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CREW

The moment Singleton whispered that soft okay, my heart rate kicked up a notch. I turned toward my door without another word, swiped my key card, and pushed it open. I didn’t touch him in the hall—couldn’t risk it—but the second the door shut behind us, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him farther into the room.

His mouth was on mine before I could take another breath, hands gripping my waist and sliding under my shirt, his fingertips burning against my skin. I backed him toward the bed, our bodies pressed tight, every step making it harder to think about anything but getting him naked.

He yanked at my shirt, dragging it over my head before his fingers traced down my stomach, and toyed with the waistband of my jeans. I caught his wrist, not to stop him, but to slow him down just enough to drive us both crazy. He let out a low, frustrated sound. His eyes were dark as he pushed against me, flipping us so I was the one sinking onto the mattress.

I let him .

He quickly removed his shirt then his knee pressed between mine as he leaned over me, dragging his teeth along my jaw. My hands skimmed down his back, feeling the tension in his muscles and the way his breath hitched when I tugged at the button of his jeans. He hissed as I popped it open, then shoved his pants down while he worked mine off just as fast.

I took a second to look at his flushed skin, his swollen lips, and the way his chest rose and fell as he stared down at me like he wanted to devour me whole.

“Been thinking about this?” I murmured.

His breath was uneven as he pressed closer. “Yeah. You?”

“Since I found out you were gay,” I admitted.

“Good thing we play for the same team, then.”

I smirked. “Yeah, but let’s do a little less talking and more fucking.”

He slipped his hand into my boxers and fisted my erection. “Like this?”

“You’re still talking.” I took his mouth with mine again to shut him up while he pumped me a few times.

Having a strong hand wrapped around my dick was one of the best feelings in the world. I loved it when a guy took control. The way he worked me hard with just enough pressure. And the way Singleton’s calloused fingers felt as they slid up and down my shaft only added to the pleasure.

But it had been a few months since I’d fucked anyone, so I wasn’t sure how long I would last.

“Get naked while I get a condom and lube.” I slid out from under him. While I moved to my suitcase, I stepped out of my boxers, my hard length jutting straight out as I walked.

“I don’t usually have a preference, but tonight I want you to fuck me,” Singleton stated.

I looked back over my shoulder as I dug in my luggage, seeing him stroke himself slowly. “I like the sound of that.” I got what I needed and tossed them onto the mattress before moving back to where he stood at the end of the bed. “But I wanna taste you first.”

I kissed his lips, moved to his chin, his throat, and then made my way down his chest and rippled stomach. Dropping to my knees, I took his cock into my hand. Giving it a few tugs, I looked up at him, our eyes clashing. Without another word, I leaned forward, licked his tip, and then took him into my mouth.

He let out a moan, his hand fisting in my hair. “Damn. When I joined the team, I had no idea Crew Stratton would end up sucking my dick one night.”

I popped off of him. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Hell no.”

Reaching around to his ass, I tugged him closer and engulfed his shaft again. His hand stayed in my hair as I took him deep, sucking and licking and consuming him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, rocking his hips and trying to fuck my mouth.

I let him, hollowing my cheeks and looking back up at him as I reached down and worked my own erection. After several thrusts, he slipped out of my mouth, and fisted his dick while I sucked each of his balls with a pop and teased them with my tongue.

His knees wobbled a little and then he said, “I’m gonna blow soon.”

I wasn’t sure if it was a warning or what, so I pushed his hand away and took him back into my mouth, wanting him to come down my throat so I could taste him before I stood and stretched him with my aching cock.

Our gazes locked once more and as I bobbed on his shaft, Singleton rolled his hips and fucked my mouth again.

It didn’t take long before he was coming, his ass clenching as he shot down my throat. When he was empty, I licked his crown, making sure to get every last drop.

“Delicious.” I stood and took his lips, brushing my tongue against his. “Now, turn around and let me see how your ass feels.”

He did as I ordered and got onto all fours in the middle of the king-sized bed.

