Free Baseball Star Edition (The Seduction Game, #2) by Nicole Jennings Page A

we get ready for the game.
I slip into some tight jeans and a bright blue jersey of a retired player, left
open with a tank top underneath.
    We purchase tickets to the lower deck close to the ball
pen.
    Close enough for me to watch as my target pitcher
warms up. His forearms are ropey with muscles that bulge every time he lets the
ball fly and pivots on his feet. I’m close enough to hear him grunt when he
lets it go, and I inhale sharply. He’s kept in shape during the off season , that’s for sure. In fact I’m pretty sure he’s
bulked up even more.
    Last year was his debut year in the Major Leagues and
he was phenomenal, winning rookie of the year. He caught my eye when he started
closing for the team, and winning games.
    Sarah laughs and shouts encouragement for the guy
who’s currently up to bat.
    My pitcher looks up and smiles at me, in response I
purse my lips and nod at him. “Well played, Sarah.” I say in a hushed tone.
    “Did you eye fuck him?” She gives me a sly, sideways
smile, never taking her eyes off of the field. “Go, go. Yes a double, you
rock!” she shouts encouragement to the batter and pounds on the railing.
     
    ***
     
    “Go get ‘ em !” I hear someone
shout over the dull roar of the crowd, when I step onto the field. I’m second
to pitch and I’m feeling good. We are down two to one, but that’s not bad. I’m
confident I can bring us back.
    The afternoon heat feels good on my face; it intensifies
the smell of fresh cut grass in the desert. After testing my footing on the
mound, and a quick glance behind me, I focus on the mountaintop in the distance.
Test the feel of the smooth ball in my hands and adjust the stitching between
my fingers for a curve ball. A quick inhale and I turn and let the ball fly.
    “Strike one!” The ump shouts. Good man. Another
shriek from the stands makes me glance over.
    I recognize the beacon of red hair as my Asian
beauty’s friend, and glanced to her right where the exotic beauty sits. Her
friend whispers in her ear, her hand rests on the Asian’s leg as she laughs at
whatever her friend is saying. If I were that hand, I’d slide up her thigh to
the promise land.
    My buddy made a signal, but I missed it. Shit, what was that ? Shaking my head, he
asked for a slider and I agree. I have to get my mind back in the game.
    When I wind up, I can feel that my stance is off. The
ball slips from my fingers and right into the swinging back. A thwack and it
flies over my head and into centerfield.
    The raven temptress shakes her head in dissatisfaction
causing my brow to furrow. My new goal is to impress her during this game.
    She was right there in my line of sight, and I had to
keep thinking about my mom to keep from getting a boner. Not even concentrating
on the baseball in my hand helped. The whole time, I’d try not to look but her
firecracker of a friend kept shouting, embarrassing her, and drawing my
attention their way. She was so cute when her face flushed from embarrassment. Damn .
    I gave up two runs in three innings before my manager
called me out. Pathetic show, and when I walked off the field defeated, my girl
was gone.
    Five to one was the final score, what a fucking atrocity
of a game, I should’ve been so much better. I couldn’t
help it though. When I looked up into the stands and saw that exotic Asian
beauty, I lost all concentration.
    The off-season makes you complacent to a normal
everyday life, and now that I’ve been stuck training for the past month, with nothing
but a house full of guys, I was horny.  
    “Don’t look so down, it’s the pre-season, and
everyone has their off days.” My buddy, John, slaps me
on the back. He’s a damn good first baseman, with an even better batting
average.
    “I just need to get out and unwind, let’s go get a
drink.” Maybe my mystery girl with raven hair will be out.
    “No can do man, you know I’m in the program.”
    “Fine,” I grumble as Jose approaches. “Jose! Let’s go
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