Page 7 of Stealing Forever (Bridge Point Bears Baseball #1)

The reoccurring playlist of the different sounds Hailey makes has been on a constant loop through my mind. I replay her laughter, her gasps, and even the way she snorts a boisterous laugh when she finds something hilarious.

There’s been no reprieve from the visions of the stunning redhead who has become a part of my daily life.

I long to squeeze her curves, feel her supple skin in my hands, rake my teeth against her breasts. Taste her.

If I could only be so fucking lucky.

All week I’ve had to remind myself she’s here for two reasons—Sailor and a paycheck. Although she stated otherwise last week when she stayed for dinner, making it perfectly clear how she feels about Sailor.

“I want to put her to bed...”

What do you want with me then, sweetheart? Seems like we’ve strayed past the line of employer-employee, and are treading lightly in the friend zone.

And a friend is all Hailey Shea can ever be. My nanny is off-limits, no matter how bad I want to taste her, touch her, and feel her.

Speaking of my dick, this is the third morning in a row I’ve woken up painfully hard. Clearly he didn’t get the memo about not crossing any lines.

Lazily, I look at the alarm clock and realize I’ve hit snooze too many times and now I’m running late. Hailey’s likely already downstairs getting Sailor fed.

“Ugh,” I scoff, tossing my comforter to the side before I swing upright, my bare feet hitting the cold flooring. Palming my aching shaft, I adjust myself in my pajama bottoms, heading to my en suite.

Peppermint assaults my mouth, counteracting the inevitable morning breath, as I brush my teeth, but by the time I finish, my morning wood hasn’t calmed the fuck down.

Glancing at myself in the mirror, my jaw clenches as I tell myself to stop acting like a teenager and ignore my hard-on.

Then my thoughts drift back to Hailey and I’m a goner.

Flipping the lock on the bathroom door, I stalk back to the sink and stare at my reflection again for a moment, silently chastising myself for letting my fantasy run rampant.

Then I push down my pants.

My dick springs free, thick and engorged, and I waste no time wrapping my palm around it, stroking the way I’ve done countless times.

Only unlike the times before, a certain redhead flashes through my mind as I pump from root to tip.

This is so wrong.

“ Fuck ,” I moan. Why does wrong feel so damn good?

Releasing my dick, I spit into my open palm, then grip my shaft tighter.

Bracing myself with one hand against the bathroom counter, my hips thrust in time with my strokes, and I tip my head back in pure blissful agony.

With each charge forward, I inch closer to my release. I fuck my hand with fervor, my mind never straying from Hailey. I picture her smile, and the way her lips would look so pretty wrapped around me.

Would she take me down her throat, letting me fuck her face until she swallowed every last drop? Or would she prefer to be in charge, guiding me to my release with precise flicks of her tongue against?—

My balls tighten, and that’s the only warning I have before I detonate, coming so hard my hand slaps against the counter and I groan long and hard as my cum shoots like a geyser against the lower cabinets.

My body hums in relief as I expel days of pent-up tension, the evidence now pooling on the floor. But I give myself a minute, my eyes closing as my chest rises and falls while I come down from heaven.

Fifteen minutes later I’m dressed and ready for the day, the bathroom cleaner than it was. I push away the guilt about who was on my mind while I chased my release, though I’m not claiming to be a perfect man.

The glaring fact of the matter is I’m insanely attracted to Hailey.

I can’t deny that she’s beautiful, nor should I have to.

But I absolutely, under no circumstances, will fuck this up for Sailor.

So I remind myself again , for the third time in five minutes, that she’s off-limits. That includes fantasizing about her.

What I just did in the bathroom—it’s a one-off.

It has to be.

As I descend the stairs, Hailey’s laughter—her genuine, pure elatement—echoes through my under-furnished home. The sound makes me freeze mid-step as it pierces me through the chest, immediately bringing a smile to my face.

When I round the corner, two sets of eyes snap at me. “Morning ladies.” I stop in front of Sailor, bending to press a kiss against the top of her head. “How’s everyone doing today?”

“Hailey made pancakes!” Sailor’s excitement carries through her voice, then she stuffs her mouth full of another bite of the syrup-doused pancake.

“I see that, they smell delicious.”

“Can I make you a plate?” Hailey moves around the counter and reaches for a clean dish for me before I can answer.

“I’m running late, but thank you. I’m just going to grab a protein shake.” Although, the only thing I’m hungry for, sweetheart, is you.

Walking around the opposite side of the counter, I reach into the top cabinet to grab a shaker bottle.

When I turn to grab some almond milk from the fridge, I don’t realize Hailey is standing so close, and my chest bumps into her shoulder. “Shit. Sorry!”

“I’m sorry!” she says at the same time, her cheeks growing rosy. “Let me make you a to-go box, that way if you’re hungry later, you’ll have something.” Hailey sidesteps and reaches into a different cabinet to grab a glass container. “I cut up some strawberries earlier, too.”

“You’re too good to us.”

She smiles, then seconds later we both reach for the refrigerator, and my hand covers hers as we both try to pull it open.

