Behind the Plate (The Boys of Baseball #2) - J. Sterling Page 0,22
already is. I wasn’t supposed to have a female tutor in the first place,” I practically spat before storming inside the house and slamming the front door.
Dammit.
I’d just done the worst thing I could possibly do. I’d lost my cool for no good reason at all. This girl was already embedded in my head and screwing me up, and now, Mac knew it too. I’d all but confirmed it for him.
I’d slept like shit. Tossed and turned all night, Danika’s hazel eyes showing up in my dreams whenever I was blessed enough to fall asleep. She haunted me. I’d known her less than twenty-four hours, and she was already fucking with my peace. Mac saying that she might not be happy in her relationship was like a seed he’d planted in my brain. It had grown all night long, sprouting branches and leaves.
I’d never even considered it before … the state of her relationship. Danika didn’t strike me as the kind of girl who stayed in something for the sake of staying. She was too full of piss and vinegar for that, all New York attitude mixed with fire. But then again, I didn’t really know the girl at all. Maybe she wasn’t at all how she seemed. Now that we were friends, I guessed I could always find out.
A knock on my door before it opened had me annoyed. I must have forgotten to lock it after I’d gone into the kitchen for water in the middle of the night.
Mac popped his head in. “Good, you’re awake.”
“What do you want?” I sat up, propping my pillows up behind my back.
“How long until you have class?”
I grabbed my cell phone from the nightstand where it was charging and read the time. “Not for a few hours. Why?”
“Can you come with me to the cages? I need you to look at my swing.”
I sat up in bed, leaning my back against the cold wall. “What’s wrong with it?” I sincerely wondered because Mac’s swing was just fine as far as I knew.
“I’ve been looking at videos, and I want to work on my power. Just need to make sure I do it right and don’t get into any bad habits,” he explained while I nodded along.
That made sense. Hitting for power gave you an advantage over other players. If you could prove that you could hit home runs, scouts looked a little harder in your direction when the time came.
“Give me ten minutes to shower, and I’ll come get you.”
“Thanks,” he said before leaving, closing my door behind him.
I tossed off my covers, raked my fingers through my hair, and headed into the bathroom. My focus drifted the minute I stepped into the hot water and started running my soapy hands over my dick. Danika’s eyes flashed in my mind. Her red lips parted. I imagined her on her knees in front of me, taking me into her mouth, moaning with delight at the control she had. She owned me, and she knew it. Reveled in it as she sucked and pulled at me, her hands working in unison with her lips.
“You like that?” she asked, and I couldn’t even speak a response.
I worked faster, tossing my head back, still imagining that it was Danika’s mouth sucking me off and not my hand doing all the work.
“Fuuuck,” I said under my breath, and I knew I was close.
Her lips formed a small smile as she looked up at me, her hazel eyes filled with desire and the need to please me.
Faster. I worked my hand faster, jerking and pulling, and still, her face was all I saw. I quickened my pace until I exploded. The white liquid flying out, coating my fingertips, dripping down my dick as I slowed down and finally opened my eyes to survey my otherwise empty shower.
My breathing evened out, and my heart rate steadied as post-orgasm reality crashed down around me. Before I could berate myself for getting lost in a fantasy with someone else’s girlfriend, I convinced myself that it was completely normal … that I hadn’t done anything wrong because none of it was real. It was just pretend. But it still ate me up inside as I finished the rest of my shower.
After getting dressed, I tried to force it all from my head. I walked down the hall toward Mac’s room and knocked on the door before opening it like he’d done to me.