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CREW

I was finally home and waking up in my own bed. We were starting a seven-game home stand the following day, and while most of the time I wanted to relax at my place on an off day, I also wanted to know what Singleton was up to.

Before we’d left Arizona to head back to Denver, I’d grabbed his phone and sent a message to myself so we had each other’s number. While lying in bed, I debated texting him for all of three seconds before sending a simple:

What are you up to?

It took him less than a minute to respond:

Nothing. You?

Same. Want to grab something to eat?

Since we’d been on the road for more than a week, I didn’t have any food at home. I told myself having lunch with a teammate was normal.

Yeah where?

I suggested a burger place close to downtown, and he agreed.

I got there first and grabbed a booth near the back, where it wasn’t as busy. A few people looked my way when I walked in, but no one approached.

Singleton strolled in a couple of minutes later, wearing jeans and a lightweight hoodie with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. It was warm enough to skip a jacket, but not quite short-sleeve weather. He slid into the seat across from me, his blue eyes flashing mischievously before he smirked. “Wasn’t sure you’d actually text me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I tilted my head slightly. We’d been messing around, and I was enjoying what we were doing, so why would I want to stop?

He shrugged. “Seemed like you might try to play it cool and only want to see me after games or when we’re on the road.”

I scoffed playfully. “Maybe I just wanted a burger.”

“Uh-huh.” His grin didn’t fade as he picked up the menu. “So, this is what we are now? Lunch buddies?”

I chuckled, flipping open my own menu. “What? You want me to wine and dine you instead?”

He pretended to think about it. “I wouldn’t say no.”

The waitress came by, and we placed our orders. The second she left, Singleton stretched out his legs, bumping mine under the table. It wasn’t an accident.

And I didn’t move away.

“You really just wanted a burger?” he asked, his voice low, teasing. “You could have texted anyone else on the team, but you chose me.”

I held his stare, keeping my expression unreadable. “What do you think?”

“I think you like hanging out with me.”

I shrugged. “You’re not the worst company. ”

He beamed like he knew exactly what game we were playing. And maybe I did like hanging out with him. More than I should.

The food came, and we ate while talking about baseball, random stuff, and anything easy. Anyone looking at us would see two teammates, nothing more. But under the table, his leg stayed pressed against mine. A small thing, but it sent a rush through me because it was our little secret.

After we finished eating, I tossed some cash onto the table, and we stepped outside.

“So, what now? Or are you tapping out?” he asked.

I looked around and spotted a sign for an indoor golf place down the block. “How’s your swing?”

His brows lifted. “In baseball?”

I pointed in the direction of the golf place. “Golf. There’s a simulator over there.”

“All right, let’s see what you got.”

We made our way down the street and went inside, grabbing a couple of drinks before reserving a bay.

I watched as Singleton selected a driver first and gave me a look. “Don’t be mad when I crush you.”

I leaned against the counter. “Big talker. Let’s see it.”

He took his swing, and the ball sailed straight down the virtual fairway, landing with a satisfying thud on the screen. He smiled over his shoulder. “Not bad, huh?”

“Lucky shot.” I stepped up, adjusting my grip on the club before taking my own swing. The ball hooked slightly, veering off-course. I frowned as Singleton snickered beside me.

“I thought you’d be better, given how well you bat,” he teased.

I shook my head, fighting a grin. “I’m better with bigger balls.”

He eyed me with a playful smirk but didn’t reply.

We played a few more rounds, and I improved enough to keep the score close. By the end, we were laughing, nudging each other, but keeping it casual enough that no one would think twice about us hanging out.

I was lining up my last shot when a woman approached, her long blonde hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders. She beamed, eyes flicking between us before settling on me. “You’re Crew Stratton, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“I thought so. My brother’s a huge Rockies fan.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I was just wondering if I could buy you a drink?”

Before I could answer, Singleton spoke up. “Only if I get one too.”

She frowned slightly, as though she had no clue who he was. Probably didn’t. “I think you can handle that yourself.”

I glanced at him before responding to her, “Appreciate it, but we’re just hanging out.”

She took the rejection well, flashing another smile. “No worries. Good luck with the rest of the season.”

As she walked away, Singleton leaned against the high-top table, arms crossed. “So, you don’t date fans, or are you just not interested in her?”

I shrugged. “I hook up with women fans sometimes. Just hasn’t happened in a while.”

His gaze flickered with something unreadable. “How long’s a while?”

“Couple of months.”

He nodded slowly. “Hmm.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” He pushed off the table, that smirk creeping back. “Just wondering if you were gonna invite me back to your place, and that’s why you turned her down?”

I scanned the room and then lowered my voice slightly. “Maybe.”

“I’m ready if you are.”

I growled at the thought. “Let’s go.”

I unlocked my truck with a press of the button, and we climbed inside. I gripped the steering wheel, glancing at Singleton as he grinned, clearly enjoying this.

