The Pitcher's Act

23

OLIVIA

"Jonesy!" A voice yells, making me stir. I bury my face into Colby's armpit, desperately wanting to go back to sleep. We were up all night. I'm pretty sure we had just fallen asleep an hour ago. It was well worth it, though.

I can see the light peeking in through the curtain that wasn't closed all the way. It is morning, at least.

Someone pounds on the door, making me jump. "Colby, wake the fuck up!"

He finally stirs, stretching his arms and yawning. I flinch and open my eyes as another bang on the door arrives. He groans before looking down at me, "Close your ears," he warns.

I barely have my hands over my ears before he is shouting, "What the fuck do you want?"

"I hate to open this," the familiar voice of Jayden says through the door. He whips it open, shielding his eyes from us with his hand.

"Oh fuck off, we aren't naked." Well, I wasn't naked. I slung a t-shirt over my body after our sex-a-thon so I could use the bathroom. Colby is the nude one. "What do you want?"

He lowers his hand and looks at us. "Sorry to interrupt your love fest, but we got practice in fifteen minutes."

Colby groans, his arm squeezing around me. "Since when?"

"Coach texted at seven. He found out the guys got shitfaced at the ball last night. He said whoever doesn't show up has to run poles later."

Shit. I forgot about my own practice. "What time is it?"

"Almost ten."

I gasp, sitting up, the covers falling, almost revealing Colby's naked lower body. "I have practice, too!"

"Crawford?"

Jayden shrugs, "Won't answer his phone. He was fucked up last night." Colby says nothing as he rolls his eyes.

Colby moves, and Jayden covers his eyes as Colby's beautiful dick is on display, "Christ! I thought you said you weren't naked!"

Colby laughs, pulling the covers back up, "Correction, she's not naked."

Jayden turns around and walks out, "I'll be in the car. Hurry the fuck up."

I climb out of bed, realizing I have no clothes to wear out of here except a dress and heels. I gather up my things and look at him just as he's getting out of bed, "Colby?" The dull ache between my legs almost makes me climb back into the bed with him. It hurts so good. I want to always feel like this. Full.

"Yeah?" He says, scratching his curls and walking towards me.

"Do you have any pants I can wear out of here?"

He grins, knowing he purposely wouldn't grab me any clothes to wear out of here last night. "Of course," he says, walking to his dresser and pulling a pair of sweatpants out. I reach my hand out for them, and he snatches it away, "Nah, you got to give me a kiss first."

I roll my eyes, huffing. Of course. I walk up to him, stand on my tippy toes, and kiss him. He wraps his arms around me, ready to deepen the kiss. I pull away, "Now is not the best time." He squeezes my ass, then lightly smacks it as he moves away in search of his own clothes to wear.

I hurriedly pull the sweatpants on, which are double my size. I'm pretty sure I could fit both my legs into one hole. I roll them up as many times as they go and curse Colby for not having a mirror in his room. I probably look like an idiot.

He finishes dressing a moment later and looks at me, "God, you're sexy." He walks over to me, his hand brushing over my jaw, "I'll see you later, okay?"