Chapter 47
Chapter Forty-Seven
Decker
“I love when you return from an away series.” Penelope’s legs tighten around my waist.
“I can’t believe you sent those pictures. I was in the dugout for one of them. I almost had to go to the plate with a fucking hard-on.” I drill into her, pressing her back into the wall.
“All the Decker fan girls would have loved that.”
“I only care about one of my fans.” My head falls to her neck. I love kissing her there, but mostly because of the noises she makes when I do. It’s definitely an erogenous zone for her.
She laughs and uses her hand on my shoulders to push up a little more, and my hands dig into her ass to push deeper inside her. “I would hope so.”
The more we have sex, the better it gets. It’s only been a little more than a month. I can’t imagine what our sex life will be like a decade from now.
“God, I missed your pussy so fucking much.” I punctuate each word with a thrust.
“Just my pussy?” Her words come out as a pant.
“Your tits too.” I smirk into her neck, kissing her shoulder. “Every damn inch of your body.”
“You complain about all those women seeing you as a sex symbol, yet you say the only thing you miss about me is my body.”
“Fuck no, I miss your massages too.”
She smacks my back, but I plunge into her, and her head rocks against the wall. “No more talking, just fuck me, Deck.”
“Gladly.”
And I do. I thrust and whisper only praise for her body. The way her pussy is meant to take my cock. How wet she gets for me. How many times I beat off during this away series was probably a record.
“I’m gonna come.” Her body tightens in my hands. Pen’s feet dig into my ass, and I push her harder against the wall, needing the leverage. “Deck, right there. I can’t… I need… oh damn… you’re too good at this…”
She has this adorable tendency to go on and on as she comes, and it only makes me grow harder inside her.
A strangled moan erupts out of her, her fingernails digging into my shoulder blades.
Once I’m positive she’s come, I push into her again. She doesn’t slow, clenching around my length, and I come right after her with a mumbled curse.
I hold her weight, leaning into her as we come down and catch our breath.
Eventually, I lower her to the floor and make sure she’s steady on her feet. She heads to the bathroom, and I follow her. We’re already over the whole “let me clean up and then you clean up” thing. We clean up at the same time, and I fucking love the normalcy of that.
“You know if you take Hazel to this Dugout Social Club pet adoption thing, you’re coming home with a dog, right?” I tell her as she pees. I use my towel from earlier when we fucked in the shower to clean up.
Hazel is at camp now that school’s been over for a month, so as soon as she left, I came over. I’m kind of done with sneaking around behind Hazel’s back. We do so much stuff as a threesome, but we’ve yet to tell her we’re officially together.
“No. She’ll just love to pet and play with them.” She comes over and washes her hands.
I lean along the counter and soak her in.
I love her naked. My dick twitches, but we don’t have time for another round.
We’ve been at each other all day. Got one errand crossed off before we came home and fucked again.
This is what happens after an away series, and I’m starved for her.
Now we’re done for the day because Hazel is due home.
“Have you not seen the fridge?”
She laughs and goes into her bedroom so she can put on her clothes. “She knows we can’t get a dog until we get this place fixed up. It wouldn’t be fair to the dog.”
I follow her into the bedroom and grab my boxers and shorts. “If you say so.”
“I do, and I’m her mother, so I have the final say.”
“Says the woman who was ready to jump on stage at the talent show and swarm her in a hug. Big talker.”
She laughs, knowing I’m right.
I grab my shirt and throw it over my head. I’m about to tell her how I hate when she’s covered in clothes and sweet-talk her into letting me stay here tonight—so I can sneak into her bed after Hazel goes to sleep—when my phone vibrates in my pocket.
I pull it out, seeing Jagger’s name. I show her the screen, and she rises on her tiptoes, giving me a quick kiss. “You take it. I’ll go get her.”
I open my mouth to argue, but we’re past mid-season now and still the Colts haven’t made a move, despite my performance being great and the groundswell of support that Instagram account has gained to try to save me.
The businesses around town are all making up different sandwiches and drinks with punny names to try to keep me. It’s great, and I’ve never been more honored, but it’s a blaring red flag every time I see something that reminds me I’m probably not staying here.
“Hey,” I answer.
“How’s my favorite client?”
“I don’t know. I’m not with any of the Falcons right now.”
He laughs. “Ah… you boys have to stop. I love you all, I just love them a little more. Win me a series or two, and you guys might get the jump on them.”
“That will be hard to do when I play for another team.”
“Nah, don’t be talking like that. It’s not over ’til it’s over. We’ve got time, but I am calling with some good news.”
I sit on the edge of Penelope’s bed. “I can’t imagine what.”
“Money. You like money, right?”
“Who doesn’t love money?”
The truth is that as arrogant as it sounds, I have enough money.
I’ve been single since I came into the league, scored some great signing bonuses and contracts, invested well.
I could retire this season and still want for nothing, mostly because I don’t live a lavish lifestyle.
I want to play because I love baseball, but I’m not going to play for less than I’m worth.
“Good. Graham Sutter called and threw his hat in the ring.”
“New York?” They have the biggest bank roll for players. Which means I have a chance of making even more there than I do in Chicago. And they win a lot of titles.
“Who’s your daddy? Ah… don’t answer that until you sign on the dotted line. But this is big, and it means options. So, get ready to sublet that condo to Harkins or someone.”
My eyes scan Penelope’s room. “I don’t know about moving. I really don’t want to leave Chicago.”
Sure, the walls here need to be painted, and things need to be updated, but it’s Penelope’s space with her things. I want to be here with her and Hazel.
I’ve never had to think about anyone but myself in all the times I’ve played in other cities.
“Well, if you want to play baseball, you better start getting used to the idea. Maybe we’ll see if the Trojans bite, but that new GM, Bianca Banks, is a real trip. I don’t think she likes me.”
“I can’t imagine why,” I say dryly.
“Okay, gotta go. I’ll be in touch. You score a big contract with New York, and it’s a big fuck you to Shane Whitaker. Talk soon.”
He hangs up, and I hold my phone in my hands.
I stuck to all three of my rules, but I’m not sure it will matter.
I didn’t take what wasn’t mine—Penelope was mine.
I didn’t stay where I didn’t belong—this is where I belong.
If I take an offer in a different city, I did promise what I can’t keep. A life here in Chicago with Penelope and Hazel.
“We’re back!” Penelope yells extra loud.
I scramble to my feet and walk down the stairs.
“Hi, Deck.” Hazel flies by the bottom of the stairs into the kitchen with a drawing in her hand.
Penelope looks at me. “You might be right.”
“What is it?”
“Another dog drawing.”
I laugh and hug her quickly, but I don’t pull away fast enough. I hear Hazel’s footsteps stop. We both look at her and find her mouth is hanging open.
I start to move away, but Penelope clings to me tighter. “Haze, honey, we gotta talk.”