Let's Play Ball
into the
mattress.
    “ Yummy, Mason you taste so
good.” Kari smiled as she looked me dead straight in the
eyes.
    “ Come here.” I
said.
    Kari rose from the floor with her
clothes and hair intact. She knew I meant more than just come here.
Some things between us didn’t have to be explained or talked out.
She moved in close and passionately kissed me soft on the lips just
as I nonverbally instructed. I kissed her back hard and fisted her
hair to intentionally mess it up. I pushed her deeper into my
mouth.
    She doesn’t know it…but I love
her.
     
     

CHAPTER 7
    _______________________
     
     
     
    I felt like a million bucks after Kari
blew me. I left her place and went home to pick up Tess, my
daughter Hannah, our sons and my brother’s son Brandon. We went to
the ball park to set up. Soon the other coaches and parents started
to show up with their kids.
    There was this inner excitement I felt
because I knew I would be seeing Kari soon. I had just seen her and
felt her lips wrapped around my cock but her presence was like an
energy boost.
    Kari was on time with Trey and since
this was a night game I couldn’t wear my sunglasses. I needed my
sunglasses to sneak peeks at Kari. There was no sun so I was shit
out of luck. It didn’t matter. I had the recent memory of her
sucking my cock to keep me in line.
    We won the game. My little Braves are a
damn good team. My kids were much better hitters than catchers and
they were pros at stealing bases. I made a mental note to work on
catching the ball at the next practice. There were people milling
about as I packed up our team gear. I was rolling up our team
banner when I started listening in on a conversation that Kari was
having with Jack Unger. Jack’s son Caleb was on my team. Jack’s
wife was rarely ever at the games and as far as I could tell Jack
was a nice enough guy but I didn’t know him all that
well.
    “ Your son Trey, he’s getting
so much better.” Jack said to Kari as I listened in from a safe
inconspicuous distance.
    “ You think so?”
    “ Yeah, sure. I heard he
never played any sports before this. He looks like he’s a
natural.”
    “ No he never played anything
before this.”
    “ I had my son playing since
he was four and that’s four years now and he still sucks. Great job
Caleb!” Jack shouted out from behind the gate as Caleb grabbed his
baseball bat from the rack.
    Kari giggled and he followed suit. What
was going on here?
    “ Sometimes I go out for a
drink after the night games.” Jack added. “I go over to Bar
Louie’s. You should come tonight. You know after the kids go to
bed.”
    “ That sounds nice.” I could
hear the smile in Kari’s voice.
    “ It will be fun.”
    Are you fucking kidding me? That sounds
like bullshit. Is he trying to hit on her? I walked up close and
let my presence be known.
    “ Hey Jack.” I greeted
him.
    “ Hey Mason, that was a great
game.”
    “ Yeah,” I flashed a look of
disgust at Kari. I really wanted to choke the shit out of her right
here in front of all these people who weren’t paying any attention
to us. “Sorry Jack, Kari can’t go out for a drink.” I grumbled as I
tried to keep my voice down and my flaring temper at
bay.
    “ Really,” Jack raised an
eyebrow as he took a few seconds to register what was going
on.
    Hello! I’m staking my claim. Kari is
mines you pretty douchebag. It was a look, an unspoken word that
passed between two dudes that made everything crystal
clear.
    “ Oh, oh sorry Mason I, I
didn’t know.” He stumbled over the words.
    “ No problem, now you do.” I
shrugged and looked across the lawn at my wife. She was packing up
the kids and moving toward the parking lot. “Kari, go home now.” I
barked lowly.
    Kari rolled her eyes and pressed her
lips in a firm line at me. She gave me the customary huffy oh no he
didn’t look. Oh yes sweetheart I did.
    “ Do I have to repeat
myself?” I barked my rage directly at her. Take your ass
home.
    Kari placed

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