Chapter 17
— Scout —
“How’s it looking, Lin?”
My physiotherapist’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, though her expression remained unreadable. Her gaze narrowed a fraction as she internalized her assessment of my elbow. “You want the good news?”
My heart kicked with trepidation. My entire season rode on this evaluation. “Hit me.”
“I believe you’re ready to rejoin the team, Scout. You won’t be in for as many innings as you’re used to, though. We want to re-introduce you slowly to reduce the chances of re-injury. If it happens again, we’re looking at surgery,” she warned.
My mouth dried at the prospect of going under the knife. I’d be out for more than a few series: It would end my entire season as well as jeopardize the next .
While sending silent prayers skyward, I rolled my tongue across my lower lip, then nodded. “I understand the risks.”
Hell, they’d been all I’d thought about in between working my ass off through the rehab and having so much downtime while separated from the team. Remmy had taken the edge off, and I found myself craving her yesterday afternoon after she went home; however, the niggling worry had remained at the back of my head like the sharpest pinprick. Not exactly felt but present enough to make itself known without warning.
Linney dropped onto the rolling chair near the massage table, then leaned forward with her elbows on her knees. “From here, I’ll give Owen, Bobby, and Dallas my recommendation. If they’re all happy, we’ll get our tickets booked to meet the team in Baltimore.”
“Sounds like a mighty fine plan.” I flexed my arm back and forth as if to solidify her opinion.
It had settled well with no flare-ups—just as the progressive throwing program was designed to mitigate. I trusted Linney’s advice and knowledge. And I also appreciated that she couldn’t join the team until I’d fully recovered. Thankfully we had Owen, our second team physiotherapist, still able to tour with the team when a player such as myself had to rehab at home.
A knowing smile appeared on Linney’s face. “I’m chomping at the bit to join the team too.”
“It sucks being left behind,” I murmured.
“It certainly does.” She wiggled her computer mouse until the screen came to life. “Let me write up your notes and give Bobby a call, then we can sort out you rejoining the team.”
Elation inflated my chest. Finally. Fucking finally , I was back on track with my season.
The satisfaction of my hard work paying off was expected; however, the other urge wasn’t…
I thanked Linney again, then had my phone pressed to my ear as I pushed through the heavy door into the gym. I held my breath like a teenage girl calling her crush while waiting for Remmy to pick up. She left me hanging for eight rings before her husky, breathy voice hit my ear.
“Hey. Long time, no hear.”
“Ha ha,” I drawled. “You know damn well I rocked your world yesterday. And the day before that.”
The laugh that never failed to create my smile came through the phone. “Sure, keep telling yourself that, Ace.”
“I will, because we both know it’s true.”
Her, “Uh huh,” seemed a little distracted.
“Whatcha up to?” I asked, sitting open-kneed on the weights bench, leaning forward.
“Just working. You?”
“I’ve just received good news. I got cleared to play. I’ll be rejoining the team soon.” I pumped my fist while sharing the outcome with her. Baseball came first, always.
“That’s awesome,” Remmy gushed. “When do you go?”
“Dunno exactly—sometime this week. But I do know one thing for sure.”
She scoffed quietly, her voice turning wry. “And what’s that?”
I sat back and grinned. “I’m coming by later. I need you as many times as I can before I go.”
While baseball always had been and always would be my number one addiction, I’d quickly become hooked on Remmy. Hooked at first goddamn sight. I liked our no bullshit, sexy arrangement. Waking with her in my condo was a nice little bonus.
A playful lilt danced within her voice. “Do you just? And what if I already have plans?”
“Unmake them. I’m your plan now. The entire plan. I’m nothing but the plan,” I declared like a fool.
Remmy’s snicker made my pulse jump. “You’re oozing desperation again, Ace.” Her tone then dropped with a sexy grit that had my mouth drying and my dick stirring. “Beg me.”
“I’ve already done my beggin’, honey. I’m a one and done kind of guy.”
She snorted. “You calling me proves you wrong.”
I stood abruptly and twisted my cap backward. Pacing the gym did little to wear off the pent-up tension that I couldn’t wait to fuck out of my system again.
“I’m one and done with beggin’, sweetheart. As for fucking you… I’m at what? Ten? No, it’s gotta be more than that. Regardless, I’m nowhere near done yet,” I declared.
“I guess I’ll just wait here naked, with my legs open, touching myself while waiting for you to show up, then?”
I sat my ass down again to hide my growing boner. “What’s your address?”
“How bad do you want it?”
A layer of goosebumps prickled across my shoulders. Her seductive, low tone did crazy things to me. Sent my hunger for her through the roof and my dick straining within my shorts.
“So fucking bad,” I whispered.
Her breathy inhale stopped my heart. I swallowed thickly around the aroused thickening in my throat. “Are you… are you touching yourself?”
“Yeah,” came her breathy reply.
I hissed through my teeth. Fuck . “Where?”
Another shuddering inhale had my toes curling within my shoes. I was thirty seconds away from sprinting to the bathroom to rub one out.
“In my kitchen,” Remmy purred.
My teeth bit harder, clenching and releasing in time with my fist. “Where on your body , Remmy?”
“Oh…” A smile entered her tone. “I bet you’ll never guess.”
Images of her pleasuring herself had me cradling my head in my hand and squeezing my eyes shut as if closing myself off would grant me mercy from the ache consuming my entire body.
“Please tell me you’re fingering your pussy,” I whispered on a restricted exhale.
“Better,” she purred, then giggled. “So much better.”
My eyes flared open. I stared at the industrial carpet on the gym floor as heat crept up my chest. “You’re not?”
A flirty little titter came through the phone again. “Not what?”
“Fingering your asshole?” I hissed in disbelief.
“ What !” Remmy laughed so loud I pulled the phone away from my ear in shock. “No, I’m not fingering my asshole,” she exclaimed through laughter.
Heat hit my cheeks. Thank God I was alone in the gym, saving myself from further humiliation.
“Well, I thought that— that—” I stammered like a complete fool. “I thought what could be better than fingering pussy?”
“Well, it’s not fingering one’s own anus. Oh my god, Scout!”
“What was it, then?” I demanded through her hysterical cackling. “What were you touching?”
“You really wanna know?”
“Yes!” Now I was getting pissed.
Remmy snickered. “My earlobe. It felt nice.”
“Fuck me to tears, Remmy!” I yelled, totally bewildered. “I thought you were all up in that sweet pussy of yours.”
The echoes of my outburst echoed around me as she laughed again. “I really had you going, didn’t I?”
A frustrated growl gathered low in my throat. “You’re gonna pay for that later. Text me your address. And be sure to hydrate because I’m going to have you coming so much you’ll be begging for electrolytes. Don’t wait up.”
I disconnected before she could rile me further and tossed my phone on the weights bench before stalking across the room. Leg day always sucked but doing it with a boner that wouldn’t fully deflate was the goddamn cherry on top.