Page 59 of Bad Call
“Hell, we pulled this entire season out of the bag. It’s all icing on the cake from here.”
Marley laughed. “I’ll believe that when I see it, Coach. Don’t pretend like the World Series is icing. Just a heads up, though: I think the boys have a surprise planned for you if we win.”
“When,” I stressed. “Whenwe win.”
“I almost hope we don’t because I know what the surprise is, and I’m dreading your reaction.”
Jesus Christ. What did they have planned? It was sure to be humiliating if I knew my team.
I had a celebration of my own planned, at home alone with an umpire who had the biggest mouth in the NCAA. I couldn’t wait to get home and get the party started.
Two hours later, my team rushed onto the field when Stavros, our last runner, crossed home plate, ending the game with a three-run lead. Bandy rushed forward with a bag, shoving it at me.
“Congratulations Coach, here’s your celebratory gift.”
I reached into the bag, dreading what I would find, and pulled out a yellow suit covered in feathers. “No, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“It’s the chicken suit, Coach. Come on, we’ll help you get into it.”
I looked at Marley to rescue me, but he was no help, doubled over laughing. Fuck it. We won! I’d wear the damn suit.
They helped me step into it, securing the back closed, and I tried my damnedest to run the bases without tripping over the big stuffed feet. I could literally feelmy tail feathers flapping to and fro as I ran. The fans loved it, and so did my team. That was all that really mattered. I’m sure Baylor loved it even more, understanding and appreciating my humiliation like no one else could. After all, what was more degrading than a giant beak and feathers? I looked likeFoghorn fucking Leghorn.
We celebrated at Dixon’s Diner, and I swore three-quarters of the university’s student population showed up. Baylor was there, in the background. It killed me not to drag him to our table and sit him beside me, to share my joy with him. Something had to give.
Buck:
Meet you back at your place.
I found him in the crowd and the look we shared made me hot all over. A promise of things to come.
When I pulled up in my driveway, I was barely out of my truck before Baylor was on me, slamming me against the side. My back hit hard, but I only felt his mouth on mine, his hands in my hair, grasping at me. He suckled my tongue like he did my cock, with hard, greedy pulls. I felt it everywhere, not just in my balls.
When he pulled back to breathe, he gave me a wicked smirk. “You were kind of hot in that chicken suit.”
That was total bullshit. “Oh yeah? How hot?”
“Tell me you’re gonna wreck me.” He sounded breathy and needy, and we hadn’t even gotten naked yet.
“Exactly what I intend to do.” Grasping his jaw firmly, I held his gaze. “Are you going to be my littlebitch?”
“Yes,” he breathed, his eyes sparking with heat.
“Do you want me to make you cry again?”
“God, yes.”
Baylor fought against my hold to chase my mouth, and I let him have it. He slid his tongue between my lips, and I practically swallowed it. “Inside, now. While I’m taking Rawlings out, I want you to go upstairs, strip down, and wait for me on the bed.”
As soon as I opened the door, Rawlings attacked me with her tongue. When she saw I was with Baylor, she was beside herself, not knowing who to greet first.
Baylor bent down to cuddle her. “You owe me a foam finger, young lady.” And then he was off to my bedroom while I attached Rawlings’s collar.
Thankfully, it went quickly. She was as eager to return to Baylor as I was. Unfortunately, she would have to wait. I decided to crate her so she wouldn’t cry at the closed bedroom door.
When I walked into my bedroom, Baylor was laid out before me, naked as the day he was born. He was gorgeous, his body made to perfection. Everything about him, besides his smart mouth, called to me. Perfectly sculpted and toned. Just looking at him was enough to make me hard.
Planting my knee on the mattress, I crawled from the end of the bed over his body, fitting myself between his legs. His cock was hard against mine, his body warm, his skin smooth. I fit my mouth to his, sealing our lips. The same rush I always got when I kissed him spread through my body, igniting my blood.