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  Lanie pulls out her phone. I watch as she texts the infamous family group chat.

  Lanie: I have the eagle. She’s safe. However, her ex’s brother is a threat. I repeat…we have a Defcon one situation on our hands. Do not go in the building!!! We are in the pharmacy bathroom across the street.

  Di: Got it. Redirecting now.

  Kylie: I’m still five minutes out.

  C-Dog: Oh, is that the weird guy pacing in the lobby of the building.

  Lanie: Clark – get your ass over to the pharmacy NOW!

  C-Dog: Copy that, Mother Hen

  Mothership: Oh no! I’ve called the police. They said they are already responding to a call.

  Dad: Kids, stay put. I’m leaving work.

  Lanie: Dad, it’s under control.

  Lanie: Kylie – just stay put.

  Kylie: Too late – parking a few blocks away now

  Di: Where’s the bathroom?

  There’s another knock on the door.

  “You want me fluff your pillows?” Clark’s voice says through the door.

  Lanie throws open the door and pulls Clark inside just as Di runs up behind him and pushes inside too.

  “Uh, why are we all hiding in a bathroom?” Clark asks as he looks around. “Wow, the girls’ room is so much nicer than the guys’ bathroom.”

  Di slaps Clark on the back of the head. “Don’t be a dick. This is serious.”

  Di’s phone rings, and we all jump.

  “Stand down, people, It’s just Kyles. What’s up?” she answers as she puts it on speaker.

  “Cops are here, and they are talking to some sketchy dude out front that looks like he hasn’t showered in about a week.”

  “That’d be Jarrod,” I whisper.

  “Why are you whispering?” Kylie asks.

  “Can we all leave the bathroom now?” Clark questions us as he reaches for the door. Lanie slaps his hand.

  “Kyles? Is it safe?”

  “Yes, they are putting him in the cop car now.”

  With a sigh of relief, Di presses the end call button and we all pile out of the bathroom, past an older lady who gives us a surprised look.

  “Well, I never,” she says.

  “Her fly was stuck,” Clark says with a shrug as we all walk out of the pharmacy. Di bursts out laughing and suddenly we are all in hysterics as we make it to the sidewalk and Kylie.

  “What in the hell is so funny?” she asks.

  We all look at each other and break into another round of laughter. A moment later, she joins us. A few people stare and we all cry with laughter as the cop car carrying Jarrod pulls away.

  “Why are we laughing?” Di finally says as she wipes tears away.

  “Because we are in shock,” I say to her. My phone buzzes.

  It’s Eric, who I just unblocked.

  “Hey, the police have him. Are you OK?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine now. I hope he gets the help he needs.”

  “I do too. I’m sorry that happened.”

  “I’m just glad I figured it out before something bad occurred.”

  “Please don’t block me anymore, Tabs. I miss you.”

  “Eric…I just think I need some time to process everything. I can’t promise that I’ll unblock you. I need a lot more time and distance from everything. But maybe…someday, we can talk again.”

  He huffs. “You always did drive a hard bargain. Damn, I’ve been a real asshole. I understand if you can’t forgive me.”

  Images of happier times with Eric flash through my head. “Eric, I hope you get the help you need, and I hope Jarrod does, too.”

  “Thanks, Tabs. I just want you to be happy. I still think we are meant to be though.”

  “Bye, Eric,” I say, and I hang up and re-block his number. He’s still too fixated on me, and I don’t think contact with him is good at this point, maybe things will change…someday.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Kent

  Ray signals me a fastball, and I nod. I close my eyes. I’m about to shut this team down. I’ve managed to strike everyone out so far, and our team has had four runs to put us solidly in the lead. If I can get this guy out, we win.

  I release the ball and watch as it flies toward home plate. The whoosh sound it makes as Ray catches it is music to my ears.

  The team celebrates the win and my stellar performance, but all I know is I need to get to Tabitha. I kept eyeing Jacob during the whole game. He would shake his head. He’s sitting in Tabitha’s seat at my request, giving up his spot to another ball boy. I’ll pay him back for that later. As I look up for the millionth time, he gives me a grin and a thumbs-up, and I sigh with relief.

  An hour later, I push my way through the crowd, trying to be a good person to allow selfies and signing things as I go. I finally get to a clearing and I see my entire family, including Tabby. I run to them and pick her up, spinning her in my arms. She holds on to me tightly.

  “Are you OK? What happened?”

  “Did you not check your phone?” she whispers in my ear.

  I shake my head.

  “We need drinks,” C-Dog announces.

  My sisters slap him. “Clark, you aren’t twenty-one, you asshat,” Kylie says.

  “Let’s go home, and we can eat and debrief,” my father says.

  “Tabby’s coming with me,” I say as I pull her into my side and sling my bag over my shoulder. No says a word as I keep Tabby tucked against my side and walk toward my car.

  Tabitha

  Kent reads through his text messages before pulling away from the stadium. For the first ten minutes of the drive, we are silent. I think we are both processing everything that has happened today. Kent’s big win. My near run-in with a deranged man.

  “Tell me your life story,” Kent says out of nowhere.

  “My life story?” I ask, nearly choking on the words.

