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TEDDY SWIMS & GIVEON

M y phone buzzed with a message notification. Normally I’d ignore it, especially when I was engrossed in a book. But if I was being honest, I could barely remember anything that I’d read in the last week. Not when I was on the edge of my seat in anticipation waiting for a text or a call from Jamie.

The messages and calls had been infrequent, but when he did manage to contact me, I found it difficult to get the outrageous beating of my heart under control. Having my sexy professional baseball player crush actually text me was so much better than any romance book out there.

I tried my darndest not to look at the scores or game stats while they were on their road trip. Because if I looked, I was sure I’d end up texting him, asking for all the details. I didn’t want to overwhelm him right now. Besides, part of me was still worried that he would fall off his streak and I couldn’t take the heartbreak.

Desperately grasping for my phone, I lifted it to see the alert only for my raging heart to stop.

You owe me

Big time

I blinked at the message, trying to wrack my mind as to what he was alluding to. After a very hot few days with Jamie, a week with him and the team on the road had been torture. Normally I loved the quiet of road trips. But with this one, I’d been counting down the hours.

But I also owe you

You owe me?

What for?

This sexy deal of yours

I gulped. Hoo boy. Those promises I made were about to be the stupidest thing I’d ever done.

Or the smartest.

What’s the damage?

Should I break it down per game or…?

PER GAME JAMIE RHEEMS?

I relished in the pitter-patter my heart vibrated with as I typed his name. How the fuck was this real life right now? Jamie could have completely cut ties when he went on the road, instead, he kept it as is. Where was Jamie when I needed that ass pinch of a reality check?

With his smart-ass remark, I smiled. My sexy promises, or his luck, had worked. Letting out a relieved breath, my phone vibrated again.

Yes

Like I said I owe you for this Cady. Knowing I had you to look forward to helped me a lot.

A lot

Chewing on my lower lip, I tucked my legs underneath me. Was I hallucinating? Was I still reading my book and this was the book boyfriend being utterly perfect? Because for sure there was no way that Jamie Rheems just texted me that.

I’ll have you know the biggest hit of this away series was a triple

So I get to go to your third base

My mouth has been watering at the thought of you spread out for me to feast upon

Or is it my third base to have your lips on my cock again?

I don’t know how this works

For as many smutty books I’d read, nothing, and I mean fucking nothing , could have ever come close to the words on my phone screen and the immediate inferno that engulfed my insides. I mean… fuck . I’d left the third base promise a bit ambiguous, but I was more than happy with either choice he asked for.

My hand shot down to my lap and I pressed my fingers against my searing hot center in a vain attempt to quell the ache. If that was Jamie’s siren song, my body definitely heard it.

All thanks to you and those delicious promises

So I owe you

Name your price

Anything

The man was asking me what I wanted? My body tingled with the implications. He left it open, so it didn’t have to be something sexual. As much as I really wanted it to be, I had something tame, but firmly in my kink column, in mind.

You in your uniform next time we hang out

Done

See you in 20

Wait, 20? As in twenty minutes ? I knew the guys were due home today. They had a report time of 8 AM tomorrow for practice. But were they that close? If so, I was woefully unprepared.

My heart began to race. Shit, I wasn’t in any state to intimately entertain the hottest man on the planet. I hadn’t shaved my legs in a few days, and I was probably a day overdue for a shower. Scrambling off the couch, I did a whirling dervish quick clean of my apartment on the way to the bathroom.

I did laundry a few days ago, so there were fresh sheets on the bed, but the rest of the wash hadn’t been folded yet. Depositing the haphazard pile of laundry into my closet, I shut the door behind me and moved to quickly make my bed. It wasn’t the tidiest job but at least it didn’t look like I spent most of the day in it.

Making a beeline for my shower, I did a rapid scrub down from head to toe. I took my time shaving my legs as I didn’t exactly want tiger stripes of blood running down from careless nicks. I was just about finished with blow-drying my hair when I heard the knock at the door.

Cursing, I nearly tripped on the cord as I made a mad dash out of my bathroom. Realizing I was still naked, I grabbed one of my oversized tees from my dresser and shoved it on. As much as I would have been completely fine with answering the door in only what I was born with, I didn’t want to have that embarrassing conversation later with my neighbors if they caught me.

Quickly combing my fingers through my hair, I answered the door as my breath halted in my chest. Jamie was a fucking vision before me. Some women loved a man in a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up .

My kink was a man in a baseball uniform.

The heat and intensity of Jamie’s gaze almost sent the cotton of my t-shirt up in flames. The man hadn’t even touched me yet, but he devoured me with his eyes alone. I subconsciously pressed my bare thighs together as I felt the heat in my cheeks.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Our signature timid greeting. This was the first time after a week of not being together. Would we just fall back into our dirty habits, or would we have to start all over again with this delicious push and pull?

