Pitch Please (There's No Crying in Baseball 1)

I nodded in understanding, then picked up the bottle of wine that was sitting next to the chair and tugged the cork out of the top.

I’d opened it while Sway had been in the shower and had set this all up intending to woo her into bending to my will, but she’d willingly taken me into her body without even the slightest bit of cajoling. Not that I would complain about that. The woman could do no wrong in my eyes.

“What are you thinking so hard about over there?” she interrupted my thoughts.

I poured her a glass of wine and reached across the small space that separated us. “Thinking about how perfect you are.”

“You don’t know me well enough to say I’m perfect yet,” she informed me. “I’m about as far away from perfect as one can get.”

I shrugged.

“You’ll have to prove that to me over time, I suppose.” I amended. “Right now, with you standing here like that in front of me, you look pretty damn perfect to me.”

A small ghost of a smile graced her lips before she took a sip of the wine

“This is good.” She looked at the glass. “What kind is it?”

I held up the bottle.

“Got it at the grocery store. Fourteen dollars. I have no fuckin’ clue about wine. I picked one up that I saw a few other ladies get,” I explained.

She started to laugh.

“I like how you think. Normally, I drink from the box,” she admitted, as if she was letting me in on a secret.

I patted the outdoor couch seat beside me, and she pushed off the wall, her breasts bouncing with the movement, and started toward me.

I watched the sway of her breasts, and I nearly groaned when she bent down and put her hand into the seat before planting that delectable ass on the cushion beside me.

She wasn’t touching me, but she was so close to me that I could feel the heat of her due to her closeness.

She sat partially sideways, allowing her arm to rest on the back of the cushion we were sitting on.

I’d also thought ahead, placing a couple of towels on the couch so nothing belonging to our bodies was actually touching the seats.

Which was good, seeing as we would both be naked on it very, very soon if our breathing was anything to go by.

“I can’t believe you play well in weather like this. It’s like being back home, only about ten degrees hotter,” she murmured.

“Arizona has more of a dry heat than we do. Where we have a humid heat, they have just heat. More of it, yes, but not completely worse than what we suffer through. At least I can breathe,” I told her. “Sometimes at home, when I have the mask on, it feels like I can’t get a complete breath when it comes to the humidity.”

She took one last sip of her wine and leaned over me, placing the drink on the very edge of the table.

Although likely innocent, my entire body went on alert the moment the tip of her nipple brushed against my chest.

My whole body felt like a lightning bolt shot through it, and I nearly lost my composure and dragged her from her position to bury my face between her breasts.

Somehow, though, I managed to sit completely still, allowing her to return to her seat without making an ass of myself.

“I have a confession,” she blurted, her face turning down and away from mine.

My lips kicked up.

Though I couldn’t see the blush, I knew it was there.

She had me intrigued. What did she have to confess that she was embarrassed about?

“What’s that?” I questioned, turning in the seat so my back was against the arm of the couch. My leg pulled up to rest against the couch cushions, which inevitably made my cock jut forward, tenting the towel.

Not that she could see that my cock was now pointing directly at her. It was too dark.

I knew, though.

Then it started to bounce, and I almost interrupted what she was about to say by pulling her into my arms. However, the next words out of her mouth had me freezing.

“I know all your stats,” she blurted.

My brows rose.

“Yeah?” I asked.

I knew this already.

I’d seen her wall. I’d seen my life-size picture. It honestly didn’t surprise me at this point, and I kind of liked that she was a tad bit obsessed with me.

She nodded.

“And I followed your career, starting from when you were in college.” The moonlight lit half of her face, enabling me to see the sheepishness that was written all over it.

“You haven’t mentioned that before,” I teased.

“I had a major crush on you,” she huffed out a small laugh. “It was embarrassing, really. That first day, when you said to move out of your seat…that was the highlight of my life, having you talk to me.”