  “Yes, start from the very beginning.” We are sitting in crazy traffic, likely the aftermath of the game, so I know we have hordes of time.

  “I was born here in Maryland,” I begin. “My father was a deadbeat who left when I was a baby. I don’t remember him at all. I…don’t even have a photo of him.” I cringe at the reason why. I look over at Kent, wondering if he’ll see me differently when I finish this story. My gut says he likes me but will he still like me once he knows. “My mom did her best to provide for us. She was in a bad accident though and got addicted to the pain pills. It was downhill after that. I don’t even really remember her well. She died in a house fire when I was four.” I chicken out on telling him the whole story. “We moved in with my grandparents. I guess compared to before, life was sort of normal after that. My grandparents were older. We never really connected to them, but at least we had a roof over our heads and food in our bellies. Brix got a scholarship and went off to college. And I went to college for photography. And, well, here I am.”

  “What about your ex?”

  “Eric? He was my second serious boyfriend. I had one in high school. I met Eric in college. We had so much fun back then, but then he got weird. We got in a bad argument a few months back, he slapped me, and I left.”

  “And his brother?”

  “Jarrod was always…strange. I think they both have very different but very serious mental health issues. I didn’t even know Jarrod was on medicine.

  “What about you?” I ask him.

  “Me?”

  “Yeah, what’s your life story?”

  “Born in Maryland, too. You know my family. You know what I do. I played college ball and then went straight up the ladder to the big leagues. I’ve had a few serious relationships, but not recently. And that’s basically it.”

  My phone buzzes, and I frown when I see it’s Brixton calling me.

  “Brix?”

  “What the fuck, Tabby? I had to find out you’re dating a major league player on the news?”

  My frown deepens. “What are you talking about?”

  A moment later my buzzes with
a text message, and I look to see a screenshot of Brix’s phone. It’s a news article posted less than thirty minutes ago with a photo of Kent hugging me after the game with a headline that says, Moore’s New Girlfriend Congratulates Him on Big Win.

  “What’s wrong?” Kent asks. I turn my phone to him and his jaw clenches. “Damn paps.”

  “So?” Brix’s voice comes through my phone.

  “Uh, I…” I trail off because I don’t know what to say about Kent and me.

  Kent looks at me before grabbing the phone out of my hand.

  “Hey! You’re driving!” I yell. He puts it on speaker and sets it on his dashboard.

  “Hey, Brixton. This is Kent Moore. And yes, I’m dating your sister.”

  My brother is silent, so Kent continues.

  “She ran into some trouble with her ex’s brother today. I would like her to stay at my house for a while because it’s safer. What do you think?”

  “What? Her ex?”

  Kent fills my brother in while I sit there watching him. When he finishes, my brother curses.

  “Damn it, why didn’t you tell me any of this, Tabby?”

  I glare at Kent. “Because most of that just happened a few hours ago, Brix. Seriously what would you be able to do from the other side of the world, anyhow?”

  “I’m coming home. Clearly, you need me.”

  “No, no. Don’t do that. I’m fine, really.”

  He curses again. “Non-negotiable. I’ll see you stateside in a few weeks. I’ll call once I have a flight scheduled.” He hangs up, and I stare at the phone.

  “Well, it looks like I’ll get to meet your brother. That’ll be right after the series.”

  “Kent?

  “What are we doing?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, you just told my brother that I’m your girlfriend.”

  He turns to me. “You are.”

  “I am?”

  “Yes.”

  “Kent, we haven’t even. I mean, we barely know each other.”

  “Well, that is going to get rectified right now.”

  “Is it?”

  “Yes,” he announces as he pulls off the interstate and flies down back roads, presumably toward his house.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Kent

  I’m done playing games. Tabitha is fucking mine, and I am about to show her just how much she belongs to me and I belong to her.

  I pull into my driveway and park, getting out without saying a word. I text the family chat and say I’m exhausted as is Tabby and we are staying here. I’m sure I’ll get shit for this tomorrow, but I don’t care at the moment.

  “We’re staying here tonight,” I say to her as she follows me inside. Once the door is shut behind her, I take her in my arms, and using my whole body, I sandwich her against the wall.

  “I’m not playing a game with you, kitten. No more first, second, or third base, we are going for a home run tonight,” I whisper in her ear as goose bumps form on her skin.

  “We are?” she asks.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” I answer as I reach down to the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. I run my nose along her jaw and neck, smelling her scent and tasting her with my tongue. She moans and her hands fly to my biceps. I reach down and pick her up, carrying her into my room.

  Laying her down on my bed, I stand back up, admiring her fair skin against my dark sheets. She looks like a motherfucking dream.

  I remove my clothes as I watch her. She bites her lips and starts to unzip her jeans.

  “No, I get to do that,” I say to her as I pull my underwear off and watch her mouth form an “o” as she looks at me.

  I fist my dick in my hand. “Your turn.” I crawl up the bed and pull her jeans and underwear down in one swift tug. Her skin feels like the softest silk beneath my fingers as I grip her ankles and spread her open.

  She blushes as I expose her. “Kent,” she whispers. I kiss the inside of her thigh.

