Page 46 of Bad Call

Damn, Bandy! “You’re going to be running laps until your legs fall off. I’d watch it if I were you.” He just laughed, pointing to the field. They were all pointing to the field. “Fuck me,” I mumbled, exitingthe dugout.

The on-field assistant to the commentator rushed forth. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“Coach has to do the chicken dance because we won,” Danby informed him. He relayed the information through his headset, and to my everlasting mortification, they began to play the chicken song over the loudspeaker.

My chest felt tight as I took my position on the pitcher’s mound, and I tried to pretend the crowd was one big blurry blob of children as I strutted my hips and flapped my arms, turning in circles like a mindless chicken. I caught one face, though…Baylor’s. He was grinning like it was his birthday.Fucker. He had to be loving this. The crowd went wild, stomping their feet in the stands, creating a loud echo that rambled through the stadium. It was the most humiliating thing I’d ever done, but fuck it. I was the head coach of a D1 team in first place and we were going to the College World Series. I could stand a little humiliation.

With my phone in hand, I stared at the blank screen for fifteen minutes, debating whether I should call him. I wanted to hear his voice in my ear as I stroked my cock, thinking of all the filthy things I wanted to do to him. I wanted to make sure he remembered his place after getting so high and mighty with me during the game. I wanted?—

My screen lit up with a text.

Buck:

Are you awake?

Of course I was awake! Who could sleep with a raging hard-on?

I’m awake.

Buck:

Congrats on your big win tonight.

No thanks to you

Buck:

You sound bitter, but it’s hard to tell over text.

Buck:

You gonna answer if I call?

Ugh! I was dying for him to call, but I’d rather do the chicken dance again before I admitted it to him.

I guess there’s one way to find out.

A moment later, my phone rang, but I had to hold my finger still through at least two more rings before I allowed myself to answer.

“Hey,” I said, sounding casual.

“Hey,” he returned, sounding intimate and sexy. His voice was low and smooth. He was definitely in bed.

Was he touching his cock like I was?

“That was some dance. I didn’t know you had those moves. You didn’t flaunt them in theclub.”

My chuckle was a low rumble. “I didn’t know either. That’s what I get for making a dumb bet.”

“Where’s my girl?”

“Excuse me?” My mood plummeted instantly.

“Rawlings.”

“Oh, she’s right here next to me.” Damn, hearing him ask after her brought me immense satisfaction. I peered over the side of the bed at my baby cozied up on her doggy bed, fast asleep.

“When can I see you again?”