Page 8 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
He pants into my hair for a few seconds, then whispers, “You had perfect timing, as usual.”
“I’m not sure I should get much credit for the timing.” I shiver as the sensations continue to tingle through my body. “You know I pretty much lose control once you’re inside.”
“Really?” He wraps me up tighter. “I had no idea.”
“You’re such a liar. I really horny liar,” I say, laughing as I rub my head against his chest to try to get it to stop spinning. “Joe’s waiting.”
“He can wait.” He kisses the top of my head as he starts rubbing my back. “You need your recovery time.”
“Since it usually takes me about an hour to recover from all that, you might as well let him in now.”
He presses me more firmly against the wall as his tongue parts my lips. My head starts spinning again as he takes a slow, deep kiss.
“Stop,” I say when he finally pulls back. “That doesn’t help my recovery.”
He brushes his cheek against mine. “I’m going to miss you so much.”
“It’s only a couple days,” I say, running my fingers through his hair.
“It shouldn’t be any days. I’ve played for this team for nine seasons. They’ve never made us stay in a hotel before home games.”
“This is your first World Series. I guess they think it’s different.”
Another knock at the door. Well, really more like a pounding.
He carries me over to the intercom. “Be there in a minute, Joe.”
“Yep,” Joe gets out before Seb clicks it off.
He sets me back down on the island and nuzzles his face into my hair as I start to unwind myself from his body. “You’re everything to me. I’d quit baseball today if you wanted me to. You know that, right? If this all gets to be too much for you, just tell me and I’m done that second.”
“It’s not too much. I don’t want you to quit.” I nod toward the front door. “You need to let him in before he breaks down the door. Go.”
He brushes his lips over mine, sighs, and then heads toward the front door.
“What took you so long?” Joe’s gruff tone vibrates through the house. “We’re already running late.”
“Do we really have to do this?” Seb asks as he walks back into the kitchen. “It’s bullshit.”
“Hey, Soph.” Joe follows Seb around the corner. “You ready for this week?”
“Hey, Joe.” I glance up at him as I’m picking up the book that fell off the shelf. “Yeah, I think. It’s going to be crazy.”
Seb pulls me back against him. “It would be less crazy if the team would let us stay with our wives like we’re grown-ass men.”
“I’ll be fine,” I say as he circles his arms around me. “Really. Just worry about baseball for the next few weeks.”
Joe points toward the front door. “Seb, we need to leave. Drew said everyone had to be in the hotel by two. It’s 1:28. With traffic, we’ll be lucky to even make it on time at this point.”
Seb doesn’t move. “I play better when I spend the night before a game with my wife.”
“Why are you arguing with me?” Joe throws up his hands. “You know it’s not my decision. I’m paid to get you where you need to go safely. And right now, where you need to go is that fucking hotel.”
“Babe, you have to go.” I take Seb’s hand and pull him toward the foyer. He follows me, dragging his feet. “I’ll see you at the party tonight.”
“For what? Like twenty minutes?” He picks up his suitcase as Joe opens the front door.
“Babe,” I say, squeezing his hand, “it’s not like we’d be alone here anyway. Our parents are arriving in the next few hours. And your sister and my brothers come in tomorrow. Our house will be packed.”
