slammed back in, railing me good from behind. “Goddamn. So good.”

We went on like that until my back was slick with sweat and mixing with his own.

Once I took hold of my cock and started jerking myself, it didn’t take long before my jizz spilled over my hand and onto the sheets. As soon as my ass tightened around his thick shaft, I knew he wasn’t far behind. He trembled as he spilled inside my ass.

We collapsed to the sheets and lay tangled together until we caught our breath. I protested when he pulled out, as I always did because having him inside me like that was my favorite fucking thing in the world. Well, one of them. The other was just spending time with him. We had a pretty busy schedule—between my job at the same small company I’d interned with beginning of senior year and helping any way I could in the evenings at the bowling alley—so we snatched any free time we could.