The Game Changer(28)

“Wow. Wow.” Her hand covered her now gaping mouth. “Just like that? That’s all it took to get her to sign?”

I raised a hand in the air. “Just like that.”

“Unbelievable.”

With her head back on my chest, I wound my fingers in and out of her hair. “Yep. That was spring training, then the season started, and here we are.”

She lifted her head back up from my chest, a wicked grin covering her face. “Uh-uh. I want to hear about you seeing me at the field with Joey the other night.”

“The other night? That was weeks ago,” I complained.

“It sometimes feels like the other night.”

“You’re a cruel girl, Cassie Andrews. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Maybe once or twice.” She leaned in, her soft lips pressed against mine.

“That’s the perfect way to get me to stop telling you stories.” I deepened the kiss, my tongue pushing its way into her mouth.

“Tell me first; kiss me after.” She leaned away from my face, and I thought briefly about teaching her a lesson. One that included the fact that I’d kiss her whenever I damn well pleased. But I was close to finishing my story and I wanted to move on.




I kicked the mound of dirt at my feet, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I fought with my head to keep its focus, but it kept drifting to thoughts of Cassie. I was in New York, and she lived here.

She won’t be here.

She doesn’t come to your games anymore.

My stomach twisted as I faced my catcher, tossing warm-up pitches into his glove. I’d thrown no less than ten pitches when a man’s voice shouting stopped me mid-pitch. I almost threw my fucking arm out stopping like that.

“Cassie! Cassie, wait!”

The air in my lungs escaped without warning, and I almost dropped onto the dirt mound at my feet. I glanced in the stands toward the sound of her name, catching sight of her long blonde hair flying as she ran. I’d know her anywhere. A guy chased after her, and my chest blazed with jealousy. I clenched my jaw, every muscle in my body tensing at the sight of her with someone else. She turned around to face the guy, and her eyes met mine for a brief moment as my temper raged like an out-of-control inferno. The guy put his arm around her, and I forced back the urge to charge him like a bull in a bullring. I wanted to break his fucking arm. No one touched my girl but me.

“Carter, let’s go!”

I turned away from her, refocusing on the batter’s box, and threw the ball with all my strength.




“I didn’t know he was taking me to the game.” Her eyebrows creased as her expression turned remorseful.

“That…” I paused, reliving the feeling of seeing him toss his arm around her shoulders again, “made me almost come unglued.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t. I’m so sorry you saw me there with someone else.”

“It’s in the past now. Ready to hear how nervous I was when I got here last night?” I played with her hair again.

She moved to straddle me, sweeping her legs on either side of my waist. “I’d like to hear about that in a minute.” She leaned down, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth, her hips grinding into my waist.

She thinks she’s in control.

In one quick movement, I flipped her onto her back. Pinning her beneath me, I pressed my hard-on against her shorts. “Is this what you want instead of story time?” My mouth plunged toward her neck, nipping gently before licking and kissing up to her ear. “This what you want, Kitten?” I breathed against her.

“Mm-hmm,” she moaned softly, her back arching.

“Say it.” My hands wandered up her thighs before finding the sweet spot between her legs. “You’re burning up down there,” I said. Knowing how hot she was for me fueled my hard-on even more.

She moaned my name, and I covered her mouth with mine. “Say it,” I demanded, breathing into her.

Her eyes opened, her chest rising and falling. “I want you instead of story time. Now, stop fucking around.” Her hands wrapped around the nape of my neck, tugging and pulling my hair. I leaned away from her, enjoying the control.

I pulled her clothes off, tossing them over my shoulder before adding mine to the pile. Bringing my fingers and body back to hers, her back arched and writhed as she begged, “Jack, please.”

“You need to learn some patience.”

“Fuck patience. Get in me!” she practically screamed, her hand wrapping around me. I bucked against her gently before peeling her hand away. I tried to be strong, but who was I fooling? I wanted her just as badly as she wanted me.

Maybe more.

I placed my arms on each side of her gorgeous naked body before guiding myself inside her. “So wet, Kitten,” I said, instinct and need taking over.