I didn’t have to wait long to quench my curiosity. There was only a moment of quiet before Jamie sucked in a quick breath. His hand shot out, grabbing the side of my neck as he pulled me to him for a searing quick kiss. Stumbling back, still locked in our kiss, I wordlessly allowed him access to my apartment before closing the door behind him.

“I missed you, Cady.” His sentiment was barely above a breathless whisper as he hovered close to me. “Games just…aren’t the same without you by the dugout. And the nights were too quiet without you moaning in my ear.” The words warmed me slowly from the inside out, much like a mug of hot coffee on a cold day.

“Now that you’re back I’m sure I’ll be annoying you in no time.” I breathed out, still in utter disbelief that this beautiful specimen missed me.

My quip gave us a breather from the sexual tension that almost suffocated us in my tiny entryway. Jamie chuckled as his hands moved away from dangerous territory for the moment. It gave me a chance to catch my breath after my awkward sprint to answer the door followed by the mutual eye fucking.

“So…where do you want me?”

I was still salivating over the glorious sight before me and hadn’t exactly thought the rest of this fantasy through. It was going to take me even longer to properly formulate words. While I hadn’t made a preference as to which uniform of his I wanted him in, somehow Jamie Rheems wearing the Sillys uniform was a thousand times sexier than I could have ever imagined. Maybe because it was the real Jamie and not the Jamie from my fantasies. This Jamie was mine. All mine.

“Well, since we aren’t in the locker room…” Jamie’s brow arched high on his forehead. That fantasy was something to bring up to him later. Even though our locker room kiss was the hottest fucking thing that ever happened in my entire life, I didn’t exactly want to lose my job because I was caught banging the star catcher on company property. But maybe in the off-season…

My eyes quickly darted around the room for another plan. Considering it had been a week since I’d slept with the man, the closest surface was preferred. “The kitchen table works.”

A smile reminiscent of the Cheshire cat’s slowly made its way across Jamie’s mouth. I didn’t give two shits where he took me, as long as he was wearing his uniform and letting me fucking have it.

Jamie took a stalking step forward to close the gap between us. His hands went to my hips. There was just something so easy about this, so delicious. Like I had finally won the most epic lottery of my rather sad love life .

While this tryst was hot, it wasn’t just about sex. I mean, it was sex. Great sex. Okay, fucking fantastic sex. And a whole lot of it. But the best part was this sparkling connection between Jamie and me right beneath the surface.

I no longer shied away from him. Instead, I tipped my chin up to catch his heated gaze as he edged me back to the table. There was such intensity there. His playful smile never wavered, simmering the desire deep in my belly. Just seeing him show up at my apartment, exactly as I asked, had me barely keeping my feral side in check.

“So… just the kitchen table?” His smile curled into a wicked little grin. How was he on the same fucking wavelength of fucking as I was? Since he arrived, I’d already fantasized about half a dozen other places where I could enjoy him in uniform. A girl needed all the angles.

“To start.” I quipped back breathlessly. A sordid chuckle let me know that Jamie was in delicious agreement.

His hands grabbed onto the jut of my hip bones as he lifted and plopped me down on the edge of the table. The man didn’t want to move more than an inch from me as he wedged himself in between my thighs. Sliding his hands under the lifted hem of my oversized T-shirt, I sat in wait for the little surprise I had, by chance, left for him.

Jamie’s eyes went wide for a second before his gaze darkened as he found, or well, didn’t find a certain piece of clothing between my thighs. With a deep growl in his throat, he crushed my hips to his. A gasp left my mouth as I felt how fucking hard he was already. There was no cup to cage his erection. For a moment I was worried about how much of a creamy mess I just made all over the front of them.

With dizzying speed, his one hand grabbed the corner of my jaw to hold me right where he wanted while the other furiously worked his belt open. This man could multitask like no other. Our mouths met hard and fast after our rather calm flirtatious interlude leading up to this.

I heard his belt buckle jingle as it fell loose after his other hand joined the first to make quick work of it. The back of his hands graced my bare inner thighs as he quickly worked the fly open. God love this man. He understood the assignment perfectly.

My hands shot down to greet his erect cock as he shoved his uniform pants and boxer briefs down just far enough for the zipper to not be a bother. Fuck, he was going to be such a fucking vision fucking me. I could only manage a one-track mind at the moment.

With one hand I admired the taut silken skin while my other flailed behind me in my haphazard search for the protection I’d secretly stashed away. The lid to the sugar bowl clattered onto the wooden tabletop. The noise startled Jamie enough to pull himself, breathless, from my mouth.

Tilting to the side a bit to see the chaos behind me, his eyes fell onto the now topless sugar bowl, filled with colorful condom wrappers. Needless to say, I thought it was a rather clever hiding spot for something so filthy. Jamie’s laughter made me grin.

“I see you learned from last time.”

“What, that we should always be prepared for unexpected sexy times, no matter where? Duh.”

