chapter 62
“Tell me what I can do to make you happy.”
I rolled over onto his chest, and looked up at him. “Trade Perkins,” I said, without hesitation.
Tobey laughed. “That’s it? Your key to lifelong happiness?”
Lifelong happiness? A concept given up years ago. “He’s dead weight. His knee is shot,” I pointed out. “And he smokes. If he doesn’t care enough to quit, he doesn’t care enough about his job.”
“Some things can’t be quit, Ty.” His eyes darkened, and his hand, the one wrapped around my waist, slid lower.
“Like chocolate?” I teased, laughing when he moved on top of me, kissing my neck, his hand tightening on my butt and pulling me into place.
“Sure,” he mumbled, pushing my legs apart, wrapping them around his waist. “Go with chocolate.”
Then he yanked at my panties, pulling them aside, and I stopped thinking about Perkins and chocolate. I wrapped my arms around his neck, I opened my mouth to his greedy kiss, and I gasped out a sigh when he thrust inside of me.
He loved me. Fiercely. Unselfishly. For most women, it was all they needed in life.
But me, I needed the curse to stop.
I needed a year to pass without blood marring our pinstripes.
I needed a World Series win.