37. Hadley
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Hadley
I tug my zip-up hoodie around me a little tighter as a breeze rolls through. The lights over the field flicker on between innings as the sun sets far enough that it isn’t easy to see the game.
Evelyn bounces on the metal bench beside me as her dad steps up to the plate. “Go, Daddy, go,” she cheers.
He looks over our way, giving her a smile and me a wink that makes tingles shoot through my limbs.
I don’t know what shifted with him a little over a week ago. He’s back to texting me, and when we do get the chance to see each other, he isn’t acting like he’s terrified to touch me.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about the change, but I’m still curious what happened. Why was he acting that way? Is it going to happen again?
The guys have been overly attentive, even if most of it has been via text. They have been extremely busy with a last-minute project at work, so we’ve had even less time together than normal.
If you can even consider it “normal,” given that we’ve only been doing this for a few months now. It absolutely feels like my normal, though.
Being with all three of them. Spending time with Evelyn. Spending time with my mom. Seeing my brother’s cranky ass every few days. Laughing with Sienna, who has quickly become my best friend.
Speaking of my bestie, she walks over with her concession stand goodies in her hands. She sits down on Evelyn’s other side, handing each of us our drinks and snacks.
“How much longer is the game going to be?” Evelyn asks, taking a sip of her juice box.
“It’s almost done,” I tell her. “If they score, the game will be done.”
Just as I finish saying it, the crack of a bat draws our attention back to the game.
Warren connected with a ball, sending it flying into the outfield. It lands on the grass, rolling toward the fence.
We all shout as Austin takes off from second base, rounding toward home plate. The outfielder launches the ball back into the infield, but Austin sprints across the plate before the ball has a chance to get there.
A juice box goes flying in the air a second before Evelyn goes racing down the bleachers and onto the field. Sienna and I both laugh as we’re sprayed with the remaining juice.
I grab her hand, pulling her toward the field at a much slower pace than our pint-sized companion. She reluctantly follows behind me, even though being down on the field with everyone seems like the last place she wants to be.
I barely step foot onto the field before Brooks has his arms wrapped around me, swinging me around. “You are our good-luck charm, baby girl. You’re never allowed to leave.”
A blush works its way up my neck as I think back to last night and the activities that led to them upholding their superstition.
Austin lies back against the pillows on Conrad’s bed, his hands on my hips guiding me down as his hard length slides inside of me.
I brace my hands on his chest as I rotate my hips against him. My clit rubs against his pelvis, sending tiny jolts of pleasure through me.
The twins kneel on either side of me. I bat their own hands away, wrapping a hand around each of their lengths. Leaning my head to the right, I take Conrad’s cock into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans.
Popping off him, I do the same to Brooks. I alternate between the two of them until they’re both teetering on the edge, ready to come at any second.
“You’d better not come on me,” Austin growls at them as he starts thrusting up into me from below.
“You'd better get my cock in your mouth then, Trouble,” Brooks pants.
I do as he says, and within seconds his hot come hits the back of my mouth. My hand continues to lightly stroke his brother while I lap all the come off him.
When Conrad can’t take it another second, his fingers wind through my hair. He pulls me toward his cock, thrusting into my mouth.
Austin’s thrusts below me become more erratic as his thumb rubs at my clit. I shatter and moan around Conrad’s cock as his release hits my tongue. I swallow him down while I feel Austin tense and spew mumbled curses below me.
It was perfect, leaving me deliciously sore this morning when I woke up tangled in Conrad’s arms in his bed.
Brooks gives me a knowing look as he sets me back down on the dirt. “I know exactly what you were thinking about, Trouble,” he whispers in my ear.
A hard body presses against my back. “What are we talking about?” Conrad asks, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
Brooks gives his brother a devilish smirk. “Oh, you know. Just Hadley’s sexy daydreams.”
Conrad tilts my head back until I’m looking at him. “Is that so, sweetheart?”
What good is lying going to do me? The blush on my cheeks is already giving me away.
“Yeah.”
