moved with such certainty over the blonde’s pumping sex. “She was very hot.”
“I don’t suppose you got her name?”
Bren smiled. “No. I didn’t need it.”
*
“I never realized I’d find dirty, sweating women such a turn on,” Candace announced as she stood between Liz and Bren on the Angels’ sideline. “I bet Parker plays just as hard in the bedroom as she does out there, too.”
“Why do I think you’re going to find out?” Liz teased. She barely heard Candace’s laughing reply as Reilly strode up to bat. “Quiet now. The Angels are down a run and this is Reilly’s last at-bat. She’s only managed to get a single off Parker all night.”
“You talk like a veteran already,” Bren said.
“Just listening to everyone else,” Liz replied nonchalantly.
“Uh-huh. And of course, Reilly’s been giving you an instant replay every time she’s come off the field.”
Liz didn’t answer as Reilly straddled the plate, looking relaxed even though the muscles in her forearms stood out in stark relief as she gripped her bat and angled it over her right shoulder. Her face was a study in concentration as she regarded Parker on the mound going through her elaborate pitching routine—rolling her shoulders, checking the runner at first base with a quick feint throw, squinting at Reilly as if she were an insignificant speck on the horizon.
“They’re really cute, aren’t they,” Candace murmured. “All bristly and competitive.”
“Reilly said she played in college, but I think it was a little more than recreational.”
“Parker told me she had a sports scholarship, too.” Candace chuckled. “While we were partying and picking up girls, they were probably studying their playbooks.”
“ You were picking up girls,” Liz reminded her. “I was doing my fair amount of studying.”
Parker fired a pitch. Reilly swung and missed.
“Oh, Parker smoked her,” Candace crowed.
“Lucky,” Liz muttered.
“Oh sure. She’s been lucky all night, which is why Reilly’s team only has two runs.”
“Parker’s team hasn’t done much better.”
Bren interjected, “You two sound like sports wives. Cut it out, it’s scary.”
Parker rifled another fastball. Reilly swung and missed.
“Damn,” Liz exclaimed.
“I wonder if winning makes Parker horny,” Candace mused. “Whenever I close a big deal, the first thing I want to do is have sex.”
“She hasn’t won yet,” Liz reminded her.
“You always want to have sex,” Bren noted.
“Of course,” Candace went on, “I have to figure out how to get her away from her teammates after the game.”
“There’s always the bathroom,” Bren said helpfully.
“Thank you so much,” Candace said. “I had something a little more elegant in mi—”
Parker’s arm blurred. Reilly swung, her bat slicing the air as her body uncoiled like a snapped spring. A sharp crack split the air, and the ball streaked into deep left field.
“Yes!” Liz cried. “Go, Reilly!”
Reilly raced around first and rounded on second base. The runner ahead of her scored. The game was tied. Reilly headed for third. The left fielder caught the ball on the bounce and fired it to third. Reilly slid under the tag. Safe at third.
“Oh yes,” Liz said. “Reilly is the winning run. All we need is a hit.”
“I wonder how Parker feels about sex if she loses,” Candace grumbled.
“Maybe you’ll find out,” Liz replied. “If I don’t strangle you first.”
Candace laughed. “I never knew you were so competitive.”
Liz caught herself before she could say there were a lot of things about her that Candace didn’t seem to know. Their ill-fated love affair was a thing of the past, and it surprised her to realize she still harbored some resentment. Maybe it was the recent pain of Julia leaving her, and the realization that once again she had counted on someone to be there for her, and she’d been wrong. Maybe it was her damn hormones. She was edgy and moody
“I don’t suppose you got her name?”
Bren smiled. “No. I didn’t need it.”
*
“I never realized I’d find dirty, sweating women such a turn on,” Candace announced as she stood between Liz and Bren on the Angels’ sideline. “I bet Parker plays just as hard in the bedroom as she does out there, too.”
“Why do I think you’re going to find out?” Liz teased. She barely heard Candace’s laughing reply as Reilly strode up to bat. “Quiet now. The Angels are down a run and this is Reilly’s last at-bat. She’s only managed to get a single off Parker all night.”
“You talk like a veteran already,” Bren said.
“Just listening to everyone else,” Liz replied nonchalantly.
“Uh-huh. And of course, Reilly’s been giving you an instant replay every time she’s come off the field.”
Liz didn’t answer as Reilly straddled the plate, looking relaxed even though the muscles in her forearms stood out in stark relief as she gripped her bat and angled it over her right shoulder. Her face was a study in concentration as she regarded Parker on the mound going through her elaborate pitching routine—rolling her shoulders, checking the runner at first base with a quick feint throw, squinting at Reilly as if she were an insignificant speck on the horizon.
“They’re really cute, aren’t they,” Candace murmured. “All bristly and competitive.”
“Reilly said she played in college, but I think it was a little more than recreational.”
“Parker told me she had a sports scholarship, too.” Candace chuckled. “While we were partying and picking up girls, they were probably studying their playbooks.”
“ You were picking up girls,” Liz reminded her. “I was doing my fair amount of studying.”
Parker fired a pitch. Reilly swung and missed.
“Oh, Parker smoked her,” Candace crowed.
“Lucky,” Liz muttered.
“Oh sure. She’s been lucky all night, which is why Reilly’s team only has two runs.”
“Parker’s team hasn’t done much better.”
Bren interjected, “You two sound like sports wives. Cut it out, it’s scary.”
Parker rifled another fastball. Reilly swung and missed.
“Damn,” Liz exclaimed.
“I wonder if winning makes Parker horny,” Candace mused. “Whenever I close a big deal, the first thing I want to do is have sex.”
“She hasn’t won yet,” Liz reminded her.
“You always want to have sex,” Bren noted.
“Of course,” Candace went on, “I have to figure out how to get her away from her teammates after the game.”
“There’s always the bathroom,” Bren said helpfully.
“Thank you so much,” Candace said. “I had something a little more elegant in mi—”
Parker’s arm blurred. Reilly swung, her bat slicing the air as her body uncoiled like a snapped spring. A sharp crack split the air, and the ball streaked into deep left field.
“Yes!” Liz cried. “Go, Reilly!”
Reilly raced around first and rounded on second base. The runner ahead of her scored. The game was tied. Reilly headed for third. The left fielder caught the ball on the bounce and fired it to third. Reilly slid under the tag. Safe at third.
“Oh yes,” Liz said. “Reilly is the winning run. All we need is a hit.”
“I wonder how Parker feels about sex if she loses,” Candace grumbled.
“Maybe you’ll find out,” Liz replied. “If I don’t strangle you first.”
Candace laughed. “I never knew you were so competitive.”
Liz caught herself before she could say there were a lot of things about her that Candace didn’t seem to know. Their ill-fated love affair was a thing of the past, and it surprised her to realize she still harbored some resentment. Maybe it was the recent pain of Julia leaving her, and the realization that once again she had counted on someone to be there for her, and she’d been wrong. Maybe it was her damn hormones. She was edgy and moody
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