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

“Alright,” she said as she came to my side of the bed and stood over me. “Gentry texted you to say he’d bring your dog home in the morning.”

I grinned.

“I think Gentry thinks he wants her,” I murmured.

“He doesn’t?” she asked. “You could’ve fooled me.”

I nodded.

“She’s good for him because he gives her treats.” I shifted until I was facing her. Her eyes took me in as I gazed up at her. “But the moment she realizes that he’s not going to give her goodies every single day, she’ll go back to her asshole self.”

Sway’s brows rose.

“She’s an asshole?” She had laughter in her voice. “Why is she an asshole?”

“She’s spoiled rotten. Eats my shoes. Swims in the water and then tracks mud all over the house. Sometimes I find her in the weirdest places.” I shook my head. “You have no idea of the weird places.”

Sway’s lips twitched.

“Like what?” she asked. “The bathtub?”

I laughed.

“No,” I shook my head. “More like on top of the fridge. On top of the dining room table—which, as you can see, is bar height—and once I found her on my book shelf.”

“What kind of dog is she?” She leaned her hip against the bed, and I moved my hand to cup the outside of her thigh.

“A Husky.”

She grinned. “I always wanted a Husky. What does she look like?”

“Pure white.” I smiled. “Although, I’m not sure she’s completely one hundred percent Husky. The lady I got her from said that she was knocked up by one of her dogs. One was a Husky, and the other was a wolf hybrid mix.”

Her mouth dropped open.

“You could have a wolf?” she gasped.

“Or, which is the more logical answer, she’s a Husky,” I pointed out. “She could go either way.”

She pursed her lips.

“I’ll let you know what I think when I see her again.”

I patted her thigh, and my eyes closed involuntarily.

“Alright,” she patted my hand and pulled away. “I’m going to go since your mom’s here to take care of you now.”

My eyes opened into slits.

“Don’t you dare leave me here with them,” I ordered.

She smiled at me, thinking I was joking.

I was far from joking, though.

“I can’t handle them on the best of days when I’m at a hundred percent,” I informed her sleepily. “When I’m sick like this, there’s no way I can handle three of my brothers under my roof. Please save me from them.”

She smiled at me like she thought I was joking, but I wasn’t.

“Please,” I pleaded.

“You’re serious,” she shook her head.

I nodded my head.

“I am.” I nodded my head. “Come to bed.”

“I can’t sleep in here with you.” She crossed her arms. “And all your other guest rooms are taken.”

I patted the bed behind me again.

“Pleaseeee,” I poked my lip out, putting a little bit extra whine in my pleading.

She sighed, long and loud, and I felt, more than saw, her move around the room.

My eyes were heavy, and it took everything I had not to give in to sleep.

“I don’t have anything to wear,” she said. “The only clothes I have in my car are too small. I’ve gained about twenty pounds in the last month.”

“Good weight,” I informed her. “You look edible.”

She snorted. “I don’t look edible,” she sniffed. “I look fat.”

I rolled over until I could see her staring at herself in my mirror above the dresser. “You’re not fat. If you were fat, I’d tell you. And you, woman, are not fat. You’re juicy and delectable. Not to mention every time I see your luscious ass in jeans I want to fuck it.”

She lifted her nostrils in the cutest grimace I’d ever seen.

“I’ve never done that,” she admitted.

“What?” I pushed. “Had anal sex…or had sex all together?”

Was that hopefulness I heard in my voice?

Hopefully she wouldn’t hear that in my voice, because it made me sound like a caveman to want my woman virginal upon meeting her.

“Anal. But I can’t say I’m a sexual connoisseur either.” She admitted. “I haven’t had any time. I’ve been working my ass off since I was eighteen to get where I am, and everyone in my family, except for my dad and brother, is in the medical field. There’s no way I would randomly sleep with a stranger in this day and age. I met Langston, and we did give it a try, but...well…he was kind of sucky so we didn’t do it more than twice before he’d decided I was no longer worthy of being his.”

I tried to keep it cool, but I was unsure if my voice or face betrayed me.

“What does your dad do?” I asked as I grabbed for the covers and bunched them up over my hardening dick.

“He’s a cop.”

That did it.

My dick went down instantly.

“Bummer,” I muttered. “You can wear one of my shirts.”

I pointed to the dresser she was standing in front of and she grimaced again.