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Chapter twenty

Rhett

“Fucking hell, where did the Stars find that pitcher? Swear to God, I saw smoke come off that ball.” Monty sinks down on the bench next to me after getting struck out by our opponent’s pitcher.

“Heard he’s from their farm team in Minnesota,” I comment, keeping my eyes trained on the pitcher’s mound. Monty’s right, this guy is fast. Real fucking fast. And I’m gonna be up against him next inning.

“Someone needs to tell Mike we should try and poach him next season.”

“You cheating on me, Monty?” Yami chimes in, turning from where he’s leaning against the railing. “Or just looking for a sidepiece.”

Monty bats his eyes at Yami. “You know you’re my number one guy.”

“Glad you added that last word or I’d be worried Lark would have my balls.”

“Sorry, bro, no one beats my Birdie for the top spot.”

“Not even that new guy?”

“Not while he’s playing against us. ”

“Oh, so if he was on our team, he might have a chance of topping Lark?”

“The only one topping Lark is me.”

The guys in the dugout all jeer at Monty’s comment just as the woman in question walks out of the tunnel leading from the locker room. The silence that falls is almost comical, especially since she’s clueless, looking around at everyone avoiding her gaze. When her eyes land on me, I give her a smirk.

“Hey, Larky, Monty was just telling us all about your bedroom dynamics.”

“I was not, Darling, shut the fuck up!” Monty closes the distance between him and Lark and wraps his arms around her from behind, his hands landing on her very pregnant belly. “Ignore them, Birdie. They’re being shitheads.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” she replies, rolling her eyes. “I just came out to let you know I’m leaving early.”

“Everything okay?” I ask as we all give her our full attention. Lark’s special, not just to Monty, but to all of us. And she’s carrying the next generation of Tridents in that belly.

“Yeah.” She grimaces, rubbing her stomach. “Just swollen, sore, tired, cranky, and ready to no longer be pregnant.”

“Do you have someone taking you back to the hotel?” Monty turns Lark to face him.

“No, but I’ll be fine. And I’ll see you after you win this game.”

They kiss, then Lark leaves with a wave for all of us and Monty sits down on the bench with a ridiculous smile on his face. “I can’t wait to be a dad.”

I punch his shoulder lightly. “You’ll be great, man.”

“Thanks. I know. ”

“Keep that confidence for the field, Monty.”

We win the game, but not by much. So when Yami and some of the other guys try to convince me to grab a beer with them at the hotel bar and I decline, no one gives a shit.

The truth is, I’m tired, but not that tired.

I want to call Evie.

She never answered my last couple of texts, but I’m guessing she’s busy with the dog. I didn’t think I’d miss her, but I do. Both of them. More than I did the last time I went away. Guess it’s more the sex I’m missing, but whatever.

When I get back to my room, I open the door and curse. Moving to the thermostat, I see the AC never got turned on, leaving the room a disgustingly hot temperature for the Midwest in summer. I crank it on, then strip out of my clothes until I’m just in my boxers. Then, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge, I settle on the bed and lean back against the headboard.

After draining half the bottle, I set it down and pick up my phone. I open my message thread with Evie, and since I’m sending a short one, I type it out.

RHETT: Good to talk?

Her answer comes through almost immediately.

EVIE: Sure.

I grin and immediately hit the video call button. Her face fills the screen in seconds, but my smile falls when I see her chewing on her lower lip.

“Hey honey, what’s wrong?”

She lets go of her lip and her tongue swipes along it instead. “Oh, nothing. How was your game?”

I’m not buying it for a second. “Game was fine. We won. Now tell the truth, honey. Why do you look upset? Is Ruthie okay?”

She glances away, and my stomach churns. I’m just worried about her because we’re friends. I care about her. That’s all.

“Ruthie’s fine. What did you want to talk about tonight?” Her gaze darts to me, then away again, and suddenly, I know what’s wrong.

Obviously, I fucked up with what I sent in my text earlier, and she’s been worried about this call for some reason. “Maybe I just wanted to hear your pretty voice and see my good girls,” I say, trying to make my voice as sweet and charming as I can. It works enough to earn me a small smile, so I continue. “Sorry if my text was confusing.”

My heart starts to speed up. Once again, I find myself wishing I was brave enough to just tell her the truth. But everything feels good between us right now and I don’t want to mess that up. “I was busy and had to dictate it, and y’know, voice-to-text can fuck things up with punctuation and all that.” I force out a laugh.