“We probably need to give you some more material to fantasize about, then. Don’t we?”
Yes, yes, please.
Evelyn’s squeal snaps us all out of the dirty trench our brains had delved into. Conrad and Brooks bend down, giving her big hugs.
Austin walks around them, pulling me into his arms. “Hey, angel,” he says, kissing the top of my head.
“Nice run,” I say, looking up at him.
The look he gives me makes everyone else at the field disappear. No words are necessary when his eyes are telling me his heart is in the same place as mine.
“You ready to go?” he asks.
“Let me just go tell Sienna bye.” With a kiss to my temple, he lets me go.
I glance around, looking for her. When I don’t see her on the field, I walk around to the side of the dugout. My brother passes by with Tucker and Warren at his side.
“Bye, sis,” Grayson says, his face unreadable as he makes a beeline for his truck.
You wouldn’t know Warren just drove in the winning run by the blank expression on his face. Tucker, on the other hand, is sporting a smirk like he’s up to no good.
It looks like Brooks when he comes up with a devious plan.
Jackson darts out from the field where he was finishing his snack with a few of the guys from the team. He jumps into his dad’s arms, giggling quietly.
Walking a little further, I find Sienna leaning against the side of the dugout in a little alcove where she’s hidden from view. She doesn’t even notice me until I’m standing right in front of her.
“Are you okay?” I ask, gently touching her forearm.
She shakes her head, bringing herself back to reality. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m fine.”
I don’t believe that for one second. She doesn’t look like something horrible happened. She just looks utterly shocked.
“Are you sure?”
She brushes a few strands of hair away from her face. “Yes, I’m just… processing.” Is she blushing?
“Okay. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to head out with my guys.”
“Guys… three of them… right…” she says, staring at me wide-eyed. What the hell?
“Yup, there’s three of them,” I say, laughing, trying not to look at her like she might have lost her mind a little bit in the last ten minutes.
She shakes her head again as we walk toward the parking lot. “I’ll see you on Monday,” she says, sneaking over to her car.
Just before she ducks inside, I see her freeze when she gazes toward where Tucker and Warren are walking to their cars, which are on the far side of the lot.
Her eyes pop even further when my brother drives right in front of her. If I’m not mistaken, Grayson’s eyes are locked on her instead of where he’s driving as he passes.
Apparently, there’s a story going on there.
Deciding not to dwell on that now, I walk over to where all three of my guys are leaning against Austin’s truck. “Where’s Evelyn?” I ask.
Her head pops out of the window. “We’re going to get ice cream to celebrate,” she shouts.
“Oh, are we?” I ask, my eyes darting to the guys.
Austin shrugs. “She didn’t want to waste a single second once you got over here, so she’s already ready to go.”
“I guess we’d better hurry up, then,” I say, bolting for the opposite side from where Evelyn is sitting. I crawl in and buckle up beside her.
Conrad gets in beside me, his hand resting on my thigh. The other two climb in the front.
We jam out to '90s country on the way to Double Scoop. I’m impressed Evelyn knows as many of the songs as she does. The guys laugh when the two of us belt out “Man, I Feel Like a Woman” by Shania Twain.
“Oh, look, it’s…” Evelyn says, pointing to a house just off Hickory Avenue with a bunch of lumber and supplies piled up outside of it.
Con speaks up over her. “It’s the firetruck.”
Looking up the street, I do see the firetruck turning around a corner. I’m pretty sure that isn’t what she was talking about.
The look on her face flies from confusion to devious understanding in the blink of an eye. Okay, then…
I don’t have to contemplate whatever the hell that was, though, because as soon as the truck is in park, Evelyn is pulling me to the entrance.
“Someone has a sweet tooth,” I laugh, following behind her.
Austin holds the door open for us. As I pass by, he leans in and whispers in my ear. “I do, too, but I don’t think ice cream is going to satisfy it.”
I can’t fight the blush that overtakes my cheeks as I go stand in line, trying to focus on the ice cream flavors rather than thinking about his head between my legs.