Grabbing the condom, I opened the package with my teeth and then slid the rubber down my shaft. Taking the bottle of lube, I flipped the cap open and squirted some directly down his waiting crack. Slipping two fingers between his ass cheeks, I eased the tip of my middle finger into his tight hole.

“Damn. You’re going to feel so good,” I praised.

“So will you. I’ve been dying to know what your big dick feels like in my ass.”

“You’re about to get your wish.” I worked him with several digits until he was ready and then I lubed up my latex-covered cock.

“Stand up and put one foot on the edge of the bed,” I instructed, wanting to be able to pound into him.

He stepped back, put his right foot on the mattress, and bent slightly, angling his hips so I could ease into him.

Singleton hissed as I stretched him, and once I was buried to the hilt, I gripped his torso and pulled him upright, my body sliding against his back as I held him close.

Just like he had fucked my mouth, I pistoned into him, both of us panting and groaning as the rapid movements made the bed hit the wall.

“Damn, you’re fucking tight as hell,” I stated, not slowing down.

He turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder as though he was going to say something, but instead, my hand wrapped around his throat and I used my fingers to push his mouth to mine. Our tongues worked together as I fucked him as deep as I could.

Every part of me craved him as I found a steady pace, driving into him hard while claiming his mouth. He tasted like beer and something almost forbidden. Our teammates were just down the hall, completely unaware of what we were doing, and that only made it hotter as I fucked him harder.

“You wanna ride me, rookie?” I asked against his lips. Sweat coated every inch of my body and I was close to coming, but I wanted to watch him bounce on my dick first.

“You don’t even need to ask,” he replied.

I slipped out of him, and we quickly moved into position. I lay back in the center of the bed as he straddled me.

I shook my head. “Turn around so I can watch my dick fill you.”

He cocked a grin. “I had no idea you were this bossy.”

We barely knew each other so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. “Not used to it?”

I guided my cock into him as he lowered onto me. “No. I usually take control.”

“Then I guess you’re having a ton of new experiences being in the majors.”

“Fuck yeah.” A moan followed his words as I filled him.

Looking down my body, I watched as he moved, rising and sinking onto my dick, his back muscles flexing with every drop. The way he took every inch, the way his body clenched around me, sent a sharp pulse of heat through me. Damn, I liked watching him ride me; I liked watching the way his spine arched, the way his shoulders tensed with each roll of his hips. He was working for it, and I wasn’t about to slow him down.

It didn’t take long for us to find our rhythm again, our moans and groans filling the room. A few more thrusts, and I came hard into the condom, my ass flexing as I emptied into the latex.

Singleton lifted off and laid beside me, as we both stared up at the white ceiling and caught our breath.

“We need to keep this between us,” I stated.

He propped himself up on one elbow to face me. “I figured.”

I met his gaze. “It’s not that I?—”

“Stratton,” he cut me off gently. “You don’t have to explain. You have an entire career, a spotlight on you every time you step on the field. It’s different for you. I get it.”

His words should’ve been a relief, but they settled heavy in my chest instead. I looked back up at the ceiling. “I just … I don’t want this to screw up the team or anything.”

“Then we don’t let it. It’s not my first time keeping something quiet. And I know how much harder it is for you.”

I turned my head toward him again, taking in the way his blue eyes softened. “Thank you. I know you don’t have to do this for me.”

He huffed a small laugh. “Pretty sure I already did. ”

A smirk tugged at my lips. “I mean it, Singleton. I need to know you won’t?—”

“Relax.” He reached over, brushing his fingers along my wrist before pulling back. “I’m not gonna out you. This is your call. When you’re ready—if you’re ever ready—that’s on you. Not me.”

I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that until the knot in my stomach loosened just a little. “Thanks.”

He leaned back onto the pillows, shifting closer just enough that our arms touched. “Now stop looking so damn serious. You just got laid.”

I rolled my eyes, but a laugh slipped out anyway. “Yeah. You want to go again?”

“You gonna let me top this time?”

