Free Cleat Catcher (The Cleat Chaser Duet Book 2) by Celia Aaron, Sloane Howell Page B

believe that?”
    I was nearly dead on the floor. Ramirez’s Oscar-worthy performances during his jokes were legend.
    He reached up and pretended to brush some dust off of Easton’s shoulders. “Anyway. Just thought you should know. Spreading the love and what not. You two gentlemen have yourselves a wonderful afternoon.” He tipped his cap to Easton and started to walk away.
    Easton turned to me with the set of crazy eyes he used when he was about to start up some shenanigans. I laughed, clutching my side as he motioned toward Ramirez’s back. I stood and pointed to my shin guards, alerting Easton they’d make noise if I moved too suddenly.
    He gave me a thumbs up and a huge grin spread across his face. “Ramirez?”
    “Yes, sir!” Ramirez came walking back over.
    Easton reached back and put his fist on the back of his thigh where Ramirez couldn’t see, and held one finger down. “Tell me more about this prime shipping. I don’t get on Amazon much.”
    Ramirez looked at me like the giant was a strange alien. “He umm, he knows I was making fun of him, right? I can’t ever tell with this one here.”
    Easton put a second finger down. Three meant it was time to unleash hell. “Do they have like, all kinds of stuff on Amazon? Like anything you could want?”
    Ramirez gave in, seemingly convinced E hadn’t caught on to his tomfoolery. “Yeah man, anything you want is on there. Seriously.”
    Easton’s hand on his leg started to tremble. It was almost go time. “What about say... Chinese finger traps! ” He shot the third finger down and snagged Ramirez by the waist. He whipped the smaller man around and held him from behind.
    Easton dry humped him from the back, and I grabbed the top of his head and started hip thrusting at his face.
    “Goddamn, he’s tight as fuck. Switch-a-roo?” Easton laughed, unable to fight it any longer.
    I nodded and we both started to shout. “Switch that ass from front to back, slap that ass and fuck the crack!”
    We flipped him around as he tried to swing at us. E took the mouth and I took the ass. Ramirez squirmed, and tried to get away. After E and I had our fill, we finally let him break free from our assault.
    He swiped his hat from his head and pointed back and forth at both of us, obviously faking his anger. “Y’all motherfuckers ain’t right. You need Jesus.” He stormed away, mumbling. “Can’t nobody ever be serious in this place.” He faced us from the doorway. “This is a place of business, gentlemen. A commercial enterprise. It’s to be respected! ” He scoffed and disappeared into the tunnel that led out to the field.
    “Did you at least get to finish?” I plopped back down onto the bench.
    “Yeah, he’s a swallower, so no evidence.” Easton’s big melon of a head rotated toward me, and we both doubled over.
    “That guy is fucking insane.” Easton sat down on the bench next to me as I pulled my chest protector over my head.
    “Yup. Fucking hilarious. Fits right in.”
    “That’s what she said.”
    “Nice. What was that all about anyway?” I sat down on the stool in front of my locker, facing Easton.
    “Just some hazing.” Easton’s eyes darted away from me, toward the other side of the locker room.
    “Cut the shit. All that compromise bullshit. Relationship stuff. You been doing some reading?” I cocked my head sideways and stared at him.
    His face went pale. “Please don’t make me tell you.” He paused for a second and shrugged. “Yeah, you’re gonna make me tell you.” He let out a long sigh. “I’ve been reading some relationship books.”
    I tried to hold back a laugh, but I’m certain he could see it building in my cheeks.
    “Fuck it. Never mind.” He shot to his feet.
    “Nah man. I’ll be cool. I swear. You can tell me. Sit back down.”
    He lowered back to the bench, but with caution. “I’m thinking—” He drew out the last word. “—about, well, you know?”
    “No, actually I have no clue what you are