Bender

“Come on Cam!” Wrigley yelled. “This isn’t fuckin’ tee-ball, let’s go.”

Camden flipped him the bird and repositioned himself. “One more time, Blue. Give it to me good.”

Oh I’ll give it to you. He already had two strikes, and I was pretty confident I could get him to swing and miss a third time. His deep chocolate eyes were silently challenging me, testing me to see if I’d waver. I gave him another pitch. If a ball could move in slow motion, I swear this one did. I watched as it went straight toward home plate, Camden was focused as he brought the bat around and took a swing. The ball never co

“You just let a girl strike you out hot shot, good going,” Dodger grumbled.

He said nothing in return. He simply looked at me and gri

“Better luck next time, hot shot.” I picked at him.

He barked a laugh. “Yeah, we’ll see Blue.”

The game continued on, and we played four i

After the game, everyone packed up and loaded up on the golf carts. Camden was still holding a bat and ball when he told them, “You guys go ahead. Keegan and I will walk back.”

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Holding the bat out, handle first he said, “Step up to the plate Keegan.”

I didn’t know whether it was his tone, or how his eyes were drilling into my own, but I gladly obliged. Taking the bat I went to home plate and waited for his next command. He walked out to the pitcher’s mound and stood with his body to the side. I almost gaped at the view. I loved the line of his back that led to his well fitted jeans. I’d never tired of his perfect body. It was a treat to look at with clothes off and on. It was getting cooler outside in the evening with the fall weather. Chills ran across my exposed skin.

“Let’s see how you can hit when I’m pitching.”

“I’m pretty sure I can hit it out of the park if you’re throwing.”

Delight danced across his features. “You think so?”

“Oh I know so. Throw the ball Brooks, I’ve got this,” I taunted. Putting the bat up by my shoulders, I place my elbows out and my feet wide.

He tossed the first ball, and it went a little faster than I’d been expecting. Then again he threw it overhand, which was a switch up from earlier. It went past my bat, and I swung at the air.

Quirking an eye brow he bemused, “You sure about that pretty girl?”

“Shut up and give me another one,” I ground out, steadying myself.

He got back into a pitcher’s pose and held the ball near his face. When he threw it, the ball went too far to the left, and I couldn’t have hit it if I’d tried.

“You talked a big game earlier, and now look who can’t hit the ball?” He was trying to piss me off, and for some reason I took the bait.

“It would help if you threw it over the plate.”

“You could have it hit that and you know it.” I nearly growled. Biting my tongue I got back in position but pointed my bat out to the field. He caught my meaning and chuckled. “Okay Babe Ruth, let’s see if I can strike you out, or if you can knock it out of the park.”

Rolling his shoulders he looked at me, his intense stare building my confidence with a drive to beat him. When he threw the pitch, I kept my eye on the ball, ignoring everything else around me. Bringing the bat down and extending my arms, the wood co

He was hot on my heels when he said, “I’m going to catch you, Keegan. I always do.”

I giggled and ran a little faster. I heard the sound of his feet hitting the ground behind me, causing my heart to beat harder than it already was. I darted to the side, looking over my shoulder at him. I knew that if he wanted, Camden could catch me, he was easily faster that I was. My short stride didn’t take me near as far as his longer one did. Thinking I was being smart, I slowed myself down and waited for him to get close enough. At the last second, I switched directions and moved just out of his grasp. I was about to take off again in a sprint, but he did some crazy spin and was able to wrap his arms around me. He picked me up so that my back was to his front, and he lifted me off the ground. I was laughing so hard that my stomach hurt.

“Gotcha!” he stated proudly.

Between fits of laughter I said, “I totally knocked your ball out of the park.”

Maneuvering me in the air, he flipped me over and for the second time today I was dangling over his shoulder. “Gloating is usually not a very attractive quality, but for some reason it’s cute on you so I’ll let it slide.”

I slide my hand down the back of his pants and reveled in the feel of his firm ass cheek. “Mmm…I know something that’s cuter.”

He slapped my butt, and I yelped. Smoothing his hand over the burn he said, “How about you not start something you can’t finish.”

“Who said I wouldn’t finish?”

I heard him rumble something under his breath before he set me down on my feet. My back was now up against the fence where our belongings had been, and Camden hovered over the top of me. “Never pegged you for the public indecency types, but I’m willing to go along with it.”

I shoved his shoulder. “Shut up. You know I’d never.”