What I don’t say is that I know my texts can easily be misunderstood sometimes. But I can never figure out what’s wrong to fix them, so I just leave it. My friends and family that know about my dyslexia are used to it by now. They know not to try and read too much into my texts, but she doesn’t know that.

Which makes it my damn fault if she was worried about this call.

I feel like a piece of shit.

But thankfully, she gives me a relieved smile. A bigger one this time.

“That makes sense. So it’s nothing serious?”

“Nah, I just figured you’d be better company than the boys I spent all day with. Instead of going for a beer, I'd rather see you and Ruthie. Is that okay with you?” I give her a wink, and I know the second the tension fully leaves her because her shoulders drop.

“Yeah, that’s okay with me.”

I look in the background of the screen, trying to figure out where she is in the apartment. Her bedroom, I think.

“Where’s my puppy?”

“Oh, so she's your puppy now?” Evie teases, and I love seeing the smile back on her face. “And here I thought I was the one who rescued her.”

“Well, you know, I did rescue you both, in a way, giving you a place to stay and all that.” I wink again and her smile grows as she giggles.

“Hold on, let me go and get her. She’s asleep on the couch.”

“No, don’t bother her. If she’s sleeping, let her sleep. It’s like with a baby, you never wake ’em when they’re sleeping.” I pause, an idea coming to me. I pitch my voice low, making it clear what I’m implying. “Besides, this way I get you all to myself.”

Evie’s eyes widen and I see that tongue dart out again, only this time, she’s not licking her lips because of nerves. “Yeah? What are you going to do about it? You’re so far away.”

“Well,” I say, drawing the word out as long as I can. “I know you can already orgasm with a toy, and now we know you can orgasm with me. I wonder if you can do it with me and the toy. Well, the toy will have to do the work, I suppose.” I smirk.

“Are…are…are you suggesting phone sex?” Evie stammers and the innocence in her wide eyes, the incredulity of her question, almost makes me want to laugh. But I don’t, because I don’t want to embarrass her.

“Could be a fun lesson . If you’re interested.”

I wait to see how she’ll respond. It takes a minute, and then she slowly nods her head.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“That’s okay, neither have I.”

She snorts out a small laugh. “Are you serious? You’ve never had phone sex? I find that kind of hard to believe.”

I shrug my shoulders, not letting her doubt bother me. “It’s true. I’m not exactly a relationship guy, and phone sex isn’t the kind of thing you do with just anyone.”

She’s silent for a second and I wonder if I’ve said something wrong. I’m about to apologize when she speaks again. “So how do we start?”

And just like that, my dick starts to get hard. Maybe I should have left my clothes on to slow things down a bit. Because this might all be over before it even starts. And I don’t particularly want to explain that to Evie, when she has no idea how she affects me.

“Why don’t you tell me what you’re wearin’, honey.”

I see her eyes glance down and then back up to the screen .

“Just my pajamas, some shorts and a tank top.”

There’s nothing sexy about what she describes, but it is sexy simply because it’s her. I adjust myself a little bit, trying to appear relaxed, even though my body feels tight with tension already. And we’re not even naked.

“Let’s start with you peeling off that tank top nice and slow.” I see her hesitating, and for a brief second, I worry this is too much for her.

I’m about to ask what’s wrong when she blurts out, “What do I do with the phone? I can’t hold it and do, you know, everything.”

This time, I can’t hold back my chuckle. “That’s okay, you can always prop it up on the table. Doesn’t matter how much I can see, just knowing you’re there and I’m making you feel good is enough for me.”

That seems to put her at ease as I see her nod and then she shifts to set the phone down on the bedside table. She goes out of frame a little bit, but when she comes back, her shirt’s off and I can see those perfect, plump little tits of hers as she lies back down. She moves onto her side and looks at me.

“Now what?”

I smile, loving how quickly and easily she seems to trust me to take the lead. “Well, honey, how about now you pull out some of those toys you like to use. Maybe the one you were using that night you called out my name.” I close my eyes and let out a low groan. “You don’t know how hard it was not to walk down the hall, go into your room, and take over for that damn thing. It’s haunted me ever since. Let me see what my competition is.”

She leans out of frame again, and I can hear the sound of a drawer opening and things being moved around. When she comes back this time, she’s holding a small black vibrator.

“That’s it? That’s the one that had you fightin’ not to scream my name?”

She nods and bites her lip. “There’s no competition, Rhett. You win every time.”

