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Fuck you, she mouthed at him. A smile spread across his bearded face. Oh. She couldn’t wait to strike this guy out. This one’s for the girls.
“Holy shit.” Redbeard frowned. “It’s almost like . . . she doesn’t know she’s hot.”
“Sorry, but if you were my girlfriend, I’d be very not okay with some other guy buying you orange juice. I’d boycott oranges for the rest of my life.”
That earned him his first laugh from Skylar Page—and it forever changed him. It was as unique as the rest of her.
“What a woman,” Robbie whispered, rubbing the center of his chest. He’d just signed himself up for hell. But Skylar? She was worth it.
Grandpa Nick took me to fly kites. All three of them caught the air at different times, even though he let them go all at once. That’s always stuck with me, you know? We all catch the air at different times.”
“How it feels to have your cunt eaten by a man who gets it dripping first.”
“I’ll give you as many as you can fucking stand, Skylar. Swear to God, just set me loose.”
“I can’t fucking leave without knowing what it’s like to kiss you . . .” he said through his teeth. “When it’s just for us. Not for anyone else. Not for show.”
“Give me ten minutes in the dark with your panties off and you’ll know. I’ll get you over him underneath me.”
When I notice something making her sad, you can bet your ass I’m going to say something about it. That’s my girl.”
“Are we officially removing the ‘maybe’ in ‘maybe fucking’?” “I couldn’t even spell ‘maybe’ right now.” He huffed an uneven laugh against her chin. “Was it ever a maybe, Skylar?” “No,” she whispered, fingers in his hair. “You were never a maybe.”
“Just for me?” She nodded. “Yeah.” His chest crowded with flawed but honest male pride and he sank his middle and ring finger inside of her in response. Deep. “Keep it that way.”
“You have a ball and a couple of gloves in that bag?” “I always have a ball and a couple of gloves,” she whispered, aching with the barely controlled need to throw her arms around him and inhale his scent. “Why?” “You told me the first pitch is the hardest. That once you throw the first one, you settle into your game.” He toed her fallen bag with his boot. “Why don’t you throw it to me before you go in? Get the nerves out of your system.”
