Page 51 of Dibs
It took a second for me to remember that I’d texted him I wasn’t going to be at school because I wasn’t feeling good. “Nah, I’m feeling fine now.”
I felt like an asshole lying to my kids, and I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to hide my relationship with Chase if it required me to keep secrets from them.
* * *
It tooka week and a half before Chase and I were able to see each other again. He’d had his kids, and I’d been busy with my boys and the high school baseball team. Since Jase and Cammie were back with Jamie, Chase was coming over to chat about the upcoming tryouts for the travel ball team.
I’d just started the dishwasher when the doorbell rang. A smile spread across my face as I dried my hands and opened the door. “Hey,” I greeted, my voice huskier than normal.
“Hey,” he returned and stepped into the entryway quickly checking that we didn’t have an audience before pecking me on the lips. It was difficult to have him right there in front of me and not be able to touch him like I wanted since my boys were home. We had texted every day, but that was a poor substitute for actually spending time together.
“I’ve missed you.”
“Me too,” he replied as he followed me further into the house.
I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge on the way to the living room.
We sat next to each other on the couch, close enough our arms brushed against each other. I twisted the cap off my beer and took a large swig.
He did the same before whispering, “I really want to make out with you right now.”
Heat coursed through me as his warm breath tickled my neck. How could those simple words turn me on so much? I’d experienced nothing like the passion Chase and I shared, and I was quickly becoming addicted.
I faced him and looked into his eyes. “Then do it.”
It was still risky since Tyler and Dylan were in the house, but we’d hear them before they made it to the living room, so we’d have some warning if they ventured downstairs.
He cupped the back of my head with one hand while resting the other on my thigh. Time seemed to stand still as he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. I needed more, so I deepened the kiss, our tongues moving together languidly. His grip on my leg tightened while I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his muscular back.
Before we got too lost in each other, I heard one of the bedroom doors open and someone clambered down the stairs. Chase and I broke apart, and I grabbed my coach’s binder from the coffee table just as Dylan rounded the corner and headed to the fridge.
“Hi, Chase,” he greeted and pulled out a water bottle.
“It’s Coach now,” I reminded him, hoping he didn’t notice that my voice was off. Chase’s kiss had nearly left me breathless.
Chase smiled. “Hey, Dylan. Are you ready for tryouts?”
My son smiled. “I think so. I’ve been practicing every day.”
“That’s what I want to hear.”
Dylan grabbed a cookie from the counter. “Dad, can I play Mario Kart now?”
“Are you done with your homework?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“Okay, but you need to take a shower in an hour.”
“All right,” he replied and headed to his room.
When I heard his door close, I turned to Chase. “As much as I’d love to continue what we started, we should probably talk baseball like we planned. This binder includes all the drills we use to assess the players’ abilities as well as the ranking sheets.”
“Are you going to stay when Dylan tries out?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, but this is your team now. I’ll be in the stands like any other parent.”
Time flew by as Chase asked some questions, and I helped him finalize his plan for the upcoming weekend.