My skin against hers is electrifying, and I’m taken aback by the intense urge to tangle our fingers together just so I can make the feeling last longer.

“Oh my gosh! I’m sorry!” She giggles. Stepping away from the fridge quickly, she turns to the kitchen island, and I close it. Without meaning to, my eyes trail her body, hugged perfectly by a light yellow shirt with flowers on it and tight jeans.

“All good.” I let out a strained chuckle, turning my attention elsewhere.

The physical contact and the view made my dick hard and now I’m thinking about her thighs wrapped around my head.

Fuck . “On Saturday we’re having our team barbecue at the stadium at three.

I’d love for Sailor to be there.” And you. “Think you could bring her for a bit?”

“Of course! Happy to.”

“Thanks.” What am I supposed to be doing right now? Oh, right. Protein shake.

Never grabbed the almond milk.

It’s a weird feeling—hard for me to tell what type of tension it is, at least from her.

Mine is pure, carnal need for this woman and I can’t explain why, all of a sudden, I’m feeling desperate for her.

Clearing my throat, I pull the stainless steel door open again. “Should be back early tonight. Hopefully.”

There’s a soft sound of a container lid hitting the counter as I pull out the half-gallon carton, letting the fridge slam once I’m out of the way.

With a rapid turn I take a step forward and immediately crash into Hailey, who’s bent over at the waist. As my semi-hard groin connects with her incredible ass, our bodies seem to fuse together like magnets.

Hailey sucks in a sharp breath at the contact and on instinct, my free hand flies to her hip, gripping it tightly as she straightens.

For several long, torturous but incredible seconds, neither of us moves, and as subtly as possible, I breathe her in.

Wrong move, because it sends my dick into a full salute. With my shaft now completely poking into her in greeting, I’m forced to step back. Again, I clear my throat. “I’m so sorry.”

Emphasis on the so. Please don’t sue me for harassment I’m just so damn attracted to you I can’t fucking think straight .

The look on her face can only be described as horrified as her round, emerald eyes widen. “What? You are?”

Shit. I said that out loud.

Fuck it.

I smirk at her, but don’t touch on the subject further. “I’ve got to run.”

Flee, more like.

Abandoning the almond milk and shaker bottle on the counter, I rush to Sailor and give her another quick kiss on top of the head. “Love you, Sail. Daddy will see you in a few hours, okay?”

I vaguely register my daughter saying goodbye as I practically sprint from my kitchen, unable to look Hailey in the eye.

She’s going to quit. I practically dry humped her from behind in the middle of my kitchen, after jacking off to the thought of her this morning. Thank fuck she doesn’t know the latter, or I’d probably be in cuffs by now.

By the time I make it out of my driveway and onto the road, my heart is racing and I’m still hard from remembering how Hailey’s body felt against mine. I’m fucked, so fucked.

I want her.

God dammit, she’s the last person on this planet I should want.

Resting my hand on top of the steering wheel I coast down the freeway and palm my aching shaft that will not calm the fuck down, trying to adjust quickly—the stadium is about to come in to view.

The last thing on my mind should be the redheaded vixen caring for my daughter, spending her days at my home and already fitting in so perfectly to our lives.

I should be thinking about work. About the Bears.

My to-do list for today is so long, I’m not sure I’ll accomplish everything—not with the way these dickheads on the team act with each other. It didn’t take long for them to settle in as a family, taunting and pranking each other at every turn, which I do appreciate. Makes my job slightly easier.

But I know I’ll have my work cut out for me today when I see Jensen, Austin, and Gareth leaning against a brand new, blacked out, McLaren Artura the second I pull into the nearly empty stadium lot.

I don’t know which one of these dumbasses mismanaged their money this immensely, but I swear twenty-somethings shouldn’t have access to the millions they earn each year.

Gareth’s smile broadens as I pull up next to the car. I’d put money on it being Austin’s. Seems like something he’d go out and buy.

“Hey, Coach.” Gareth pops open the top of a pink donut box, presenting it to me as I hop out of my truck.

“Mornin’,” I grumble, purposely leaving out ‘good’ since it hasn’t been that great on my end. My brows furrow. I can’t believe I fucking did that.

“Thought we could all use something sweet this morning.”

Grabbing my duffle from the backseat, I eye the donuts while I nudge both car doors closed. The box would send my kid into a frenzy. Cake donuts with frosting of chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, and— “Sprinkles?”

“Fuck ya.” Austin grabs a pink one and shoves half into his mouth. “These are the best. Don’t try to deny it.” Crumbs fly from his lips with every syllable.

Gareth shakes his head at Austin. “For some reason this is the only thing the donut shop had left.”

“You’re a fucking pig,” Jensen scoffs, his face full of disgust as he looks at Austin.

Austin simply laughs. “Oh, c’mon. Pull the stick out of your ass, Fields.”

“I’m good, thanks though,” I finally say to Gareth once the exchange between Jensen and Austin is over. He closes the lid.

“I expect you three on the field in ten.” I press the key fob in my pocket, engaging the lock on my truck.

“You got it!” Austin calls out, but I’m already a quarter of the way through the parking lot.

I was right—I’m going to have my work cut out for me today.