Quit Your Pitchin' (There's No Crying in Baseball 2)

We were left panting and trying to control our breathing when she had to open her mouth and tease me.

“You know,” she tickled my side. “For a man in as good of shape as you are, you really should be controlling your breathing better.”

I snorted and lifted her up as I slid out of her, my eyes automatically going to her pussy where my release dripped down onto her inner thighs.

“You know,” I teased right back. “the last time I got you pregnant really easily. We’ve done this quite a bit now, and it’s only a matter of time.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Let’s get married first before we plan out our second kid.”

I winked and dropped down until my mouth was hovering over hers. “The idea of my kid growing inside of you again makes me hard.”

She looked down at my still inflated cock and grinned. “It sure looks like that.”

I sighed and stood up, both of us looking down at my cock.

“We need to start leaving towels next to the bed again.”

Wrigley burst out laughing.

“Yeah, Georgie. We sure do.”Chapter 20Home is where the lube is.

-George’s secret thoughts

George

I didn’t want to leave.

I felt it in my heart that leaving wasn’t going to be good.

I’d left Wrigley and Micah at the apartment, and by the time the game was over tonight, forty moving boxes were supposed to be delivered to their door.

And, even though Wrigley shut the door on me with a smile on her face, I had a sense of foreboding the entire time I’d been away from them.

The entire drive to the complex had my gut tightening further and further.

Something bad was about to happen.

I could feel it.

***

It was four hours later, and I still felt like something was gnawing at my guts.

My head wasn’t in the game. Not even a little bit.

My mind was still back in Longview, with Wrigley.

Why hadn’t she called me back? Was she watching the game? Was something wrong?

A loud crack had me jolting back into the game, and I surveyed my surroundings.

By the time I realized the ball had been hit, I was already moving in the direction I thought it’d gone.

I shouldn’t have been able to catch the most uncatchable hit ever.

One second, I was in my usual position, staring at the batter with questions rioting through my head, and the next I was running.

I leaped and caught the ball, taking the metal bar to my ribs moments later as my gloved closed.

It took me a moment to realize that I was practically face to face with a person. I blinked.

“Melanie?”

“Holy shit!” she gasped, surprised.

The crowd roared, and someone beside Melanie pointed.

I turned to look at the jumbotron, that was replaying the catch, and grunted.

That ball had been millimeters from hitting Melanie directly in the face.

She’d been talking to someone beside her and hadn’t realized how close she was to peril until I’d bumped into her.

She never saw it coming.

Melanie squeaked, causing me to turn.

Upon seeing what I had done on the jumbotron above her head, she threw her hands around my shoulders and pulled me in tight.

“Thank you,” she whispered, then kissed me.

I’d gone to turn my head, hoping to hear her better over the crowd, but then ended up just giving her access to my mouth instead of my cheek like she’d intended.

She blushed and apologized profusely, and I waved it off.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re okay,” I told her honestly.

Melanie nodded. “That could’ve been really, really bad. Thank you.”

I winked and let her go, turning back to jog into the game and back to my position.

What I didn’t realize was that halfway during that scene there was a commercial break due to a thunderstorm warning back home. Meaning when the show came back on, the only thing replaying was the kiss. Oh, and Wrigley’s stupid ass brother letting everyone know about the new budding romance between Lumberjacks star player, George Hoffman, and the cute little deaf girl yearning for his heart.

Wrigley didn’t miss any of what she was able to see, either.

Which was the fucking problem.

A huge, gigantic fucking problem.

***

Wrigley

The thunder from the storm boomed, and I looked over at my son, who was saying one word, over and over.

“Thunda! Thunda!”

I rolled my eyes as the dish went out like it always did when a cloud crossed over its path.

This time, though, I knew it wouldn’t come back on for a few minutes as the rain started to pound the roof.

“You love that song, don’t you?” I teased, pulling out my phone and putting on “Thunder” by Imagine Dragons.

Micah bopped his head to the beat, singing along when the man said, ‘thunder’ in his high-pitched tone.

I grinned and walked to the kitchen, refilling my cup with tea.

Just as I was walking back, the TV channel came back into view.