and Rian and asks, “What about you two? Any prospects in the works or are you forever going to be Bert and Ernie?”
Sean flips him off while Rian says, “Dating fucking sucks.”
Could not agree more, it’s why I’m so thankful I have Milly, because I could not imagine having to go through the dating process once I make it to the big leagues. I’m sure it’s why Cory has been so guarded; it can’t be easy.
Mr. Potter grabs my attention and says, “Are you looking forward to regionals?”
The rest of the night, we eat pizza, talk about baseball—poor Mrs. Potter is bored out of her mind—and the potential for each rising baseball player looking to be drafted in the first round. All the men at the table and Milly believe I’ll be drafted early in the first round. It sends a bolt of nerves and excitement through my veins.
Drafted in the first round would be a dream come true.
Drafted in the first round with my girl by my side? Nothing could be more incredible. I didn’t know that part of my dream was to have the love of a good woman with me, but now I can’t imagine anything else. That would be perfect.
“Come here.” I hold out my arms, and Milly climbs onto the bed and straddles my lap, wearing a pair of short plaid shorts and the baseball shirt I let her borrow the other day. It’s enormous on her but she looks good in it.
Really fucking good.
“Did you have fun?” she asks, dancing her fingers over my bare chest. “My family can be a little invasive. I hope they didn’t scare you away.”
“You’re currently sitting on my lap, and I’m pretty sure there are hearts in my eyes as I stare up at you, so you tell me if I was scared away.”
“Hearts in your eyes?” She leans down and brings her forearms to my chest, propping herself up just enough so her lips can find mine. “Does that mean you like me even more after meeting my family?”
“You could say that. Seeing how you interact with them, the way you all laugh the same, with a slight tilt to your head, and how much love you have for every single one of them was really sexy. I don’t have a big family, it’s always been just my dad and me since my mom passed, so it was nice seeing how you interact with your family . . . like they’re part of your lifeline.”
“They mean everything to me. They’re the reason I have so much confidence to do what I do.”
“I could tell. But I hope you know, it only made me want to attach myself more to you. Are you prepared for that? I might become a clinger.”
“Are you telling me you’re not already a clinger?” She kisses my chin. “Because from the way you can’t stop touching me, I’d say you’re a stage-five clinger.”
I shrug. “Where you’re concerned, I’m not ashamed to admit that yeah, I might be a stage-five clinger.”
She chuckles and brings her lips to mine. My hands fall to her back and my mouth parts, giving her more access. She shifts up my body and brings her arms by my head where she straddles my ears. Her hands fall to the short strands of my hair and they twist and turn as her lips capture mine in a warm, passionate kiss that has my body stirring and my groin hardening.
Tongues dancing, our mouths taking control, I glide my hands under her shirt and drag the fabric up and over her head. She sits up, helping me remove it completely, leaving her in a purple lace bra that barely covers her ample breasts. Her hair falls over her shoulders in a mound of curls and her shorts are folded at the waist, showing off her fit body.
She’s so fucking hot.
Hands on her thighs, I say, “Mills, you’re a fucking dream girl.”
She smiles at me. “You’re not so bad yourself. Do you like my bra?”
“A lot. Please don’t tell me Cory, oh God, or Cheryl, got that for you too.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I picked this out just for you.”
“That’s hot. Does your underwear match?” She nods. “Let me see.” She shifts off me for a second, removes her shorts, and then climbs back on my lap. My hands fall to her bare ass and my eyes widen. “Are you wearing a thong?”