I reach down and cup my junk, squeezing it to try and ease the ache I feel at her soft voice. Holy hell, she doesn’t know the power she has over me.

“I think it’s about time you turn that thing on and slide it over your pussy for me.”

“I’m still wearing my shorts,” she says, her voice already raspy with need.

“Good. Keep ’em on. Tease yourself over the fabric and tell me how it feels.” I can hear the low vibration of the toy turning on and it takes me back to that night when I overheard her making herself come. Only this time is so much better because I can see her. I might not be in the room, but I get to be a part of her pleasure, no matter what.

“It’s…God, Rhett. It’s not enough, but it’s a lot, you know?” she babbles, and I smirk.

“Yeah, I know. You’re doin’ so good, honey. Slide it back and forth. Tease yourself, soak those little shorts of yours, pretend it’s me gettin’ covered in you.”

Her eyes flutter closed. I see her arm move and assume she’s moving the toy over her pussy because a pretty flush starts to cover her cheeks. “That’s it, Evie, what a good fucking girl you are, playing with yourself for me. Are your shorts wet?”

She nods, letting out a whimper of acknowledgment. “Good, honey, so good. I want you drenched.”

“What about you?” she manages to ask, her eyes blinking open. “What are you doing?”

I tilt the phone down so she can see my hand gripping my dick that’s poking out of the top of my shorts. “I’m trying not to blow too early. Just looking at you, knowing what you’re doing, it’s enough to make me hard as a rock.”

“Take it out. I want to see you.”

Fucking hell, hearing her demand what she wants makes a fresh wave of precum leak from me. I shuck off my shorts as quickly as I can, then pan the phone back down so she can see my cock glistening. “That’s all because of you, Evie.”

She moans, and I tilt the phone back up. “Take off your shorts, honey. As gorgeous as your face is, I need to see that pussy. Tilt the phone so I can see you. One hand uses the toy, the other pretends to be my fingers. Fuck, I wish I was there to taste you.”

Evie does what I say, tugging off her own shorts and angling the phone down. As soon as her pussy comes into view, shiny and plump, I groan. “Goddamn, Evie.”

“Rhett,” she says, half moan, half whine. “I wish you were here.”

“Me too, honey. But we’re gonna have some fun anyway. Okay?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Show me that toy on your pussy.”

From this angle, I can see her hand move between her legs, the small black toy already turned on and buzzing. As soon as she touches it to her skin, her hips jump and then start to move in a rhythmic motion, chasing the pleasure that we’re both after.

“Good girl, good girl,” I croon, sliding my own hand up and down my cock. “Now take those fingers, lick them to get ’em wet, and then slide them inside. Start with one, then add another, baby.”

Her other hand goes out of the frame, and when it comes back, I can see that it’s wet. She slides it up and down her slit first, and I love that she’s taking the time to tease herself. Sure, I want her to listen to me and follow my instructions, but seeing her do what she knows works, that’s also fucking sexy as hell.

When she skips the first step and plunges two fingers straight into her pussy, I groan out her name. “Goddamn, Evie, that’s so fucking hot to watch. Does it feel good?”

“You’d feel better,” she pants, and I let out a harsh laugh.

“Fuckin’ tease. Trust me, when I’m back, we’re gonna do this all over again.” She moans, her fingers speeding up. “You like that idea? Me sitting on a chair, watching you pleasure yourself?”

“I’d like it more if you were pleasing me, Rhett.”

“Whatever you want, Evie. Whatever you want.”

Seconds later, I can’t fight back my orgasm any longer. “Ah shit, Evie, I’m coming, baby. I’m sorry, I can’t wait. You with me?”

“God yes, Rhett, I’m with you.” She moans low and slow as I grunt through my own climax, cum splattering all over my stomach.

A minute or two later, I hear a soft giggle. “Um, hey Rhett? I’m staring at the ceiling.”

“Oh shit.” I grab the phone that I hadn’t even realized I dropped and grin when I see her sleepy, satisfied face. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. That was fun.”

Fun.

“Yeah. It was. You feelin’ better now about me wanting to call?” I tease, and she giggles again, nodding with her face buried in her pillow.

“Alright. So if I text you that I’d like to call again another night, you’d be okay with that?”

She lifts her head back up. “Is every call going to be like this one?”

“I mean, would that be so bad?”

Her laugh is full-on now, and I fucking love it.

“No, that wouldn’t be so bad.”