Free One of the Guys by Dawn Doyle Page B

front; a tiger surrounded
by flames.
    ‘ The Flaming Tigers’. So cheesy,
but they liked it.
    The baseball and football teams had
the same names to.
    Sian, Gretchen, Charlotte, Carly,
and Poppy were cheerleaders for the football team, as well as some
seniors. Cassie hadn’t joined the squad, even though she was
friends with the girls.
    I looked around for any sign of
them, but then I remembered Poppy telling me they were holding
tryouts, this week, for new sophomores to join when they go up to
junior year. Yay! Not.
     
    Slipping on my mirrored aviators, I
watched Logan batting and running; without any of them knowing I
was drooling over him. If anyone looked, they would see my head
down towards my books.
    Logan made his run around the third
base and waved to me.
    I waved back, forgetting that I
still had my head angled down to my book.
    Shit! It was obvious that I was
watching. Hopefully, he wouldn’t realize and know I was ogling him
as he ran.
    I loved it when he ran.
    His thigh muscles tensing and his
ass flexing under his track pants. Even though they weren’t tight,
I’d seen him many times in his baseball uniform and whoever decided
that the pants should be that tight deserved a fucking honor award. Especially
when Logan was up to bat and I had a great view as he leant
forward; his ass encased in the white fabric.
    Mmmmm I
moaned, internally, heat flushing through me with thoughts of Logan
during his games.
    Yeah, you guessed it. That’s why I never missed a game. Who
in their right mind would miss that opportunity? Not me, that’s for sure.
    That’s also the reason I didn’t
know much about the game even after going all of the time. I spent
my time watching Logan and not paying attention to anything
else.
     
    “ Chase!” I heard Logan calling my
name.
    “ Huh, what?” I said, my face
heating.
    “ I called you a few times. Are you
ok?”
    “ Oh, uh yeah.” I said, embarrassed.
“Just doing math in my head.”
    “ I thought you were reading from
your Chem book?”
    Damn it! Think, Chase!
    “ I was.” I had nothing.
    Fuck. My quick thinking brain had
gone on vacation.
    Logan looked confused.
    “ Um, okaaayyy.” He said, as if I’d
lost my mind. “I was just going to ask if you thought that run was
any good? If you saw, that is.”
    “ Yeah, it looked good from
here.”
    Real good. Now go run so I can watch your muscles. My head was running away with me!
    “ Good. We won’t be much longer,
ok?”
    “ No problem.” I said, tracking him
as he jogged away.
    I blew out a sharp breath in
relief, and I felt like I needed to fan myself from the thoughts
running through my mind.
     
    Logan got back to the bench, and I
followed his hands as he lifted the hem of his T-shirt and raised
it to wipe the sweat from his brow, revealing a stomach so ripped
you could wash your clothes on it. A V-line running into his pants
that made you want to see where it went.
    My breath caught in my throat, and
I froze.
    In all the time we’d been friends,
I’d never seen Logan’s stomach. Hard to believe, I know, but he’d
never changed in front of me, and we’d never been swimming together
either. We didn’t live anywhere near the beach so even that was out
of the question.
    Every part of my body was hyper
aware of what my eyes had just landed on, and they were incredibly
pleased with the visual. So pleased, in fact that my heart rate was
through the roof. If I’d have gone to see the nurse, she would’ve
called an ambulance.
     
    I squeezed my thighs together, the
ache there increasing the longer I stared.
    Logan had lifted and lowered his
shirt in only a few seconds, but it was enough to scramble my
brain. I watched him step up to the mark and swing his bat over his
shoulder. His thighs apart, kneed slightly bent, ass pushed out the
tiniest bit and my mouth watered.
    Pike pitched, and Logan hit the
ball with a ‘thwack’ and I swooned as he ran.
    God I’m going crazy here! I thought.
    Logan made it around