Page 34 of Payoff Pitch
She smiles warmly. “Very. He’s the best.”
“Do you visit him in Florida much?”
She scrunches her face before blowing out a breath. “We don’t get home very often. Unfortunately, we don’t have a great relationship with our mother. We struggle to be around her. Kam hates her. I don’t hate her, but I understand Kam’s contempt. We’re both very close with our father and do our best to encourage his visits. I suppose I’d be willing to go home for holidays and the like, but Kam is very dependent on me. She doesn’t like to be apart, and she won’t go down there. We’ve never even flown separately. She’s a terrible flyer and I need to soothe her just so the plane can take off.”
“I guess that explains your maternal nature. Aren’t twins supposed to be close?”
“Yes, but she’s overboard. She wouldn’t accept college scholarships unless they gave me one too. That’s kind of how I ended up playing softball. I really did prefer basketball.”
I’m surprised to hear this. “You’re a phenomenal player. Just as good as her.”
“It’s nice of you to say. She’s the star though, and I’m okay with that. Honestly, I’m better now than I was then. I didn’t deserve the scholarship at the time I was given it, but I was determined to prove myself worthy and worked my ass off to get there. I just started much later than the rest.Softball is more important to my sister and friends than it is to me. I could leave the sport tomorrow and be fine. Kam, Arizona, and Ripley won’t accept anything less than making the Olympic team in four years.”
“You don’t want to be an Olympian?”
“If it happens, great. If it doesn’t, that’s fine too. I wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep if my life took a different direction.”
She tosses me a stone that I easily catch. “Let’s see what you’ve got, old man.”
I love when she gets a little bratty with me. I smile. “I’d resent the title, except if I throw this without warming up, my whole arm will be sore in the morning.”
She giggles as she reaches for my arm and pulls me up. “You’re not that old.”
I lightly toss the stone into the lake. “I’m old enough to know warming up and stretching are mandatory.”
“One throw.” She hands me another stone.
Feeling my manhood challenged, I throw it and grimace. It does skip a few times, but it hurts.
Her mouth opens. “Did that one throw really bother you?”
I nod. “Did I tell you that I suffered an arm injury as a teen?”
She winces. “Ugh. Sorry. I didn’t know. Sit and I’ll show you an old trick my high school coach taught us.”
I sit on the blanket and she begins massaging my arm. My dick starts to harden. I look down at my gray sweatpants. Shit, I should have worn black. I have to pull my sweatshirt out a bit to cover the evidence of what she does to me. Little does she know, I’ve been jerking off to her pictures online every night since she started with us.
She sits next to me. I can smell her heavenly scent. She reaches for me. “Give me your hand.”
I do.
She pinches the fleshy skin between my thumb and forefinger. “It’s a nerve ending. If you pinch it hard, it helps with pain. Something about redirecting the stimulation.”
It definitely doesn’t redirect the stimulation I’ve got going on in my pants. It only adds to it.
I need distance. Pulling away, I mumble, “Feeling all better. Thanks.”
She smiles innocently. “Told ya so.”
“Any other pearls of medical wisdom from your high school coach?”
She giggles. “Just the one time Kam had a bloody nose. We didn’t have any gauze in the medical kit, and she refused to come out of the game. Our coach stuck a tampon up her nose.”
I let out a laugh. “A tampon?”
She nods with a huge grin on her gorgeous face. “Yep. She played an entire game with a tampon dangling from her nose. She truly doesn’t give a shitake.”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “Shitake?”