The short drive to my condo felt longer than it was. When I pulled into the garage and shut off the engine, neither of us moved at first. Then Singleton unbuckled his seatbelt and turned toward me. “Are we going inside, or are we making this a front-seat situation?”

I huffed a quiet laugh, pushing open my door. “Come on.”

We barely made it inside before things turned heated. The second the door shut, Singleton was on me, pressing me back against it as his mouth found mine. His hands gripped my waist, bringing our hips together, and I could feel how hard he was already.

“This what you had in mind?” he murmured against my lips.

I slid my hands up his back, feeling every ripple of his muscles. “Shut up.”

Any playful remark got lost as I kissed him again, deeper this time. Whatever this was between us, it wasn’t slowing down, and our clothes were left in a trail as we stripped and made our way over to my couch. With our mouths fused together, we fell onto the soft surface with me on top. My hips started to move slightly, causing our rock-hard dicks to rub together. We both groaned and moaned and I reached between us, pumping him a few times, before skating down his body, and getting onto my knees on the floor. He turned so his ass was on the edge of the cushion and he spread his legs, letting me get in between them.

While looking up at him, I gripped his cock, moving my hand up and down a few more times before engulfing him with my mouth and bobbing my head as I devoured him.

“Fuck. Your mouth feels so good,” he praised.

I hummed around him, not taking my mouth away as I continued to slurp and swirl, running my tongue along the underside like he was the best fucking popsicle in the world. His hips began to rock in sync with me as though he couldn’t help it, and all he wanted to do was fuck my mouth. I let him, hollowing my cheeks as he slid in and out in quick thrusts.

I held onto his thighs, drew back, and I went for his balls, licking each one and then moving to his taint. Singleton hissed and threw his head against the back of the couch, threading his hand into my hair and tugging a little. I took my time, rolling his balls with my tongue, sucking one into my mouth before giving the other the same attention .

“Goddamn,” he panted, and it only made me harden more at the thought of knowing how good I was making him feel.

I wanted to go lower. Needed to go lower, so I pushed his bent legs up so his ass jutted out and his puckered rim was exposed. Not wasting any time, I twirled my tongue around his tight rosebud, slipping the tip just inside and then back out, teasing him.

When I peeked up at him, his eyes were on me, watching the best he could while he worked himself with steady, needy jerks. The look of pure bliss on his face was driving me insane, and I desperately wanted to sink into him and feel him come around my shaft. Feel the way his body milked me as I emptied into him.

“You ready for me to fuck you yet?” I asked.

“Hell yeah,” he replied.

“Don’t move,” I ordered and stood. Hurrying into my bedroom, I got my bottle of lube from my nightstand drawer and lathered my aching dick with it as I walked back into the living room.

Singleton was still fisting his shaft, dragging his hand up and down, and twisting slightly at the tip. Our eyes met as I licked my lips and moved back over to him. He turned so his back was against the bottom cushion and, once again, he spread his legs to make room for me.

Leaning over him, I took his lips again, kissing him hard while he reached between us and stroked me.

“I can’t wait any longer,” I said against his mouth.

“Then don’t.”

Gathering more lube, I used my fingers to prep his hole. Once he was slicked up, I rose onto one knee with my other foot on the floor, and inched inside of his asshole, stretching him as I went deeper and deeper while he looked down at where we were connected.

“My god,” he breathed, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as he tipped his head back.

“You good?” I asked.

He nodded, his eyes still closed. His lips were parted slightly and I knew he was enjoying the feeling of me being inside of him just as much as I was.

At first, I moved slowly, letting him adjust to my girth, but also loving the way his ass fit me like a glove. He was warm and tight and his canal felt luxurious as I gradually picked up my pace.

Gripping his leg that was against the back of the couch, I raised it and placed his foot on my shoulder, then thrust into him faster. He reached for me with one hand, running it along my chest and pinching my nipple just enough to make me moan.

“You like that?” I wondered, but didn’t stop fucking him.

“Yes,” he panted, working his cock at the same time with his other hand.

“You gonna let me fill you with my cum?”

“Only if you let me do the same.”

I smirked. “Seems fair.”

I latched onto his mouth again, my hips still driving into him as we kissed. His cock was trapped between us, leaking against my stomach. I was on the verge of coming so I rose, placed my hands on his parted legs, and moved faster.

Our eyes locked again and as I hit the spot deep inside of him over and over and over, we both got closer to falling over the edge.

“Don’t come yet,” I instructed. “I want to taste you.”

His hand stilled on his dick but our eyes remained on each other as I drove into him. With a few more thrusts, I groaned, my body went taut as I shot my jizz into his snug hole.

Once I was spent, I slipped out of him and immediately took his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around him and drawing him deep until he spurted his hot cream down my throat.

We were both panting and as I watched my semen seep out of his ass, he said, “Now I get to fuck you in your shower.”