Chapter 7 This Is Your Moment
THIS IS YOUR MOMENT
“So you’re enjoying yourself then?” Sam asked, scratching the side of his head with his pen.
I blinked at him. “What?”
He laughed. “The interviews? Cash and Sawyer? It just seems like you’re having a lot of fun. The articles read as very inspired, I think it’s why readers are latching onto them so much. And that’s definitely driving up sales, both here at the paper and for the team.”
He laid out the five articles I’d written so far across his desk, which were now categorized online as Profiling America’s Baseball Sweethearts. My byline stared back at me, followed by paragraph after paragraph about the two men I’d accidentally fallen in love with.
“That’s not me,” I said. “That’s all them. Cash and Sawyer are the real deal. I’m just reporting the truth, as usual.”
Sam dropped his elbows down onto his desk. “Sure. But you saw something in them first. You’ve got an eye for talent, Darcy.”
Now here you are, as if fate demanded it.
I attempted a smile so he wouldn’t see me tremble. “This is what you get for believing in me, I guess. Award-winning journalism and increased sales.”
He grinned back. “To be honest, that’s why I wanted you to come in today. You know the guys upstairs have got their interest piqued.”
“In what way?”
“In the climbing-the-career-ladder kind of way,” he said. “The sports section needs a new head editor, Darcy.”
My stomach plummeted. A month ago, I would have been salivating at this news. But that was before what happened between the three of us on that bus.
Exhaustion from the full-body release of my orgasm had me tumbling into sleep faster than I’d expected. Before I knew it, my head was cushioned on Sawyer’s lap while his fingers stroked my hair. I learned in the morning that Cash had stood guard all night, making sure no one saw us.
I woke into a world where I’d been both protected and caressed, a feeling I wanted to cling to with both hands. As we stumbled together off the bus, Cash and Sawyer were grabbed for practice before we could really talk and I was grateful that the rest of the players were acting normally.
If anyone had seen anything, they didn’t indicate it.
Though if they had, I still wouldn’t have regretted it. That’s how I’d ended up driving to Philly in a rental car in a complete daze, staring out at the blue sky as if it was my first time truly seeing it.
Or maybe being finger-fucked into oblivion by one hot baseball player while a second one jerked off so I could watch was making me more grateful for the little things in life.
Now here I was, back in Philly after my entire world had transformed in a matter of weeks, with no idea of what to do next.
“I mean, we can’t have you following Cash and Sawyer around forever,” Sam said, yanking me back to the present. “As much as you like writing about them.”
I swallowed. “What do you mean?”
He shrugged. “They want to capitalize on your success right now. And the baseball season is long. We can send someone else on staff to do periodic updates with Cash and Sawyer. But if they promote you, things are gonna change immediately.”
“That would be higher profile, right? A bigger spotlight on me?”
“Sure. But that’s what you’ve always wanted.” Sam spread his hands, indicating the breadth of my words on his desk. “This is your moment, Darcy. You should take it.”
It was my moment and suddenly what I wanted felt impossible. A life with Cash and Sawyer. To stay respected in my industry. For the two of them to be out and open without fear. For the three of us not to be forced into making this new relationship a secret.
The risks were so high — at what point were we giving up too much?
Then again, at what point were we letting others force us to hide when we deserved to be free?
By the time I made it back to the hotel where the team was staying in DC, the Revolution had won, 9-0. Cash had pitched a no-hitter and Sawyer hit a home-run.
I listened to the game on the radio, wishing I’d been there to see them in their element while knowing how we all felt about each other.
Striding into the lobby, my entire body shook with the knowledge of what I was about to do. Of what we were about to risk.
I’d gotten a text from Sawyer that just said “Room 302. The receptionist knows to give you a key.” And it was true. I was handed one as soon as I stepped in, with a discreet nod from the staff. With my heart like a jackhammer, I rode the elevator, walked down the hallway and stopped.
Room 302. Just the three of us, two hotel beds, and one lock on the door.
It beeped. The door swung open.
And I walked into a fantasy.
Cash was fucking Sawyer on the bed, both of them panting, groaning. They were naked, every muscle flexing, all thick thighs and massive shoulders. Sweat shone on their skin. I wanted to lick up every drop.
Sawyer was on his back with his legs hitched around Cash’s hips, his cock hard and straining. Cash was standing at the edge of the bed, thrusting deep, his hands gripping Sawyer’s ass so tightly I could see marks.
Their heads turned when they heard me, and I was greeted with a set of agonized smiles.
“You came,” Cash breathed. With one hand on Sawyer’s chest, he slowed his thrusts. “Thank fucking god.”
Sawyer could barely speak, was only uttering please over and over. Was gazing at me like I was every dream he’d ever prayed for. Which I understood, because they were mine.
I stripped slowly, shimmying out of my clothes and enjoying the way each reveal of skin made them fuck each other more eagerly. The heady power of it, controlling the reactions of two world-class athletes with such finely-crafted will-power.
I ached in a way I never thought possible. Craved to be utterly wrecked by these two men in front of me.
When I was fully naked, Cash cursed. “Christ, you’re beautiful. Look at you.”
Sawyer gasped and moved to stroke his cock.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Cash snapped. To me, he said, “Come.”
But I was already walking toward the bed with two sets of eyes scouring every inch of my body.
“I missed you,” I said. “I broke the speed limit all the way here.”
Sawyer tried to laugh but it came out as a groan. “Oh, ace, you have no idea. Get over here.”
Cash hinged forward, opening Sawyer’s knees wide. I watched, captivated, as his cock slid into Sawyer’s ass. Watched as Sawyer’s dick jerked, saw his fingers twisting in the bedsheets, the utter desperation of it.
I crawled toward them with a smirk on my face. “Do you have time to answer a few questions from your favorite reporter?”
Instead of answering me, Sawyer dragged my mouth to his for a breathless kiss. Cash grunted above us, Sawyer shook, and I kissed him greedily.
“Fuck,” he hissed against my lips. “Oh fuck, fuck…Darcy.”
I pulled back to see him come all over his stomach, his entire spine arched and face flushed. Cash growled and didn’t stop moving, his hips smacking against Sawyer’s ass. Dipping my head, I lapped up a drop of come that was sliding down his abs.
Cash yanked me back up. “Give that to me.”
He kissed me roughly, tongue stroking mine and then Cash — my polite Southern gentleman — climaxed with his head thrown back and sweat beading in his chest hair.
I sat back on my heels and stared with wide eyes, transfixed. Cash pulled out of Sawyer and used a nearby towel to clean them both up, their smiles relieved and happy. Their kisses affectionate, their fingers smoothing back locks of hair.
As soon as they’d caught their breath, I was being scooped into their arms, naked skin on naked skin, a feeling so delicious that I shivered from head to toe.
Two sets of hands smoothed down my body, cupped my breasts, nuzzled my throat, caressed my face. How lucky was I, to be invited into this abundant love?
“It doesn’t feel the same without you here now,” Cash murmured, kissing me softly. “But I know how scary it must have been to step through that door.”
“I don’t feel scared anymore,” I admitted, watching Sawyer’s abs twitch as I stroked them. “I feel adored.”
They both stood up then, leaving me sprawled naked on the bed while they eyed me with a predatory gleam. That silent communication they’d mastered on the field, the intimacy of their shared movements, was becoming clear to me.
Because now I was their sole focus.
Pushing up onto my elbows, I said, “Is it my turn?”
Cash’s grin was wicked. “Yes, ma’am. It sure is.”