Page 42 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
ChapterThirteen
SOPHIE
October 30, 2022
“I just want to lick you. Settle down.”
“Oh my god,” I say, shoving Kit away from me. “Butch! Control your woman. She’s trying to lick me.”
“Pass,” he says, leaning back on a bar stool. “I like my woman wild. You go ahead and lick her, baby. Let Daddy watch.”
“Eww! Stop referring to yourself as Daddy.” I try to whack him across the chest.
He grabs my hand and curls it into a fist. “I see you subscribe to the Raine style of fighting. The fist is your friend. Use it. Open-hand is for babies.”
“Really?” I ask. “Do you know babies who are using open-hand slapping as a defensive technique?”
“Some,” he says, rolling a toothpick around in his mouth. “Mine’s going to be hitting with a fist from day one, though.”
“Speaking of,” I say, hip bumping Kit away from me as she tries to lick me again, “you’re going to be real parents soon. You’ll have to learn how to behave in public.”
“Naw, that’s not true at all,” Butch says. “Some of the wildest people I know are parents.”
“Are you talking about me again, honey?” Millie walks up behind him and circles her arms around his neck.
“You know I am, sugar,” he says, kissing her cheek.
“I still don’t understand this group’s free-loving-on-Butch policy.” I look at Kit. “Millie and Raine are always hugging on him. Doesn’t that bother you?”
“Not at all,” she says, smiling as Millie squeezes him even tighter. “He can hug on whoever he wants as long as he’s only sticking it in me.”
“Oh my god!” I choke on my drink and spit half of it out.
“Soph,” Millie says, handing me a napkin, “if you’re going to hang with us, you have to learn the rules. First rule, Butch and Sam are free game for all the hugs you can give them. Second, we say what we mean. You need to toughen up.”
Maisie pounds on my back a few times as I continue to cough. “Toughen up, Soph. This group is amazing. You have to be part of it, so I can be part of it by association.”
“Agree, we need both of you in the group,” Kit says as she backs up in between Butch’s legs. He gives her butt a squeeze then circles his arms around her waist. “Okay, Soph, if you won’t let me lick your perfume, at least tell me what it is so I can start wearing it for my man.”
“Oh, baby, you don’t need to do anything else to turn me on.” Butch buries his head in her neck. “And if you like it enough to want to lick it off Sophie, it sounds like I should be wearing it. I’ll start taking baths in it if necessary.”
“It’s not, baby.” She spins around in his arms and licks his lips. “You know I like to lick you anyway.”
“Stop!” I put my hands over my eyes. “The PDA in this group is just—”
“Shut up!” Maisie pulls my hands down. “What are you even talking about? You and Seb are always on each other.”
“Not like that!” I point at Butch and Kit.
Kit turns back around and smiles. “Watch, learn, and then try it on your own. What’s the name of the perfume?”
“Salt Air.” I grab the bottle out of my bag and spray it at her. She starts licking the air. “It’s supposed to smell like the beach. I’m never wearing it around you again.”
“Do I want to know why Kit’s licking at the air?” Nash asks as he walks over to us. He holds up his hand. “Nope. Wait. I definitely don’t want to know. I withdraw the question. Butch, poker game starting over in the corner. You up?”
“Yep,” Butch says, giving Kit another kiss before he stands up. “Millie, you want in?”
“No, sweetie,” she says, smiling. “I’ll let you keep your money tonight. I think I’m going to hang with my ladies.”