I reached over and grabbed the lube and another condom. “Yeah, let’s see if you’re as good as you are with your bat.”

The team bus ride to the stadium was quiet the next morning, at least for me. I sat by the window, arms crossed, trying to wake up. We’d barely gotten any sleep and after another round, Singleton had slipped out of my room and gone to his.

When we finally pulled up to the stadium, I was still running on nothing but coffee. I dragged myself into the clubhouse, fighting a yawn because I didn’t want the guys to know I’d gotten only a few hours of sleep.

“Damn, Stratton, you look like shit,” Payne called from his locker, tossing me a lopsided grin. “Rough night?”

“Something like that,” I muttered, tossing my bag onto the bench.

“Shit, Singleton, you look even worse,” Davenport added, shaking his head. “You two hit the bars together after I left or what?”

“I wish,” Singleton said, his voice scratchy. “Would’ve been easier than what actually happened.”

I shot him a warning glance, but he ignored me, grabbing his jersey from his locker like he hadn’t just thrown a grenade into the conversation.

“What actually happened?” Latham couldn’t hide his curiosity.

Singleton shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. Too much on my mind.”

My whole body felt tight, like I was waiting for someone to call bullshit, but the conversation shifted when Neal strolled in, complaining about how his phone didn’t charge overnight.

I exhaled slowly, only then realizing I’d been holding my breath. Singleton sat next to me at his locker. When I finally looked at him, his mouth twitched like he wanted to smirk, but he held it back.

“See? Told you no one would know,” he murmured under his breath.

I gave him a pointed look. “They think we were out drinking. That’s not exactly a win.”

“Better than them knowing the truth, right?”

I couldn’t argue with that. But I also couldn’t shake the way my skin prickled under his stare or the fact that I was already counting the minutes until I could get him alone again.

The sun shined high over Dodger Stadium as we took the field for the final game of the series. The Dodgers were stacked, taking two of the first three after we’d won the opener, and we needed this one to even things up.

The game was close, with both teams trading scoreless innings. Calloway, our starting pitcher, held his own early, but the Dodgers’ lineup wore him down. A two-run homer in the fifth broke the tie, putting us in a hole.

Singleton singled in the sixth, setting up a sacrifice fly that got us on the board, but we couldn’t push anything else across. The Dodgers’ bullpen was just as good as their starter, and by the eighth, we were still down 2-1.

I led off with a single, trying to spark something, but Payne grounded into a double play that wiped out any momentum we had. In the ninth, with one out, Robinson worked a walk, giving us one last shot. Davenport sent a deep fly to center, but it was caught at the warning track. With two outs, Latham stepped in, fought through a tough at-bat, but chased a breaking ball in the dirt for strike three.

We walked off as the Dodgers celebrated, another series slipping through our fingers. It stung, but there wasn’t time to dwell. Tomorrow, we had another game in a different city and a chance to turn things around.

Inside the locker room, I tore off my gear, still pissed that the game had slipped through our fingers. Singleton sat at his locker next to me and caught my eye when no one else was looking.

“Tough game.” He sighed.

I huffed. “Yeah.”

“At least you’ve got something else to focus on tonight.” He winked.

I hesitated for a second, my fingers tightening around my chest pad in my hands. We were acting reckless and I needed to shut things down and keep my distance. But then Singleton leaned back, stretching his arms over his head and exposing his washboard abs. My resolve cracked like a cheap bat, and the little tease knew exactly what he was doing.

“I’m up for it if you are,” he whispered.

My pulse jumped, and I had to work not to answer too fast. Not to make it obvious how badly I wanted to say yes.

I dragged my gaze away from him, forcing my expression to stay neutral. “I’ll think about it,” I muttered, even though we both knew I already had decided. Then I pushed to my feet and headed for the showers, not trusting myself to look back.

When I came out, he was still at his locker. His eyes followed me as I moved through the room, heat simmering just beneath the surface. We were playing with fire, and we both knew it.

But neither of us seemed willing to stop.