“You know… I’ve been doing a bit of fantasizing myself.” Jamie gritted out as I put the co ndom-hiding spot to good use. Ripping open a purple one, I had to pause midair as he slapped his hard cock a few times against my already-throbbing clit. It made such an unholy wet sound. The noise that came out of me as I jumped from the stimulation was not human. Foreplay was not going to be necessary for either of us. “The thought of taking you bare. Coating your insides. Claiming you as mine in every fucking way possible.”

And it definitely wasn’t going to be necessary for the next century after saying shit like that.

He emphasized the point with a few slow swipes of the underside of his rigid dick up and down my slit. The ache between my thighs was unbearable. I knew I was readily slick and prepared to take him with little to no effort. If he kept talking and looking like that, I was more than prepared to take him multiple rounds without a break in between.

Technically going condom-free would be kosher. With an IUD in, I didn’t have to pay daily birth control any mind. On Jamie’s side of things, I knew that the guys needed clean bills of health to play. And considering his confession of years since his last partner, I didn’t feel like I had much to worry about.

But that was a conversation for another time with much cooler and less horny heads. He was already gloved up and ready for action. Why let it go to waste? Barely getting my brain back online, I finished rolling the rubber down his shaft.

Taking action, I hooked my ankles together around his ass and pulled him in close. Immediately he got the point and took over, grabbing my hips as he took aim and thrust inside me with an almost bruising force. The mutual moans that shot out of our mouths reverberated off the walls of the kitchen. Oh, fuck yes. I needed this.

Jamie waited until I relaxed around him enough that he wouldn’t hurt me if he moved. There was an initial testing thrust before all hell broke loose. Grabbing two fistfuls of his uniform shirt, I held on for dear fucking life as he began a relentless pace. That was exactly what I needed to pair with the visual of him in uniform.

I could feel the table rock beneath my ass cheeks. The downstairs neighbor was not at all going to be happy with the rhythmic noise of the table legs practically vibrating against the tiled floor. Considering it wasn’t an ungodly hour, maybe they’d forgive me.

My eyes hazily drifted over the utter vision in front of me. My knuckles were white from the grip that I had on his jersey. The Philly Sillys logo was crumpled into sharp hills and valleys of wrinkles as they fanned out from my curled fingers.

“ Oh, fuck, Cady. ” Jamie gasped out as my eyes found his. They were dark and intense, almost as if they were staring into my soul. “This is fucking heaven.” The words and tone of his voice were an utter aphrodisiac as they slipped, hot and breathless from his parted lips.

My wildest fantasy come true.

“Dammit, you’re so wet. Such a fucking good girl. All pantyless and waiting for me.” Jamie groaned as my cunt fluttered around him in response. “Were you fantasizing about this before I got here?”

I couldn’t dignify him with a proper response. Technically I pregamed in the shower with my removable shower head, but only for a teasing minute as I hosed off my undercarriage. Tossing my head back I cried out as the orgasm hit me in full force. The sheer intensity and sudden onslaught of it left me completely shell-shocked as nothing but jumbled moans of ecstasy escaped my mouth.

Jamie took that as his cue to grab ahold of my hips with a fierce vice grip as he chased his release. Gasping from the almost-constant orgasmic pulses, I collapsed back onto my table, sending the sugar bowl clattering to the floor. He followed suit after me, caging me in against the wood without missing a thrusting beat.

His hands fumbled with my shirt, shoving it up to my armpits so he could feast upon me. Murmurs of hungry delight vibrated against my skin as he pressed open-mouth kisses to my breasts. Holy fuck this was too much.

“That’s my girl. That’s…fucking…it… ” Jamie rasped out as he used this new angle to continue his onslaught. My mind was already reeling from the fact that we were sinfully wrecking my table and yet my brain had to fixate itself on two singular words of his: My. Girl .

My eyes flashed open to see Jamie’s intense ice-blue gaze staring back at me. A breathless smile smoothed away the intensity. I needed to touch him. To hold onto him and never let go.

Reaching up, I grabbed his face and pulled it down. Jamie sensed the shared urgency and met his lips to mine. The embroidery of the team’s logo on his jersey scraped along my erect nipples, sending my body into a renewed frenzy .

Jamie’s groan reverberated throughout my body as I descended into orgasmic chaos once again. Holy fuck, at this rate I didn’t think I’d ever be able to stop climaxing. My second orgasm of the evening brought on Jamie’s. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, moaning with each slowing thrust of his hips.

We lay there for a while as we let our breathing slow and almost become one unified inhale and exhale. My back was beginning to riot. Being smashed under Jamie’s hard body against my wooden kitchen table wasn’t exactly an ideal place for a cuddle. I couldn’t help it. I started to chuckle.

“My body thanks you, but my back does not. I think we need to find somewhere softer.” I murmured against Jamie’s ear in my mirth. He immediately followed in laughter. But godfuckingdamn I was not complaining in the least bit.

“It was so worth it to make this jersey my lucky one.”