There is a reason I have a leg up on so many players in the league. Sure, there are guys who grew up poor like me. Those who breathe this sport and love it just as much. But this is my only option. It runs in my veins. And therefore, I have to pursue it like my next breath is my dying one. If I didn’t have baseball, I’d end up in a double wide right next to my parents.
I’d be destined for a life living in the dirt, scrounging for scraps.
Which is why I’d vowed to be the best damn pitcher this league had ever seen.
Dahlia walks up onto the patio, breathing heavier as if she’d just been sprinting around after rambunctious kids. Which she has been. And without a word, walks into the house.
The woman doesn’t even spare me a glance. Me. The guy who has women crawling all over him no matter if it’s in public or not. My ego takes a hard shot … maybe even to the nuts like her sister described.
I decide to press my luck, because this gathering is damn boring and I can’t help myself. I follow her into Sinclair’s massive mansion, and follow the sounds of running water.
She’s standing at the sink, slightly bent at the middle scrubbing whatever she’s trying to get clean. It highlights her ass, and I get an overwhelming urge to wrap that black mane around me fist and pull her back against me.
“Need any help?” I flash my eyes at her, knowing this party trick has worked on various types of women before.
Flicking that sharp chin over her shoulders, those baby blues assess me before turning back to the faucet. “I’m good.”
“I can see that.” My voice is laced with charm as I settle in right next to her, invading some of her personal space.
To her credit, she doesn’t flinch, lean away, or even do much of anything. No, she just keeps right on scrubbing the inside of that purple cup. Probably one of the kid’s cups, not that I care. I only want to get under her skin. Or have her under mine.
“What’re you doing after this, darlin’?” Enthusing my voice with a little extra southern charm might help.
She snorts. “Not going home with you. Since that’s what you’re insinuating. Listen, Garret, is it? I’ve seen you making fuck-me eyes all afternoon in my direction. The answer is no.”
I’m not one to be shocked or taken off guard, but damn, this woman just accomplished both.
“You haven’t even heard my proposal. Come on, you know it would be the best time of your life.” I’m cocky, sue me.
The water splashes up a little, leaving flecks of soap on her gorgeous cheek bone that I’d like to kiss away and then nibble at the skin underneath. A gorgeous cheek bone? Shit, everything about this woman was turning me on.
“I’m pretty sure I could achieve the same thing with a vibrator.” She rolls her eyes, framed with long, black lashes.
I notice then that her face is virtually makeup free, and she’s still more beautiful than any of the done-up supermodels I’ve been with.
“At least tell me your name.” I try to wiggle for an in, ignoring the blow to my cock.
My cock is definitely better than any orgasm a vibrating piece of plastic could bring.
“No.” She doesn’t budge.
“Aw, come on, sweetheart, you know I could get it from any of those people out on the patio. Plus, if you don’t tell me, I’ll just have to keep using pet names. And we both know how well you’re taking to those.”
She huffs, because I’ve made a valid point.
“Dahlia.”
Like an exotic flower. Something to be plucked and admired. Or defiled in the spiciest of ways.
“So, you want to get out of here, Dahlia?” I try extra hard to make her name drip with sex.
The faucet flips off, and then she’s turning around to leave.
“I’ll be seeing you around, then, darlin’.” I give it one last shot.
She flips that hair over her shoulder and gives me the sauciest, most lethal grin I’ve ever seen.
“No. You won’t.”
Good God, I hope this bombshell is dead wrong.
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Standalones:
Love at First Fight
Nerdy Little Secret
That’s the Way I Loved You
Fool Me Twice
Hometown Heartless
The Tenth Girl
You’re the One I Don’t Want
Privileged
Elite
Red Card
Down We’ll Come, Baby
As Long As You Hate Me
All the Frogs in Manhattan
Save the Date
Melt
When Stars Burn Out
Ghost in His Eyes
Kissed by Reality
The Callahan Family Series:
Warning Track
Stealing Home
Check Swing
Control Artist
The Rogue Academy Series:
The Second Coming
The Lion Heart
The Mighty Anchor
The Nash Brothers Series:
Fleeting
Forgiven
Flutter
Falter
The Flipped Series:
Blind Landing
Grasping Air
The Captive Heart Duet:
Lost
Found
The Over the Fence Series:
Pitching to Win
Hitting to Win
Catching to Win
Box Sets:
The Nash Brothers Box Set
The Complete Captive Heart Duet
The Over the Fence Box Set
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Author of romance novels such as The Tenth Girl and Privileged, Carrie Aarons writes books that are just as swoon-worthy as they are sarcastic. A former journalist, she prefers the love stories of her imagination, and the athleisure dress code, much better.
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