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NAVY

Navy: Hey! Sorry it’s been so long. Hope you had a good week! Any chance you’re free to chat soon?

Crew: Hey. Sure, that sounds good. I can come a little early to the party on Saturday if that works.

Navy: Perfect.

I’m a terrible woman.

I’m gonna break the heart of the most respectable man, who doesn’t even see it coming.

Ugh. Why must I put myself in positions like this?

Love —I tell myself.

And love I am most definitely in. An overwhelming sense of joy, passion, hopefulness, and thrill rushes through me thinking about last night and this morning.

Bodhi and me. His hands on my body and his mouth on my core. The way he feasted on me until he had his fill. I’ve never been with a man that wanted to go down on me, yet alone eat me like I was the best damn thing he’s ever tasted.

The sight of Bodhi below me, tongue shoved deep in my pussy, will forever be etched into my dirtiest of thoughts and sealed tight in my spank bank for the day I don’t have the real thing.

Do women call it a spank bank? Maybe it’s a choke bank.

Good grief, when he told me to choke on his cock I almost bowed down and sang his praises right there. There’s nothing he could have done to keep me off him.

Not to mention his piercings. I can’t wait to feel them tease my opening and hit the deepest corners of my core. God, I’m horny again and we haven’t even had sex yet.

I need to stay busy and get last night out of my head for a while. Not too long, but enough to give me some distraction.

Today is Sunday and my only plans are breakfast with Bodhi and getting his surprise birthday party planning underway.

Bodhi’s thirty-first birthday is Saturday, and he thinks we’re having a pool party to kick off the season starting next week.

The days are finally warming up, and King had the great idea of inviting the team over. So we thought, why not celebrate Bodhi while all his closest friends and family are here?

We have a heated pool, after all.

This is the only weekend before spring training when we will all be together. We’ve had so many friends join our core group; the more, the merrier.

We’re a family in every way that counts.

I invited Penelope, Bodhi’s dad, and Gwendolyn. I’m still waiting on a final head count, but the numbers look good. I know Bodhi would never expect something like this, so it makes me even more excited to do something special for him.

He deserves it.

Now, I need King to wake his ass up from Jethro’s and get home so we can finalize the plans.

I head downstairs for breakfast, only to find my brother eating my cereal. The sound of my arrival causes Bodhi and Cal’s heads to turn in my direction and I send them a small smile.

“Beautiful morning, boys,” I say, practically skipping.

“What the hell got into you?” Cal asks.

Bodhi’s tongue.

Bodhi chokes on his milk and I giggle. Cal has no idea, but it’s funny watching Bodhi inwardly panic.

“It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” I ask them both, walking into the kitchen.

“Cereal’s on the counter for you,” Bodhi mumbles with a mouthful of Fruity Pebbles.

“Frosted Flakes and her coffee? Damn, dude,” Cal tells Bodhi.

“What?” Bodhi asks.

“How’d you know about the coffee?” I ask Cal.

He shrugs. “I saw him making a big pitcher of it a couple months back. Figured it was for you. You’re the only person I know who likes more cream than coffee.”

Interesting. He’s been observing Bodhi and me for months now.

“That’s not creepy or anything,” I tease.

“What are y’all up to today?” Bodhi asks us, changing the subject.

Cal walks his bowl to the sink. “Kodi’s got a meeting with Coach to map out her photoshoots this season. I figured I’d steal Bodhi for a little bit, maybe go to the batting cages and hit some balls. Unless you have plans,” he says, turning to confirm with Bodhi.

“No plans,” Bodhi says.

“What about you, little sister?” Cal asks me.

“I’ve got some errands to run this morning before I need to head to Makers. I have a few interviews before games and training next week to prepare for.”

They both nod. “Fuck, I’m ready to be back on the field. I haven’t felt red dirt on my hands in too fucking long,” Cal says.

“My quads are in for a brutal few weeks,” Bodhi says.

Cal jumps to speak. “Oh, speaking of. I have your catcher’s gear in my Jeep. Be right back.”

As soon as the front door slams shut, Bodhi’s on me.

I wash the dishes and pause the moment his calloused hands lift my sports bra and palm my breasts. “Fuck, Navy. I can’t get enough of you.”

My head falls back as he twists my nipples, causing me to drop a cup in the sink. “He’ll be back any second, you know?”

“Mhm.” Bodhi kisses my shoulder before spinning me around quickly and pulling my nipple into his mouth.

“I’m beginning to think you have a thing for nipples, catcher.”

Bodhi chuckles against me, moving to my other breast and biting down. “Fuck, these tits. I want you right now.”

The front door opens, and I shove Bodhi off me quickly. “Go, B. You’re insane.”

He smirks, wiping his lips and pretending to look for something in the fridge. More like trying to adjust his dick.

“Got it.” Cal walks into the kitchen, holding a black mesh bag of Bodhi’s catcher’s gear.

Thankfully, I had my bra back in place by the time Cal returned, or that would have been quite the show.

“You ready, B?” Cal asks Bodhi.

“Yep, just let me change,” he tells Cal, walking past me to throw away the cap to his protein shake. Bodhi stops before me, not to chat, but to chug his drink in one big gulp.

His Adam’s apple throbs as he swallows the liquid, and my dirty mind imagines all the ways he could make better use of his time and that mouth.

“Have a beautiful day, Navy.”

He’s mocking me. He’s lucky I want his cock inside of me so badly or I’d be sending some kicks flying.

“Will do, catcher, will do.”

I’ve got a party to plan.