  “What?”

  “I…you don’t have to…I mean…” She trails off, her face further reddening.

  I look up at her from between her legs.

  “Kitten, I don’t know what that fucker did or didn’t do, but I’m about to eat the fuck out of this pussy and if it tastes half as intoxicating as it smells, then I won’t be done for quite a while, so buckle in, baby, because I want you screaming my name,” I say as I lean down and run my tongue up her slit. “Fuck yeah, you taste perfect.”

  With that I spread her farther open and go to town on her clit, licking and sucking. It doesn’t take long for her to scream my name. I slowly sink a finger inside her hot channel. Her body squirms and she pushes against me.

  “Kent,” she cries out. “Please.”

  I grin against her sex. “Please what, kitten?”

  “I need you, please.”

  “As you wish,” I say with a smirk as I crawl up her body. I go to grab a condom from my nightstand, but her hand flies to mine.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask her.

  “Nothing…I…we’re together, right?”

  I nod. “Yes.”

  “And exclusive?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  “And are you clean?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well…I’m on birth control…so…you don’t need to…we can…without it.” She glances over at the condom in my hand. I freeze for a moment. I pride myself on self-control. I’ve never, ever done it without a condom. My high school girlfriend wasn’t on the pill, so it was essential even though we had been virgins. And my two girlfriends since then, one insisted on double protection and the other one we just never talked about not using it. And all the other women, well, I always used it. But, as I stare down at Tabitha, I suddenly see our future together. I’m not scared of accidental babies, and I know we are both clean.

  “OK,” I say slowly. I set the condom down and lean in to kiss her, letting our lips mold together like our mouths were created just for this purpose. She sighs against me, and I caress her tongue with mine. She reaches down between us and lines my cock up with her pussy as I slowly sink into her.

  I groan into her mouth as I feel her heat and satiny flesh against my dick. “Fuck, kitten, you feel like home.”

  Her head rolls back as I bottom out inside her, my balls slapping her skin. “Don’t stop,” she groans.

  “Never,” I murmur as I begin to move. She wraps her legs around me, and I grind my hips. She trembles and arches her back.

  “I need…more,” she moans as she thrusts up against me.

  I lift her legs to my shoulders and thrust deeper inside her, and it’s like I’ve unlocked a beast. She cries out and thrashes her head from side to side, her hips bucking wildly against me.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she yells.

  Fuck, that is hot. My rhythm becomes relentless as I take more, going deeper, pounding harder. I feel her body tightening around my cock, and I know she’s close. I grind my pelvis more, creating friction against her swollen clit as she screams my name so loud, I’m fairly certain my neighbors down the street hear her. I give zero fucks because right now I’m about to fill my woman up with my seed, and it is going to be epic.

  “Tabitha!” I yell as I feel my balls tighten. I thrust into her several more times before I come.

  Our bodies still, and we lie there. I'm propped up on my elbows and her knees are still around my shoulders. I’m so deep inside her, I swear my cock has to be hitting her stomach or liver. Her tiny body seems too small, yet, I fit so fucking perfectly inside it.

  “Your pussy is like some magical purse,” I say to her as I kiss down her jawline.

  “What?” she says on a breathy laugh.

  “You’re so tiny, it doesn’t make physical sense how I can fit so perfectly inside you. So, it must be magic.”

  Her belly shakes with laughter. “Maybe your dick is magical, like it shrinks when it’s inside me.”

  I pull back and give her a shocked lo
ok. “King Albert does not shrink!”

  Her entire body is now convulsing with laughter. “King Albert? You named your dick?”

  “Uh, yeah, every guy does. Don’t let them fool you.”

  She shakes her head as tears stream down her face. “No, that’s not OK.”

  “Learn to love it.”

  “Nope, you have to un-name it.”

  “Not happening.”

  Her inner muscles clench with her giggles and my softening dick perks back up.

  “What the…you can’t possibly be getting…see, your dick is magical!”

  It’s my turn to laugh now as I start to move inside her again. “I can’t help it. You’re making me feel like a horny teenage boy. I just want to fuck you all night.”

  “Uh, yes, please.”

  I grin. “Prepare to be royally fucked…by the King that is.”

  She breaks down in giggles again, but when I thrust hard, her giggles turn to moans.

  “That’s right, kitten. The King and I can go all night.”

  Tabitha

  Jesus, I thought Kent was maybe exaggerating about his sexual prowess, but god damn it, he’s good and his endurance is, well, after round four, I passed out. I have never passed out from sex, ever, but it happened.

  Around three in the morning, he woke me for round five. I almost pretended to be asleep because my poor vagina is not used to this kind of use. But Kent can be very persuasive. And by persuasive, I mean he went down on me until I was begging him for another round.

  I don’t even know what time it is, but I know it’s early. The sun isn’t out yet, but I can tell by the lighter tint of blue in the sky that it won’t be long until sunrise. I snuggle deeper against the ball of heat that is Kent Moore.

  Kent has me in some sort of death grip against him. His arms are locked around my body, his right leg is over mine. I’m surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees of Kent. And it feels…right. And that scares the shit out of me.