The Third Baseman (The New York Lions #1)

by Lulu Moore

First days of work blow. Especially first days of work in a job you don’t want and know nothing about;

“He’s so fucking hot...” “God, I want his babies....” “…I just want his dick.”

Private: We’re back in the same city, Star. Hope you’ve had a great first day. X

“I have to eat them like this.” He took note of my raised eyebrow and continued, “If I eat them quickly, I can pretend I didn’t eat them at all; that I did, in fact, stick to my nutritionist approved breakfast.”

If you can put a rocket in space, you can get a ball to fly better – or a player to throw faster and hit harder, he said.

“Um… sure. Anyway... I’ve been reading a book on improvement data and the theory that if you can improve tiny things in your life by one percent, when added up, they can have a significant impact on overall improvement.”

there’s a theory that if you can make small, positive changes, then they all come together to make one big change. It’s the one percent improvement rule.”

The Jupiter I’d known with his dimples, winks, and toothy grins was impossible to deny. The Jupiter with the tattoos and arrogance, all man and muscle, was becoming harder to ignore. A combination of the two was deadly. And it was anyone’s guess how much longer I’d be able to hold out.

“I’m saving you as Star. Stars and Stripes has become too much of a mouthful, and I prefer my mouth to be full of other things.”

“Starlight, star bright, you were the first star I saw tonight. Wish I may, wish I might, have this kiss with you tonight.” He smiled, nervously, “I changed the words a little.”

“I don’t give a fuck! The field is the only place I play fair. When it comes to you, all bets are off.”

For stargazing. And as you’re not inviting me over, here are the coordinates for my roof terrace the next time you want to see me and my body… all that. 40.7336° N, 74.0027° W

“It’s okay. I promise, it’s okay. Do what you need to do. I’ll give you the space, and I’ll be waiting when you’re ready. However long it takes.” Her trembling jaw punched me right in the gut. “Just don’t ask me to stop believing in us. I can’t do that.”

I wanted his hands everywhere. I wanted to feel him everywhere. Jupiter Reeves had taken residence in my head – which turned to mush – and my heart – which flip-flopped – every time I saw him. And it was only getting more pronounced. Is this what falling in love feels like?

“Tell me who your pussy belongs to. Who it’s always belonged to.” “You, Jupiter… always you.” “Mine is going to be the only name you ever scream again. Understand?”

“Oh my God, Jupiter.” Every word punched out as she caught her breath, “I don’t… I don’t think I can move. I think you’ve killed me.” “Funny,” I kissed along her shoulder, “I was going to say I’ve never felt more alive.”

Turns out, sex is a lot like riding a bike. Once you know how to do it, it’s hard to forget.

“I’ve been waiting to do that forever.” “What?” “Bring you coffee in bed again,” he grinned.

“One night of wild sex and you’ve become quite the swear machine, Missy.”

Herein lies the problem when someone knows you so well – they know your weak spots, including the space between your upper ribs where you can’t do anything but howl with laughter when they squeeze against it.

“I can’t wait to spread you over your desk and eat your pussy.”

“Do you want kids?” “Marn, are you asking me to get you pregnant? Because if so, I’ll pull over right now and do it.”

Visceral. Absolutely visceral. The memory of our study sessions slapped me hard in my drooling vagina.

I could attest to the tattoos as a verified vagina magnet.

You two were at it more than the bunnies Piper and I had as kids!”

“Fourteen years, three months, and thirteen days, Marnie. That's how many days I've loved you, and you've been my first and last thought for every single fucking one. So I guess the question is whether you’re going to let me.”

I couldn’t control the future; I could only control my choices.

Jupiter Reeves, my boyfriend. Jupiter Reeves who belonged to me. Again. Finally.

“Do you remember the first time you introduced me to the Milky Way? The first time we watched it together and I saw a shooting star?” She tore her eyes away from the sky and met mine, with a nod and a broad smile. “I wished for you.”

“I’d never been in love before, but that night… laying there, drinking hot chocolate and eating popcorn… I never wanted it to end, so I wished for you forever. I knew that night I would fall in love with you, that we’d always be together. Even when we broke up, somehow I always knew I’d find you again, that we’d find each other. It wasn’t easy. I’d wake up some nights and miss you so much I could feel my heart cracking again, but all I had to do was look up to the sky, and I knew you’d be somewhere else doing the same.”