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    “We should get out of here,” I grunt.
    She looks up at me with those wide eyes, fingering the hem of her shirt. “Why?”
    I place my hands on her sides, grazing my palms over the edge of her breasts. They’re perfect, fitting in my hand exactly. Round and firm. A woman’s breasts, not a girl’s. Her nipples rise through the shirt in reaction. “Bird, don’t make me regret this.”
    She pulls her shirt over her head exposing herself. There’s not an ounce of shyness in her and when I reach for her bra she bats my hand away. Taking control. “I don’t believe in regrets.”
    I snort because that’s all my life is full of, but I’m mesmerized by what’s in front of me. Black lace this time and peeking out from between her tits is another tattoo. I reach for it, tugging the middle of her bra down until I can see it better.
    Another bird. This one has wings spread wide, touching the arching curve inside each breast. “Jesus,” I breathe, wondering who this girl is and where she came from.
    I press my thumb against it, fanning my fingers over her skin, brushing against her hard nipple. Her breath catches and she rubs against me, her own fingers at my buttons.
    My shorts fall to my ankles and I kick them off, trying not to trip and fall. My cock bounces painfully against my stomach and she touches the tip with perfect fingers. Then she lifts her finger to her lips, sucking the pre-cum off the end.
    “One second,” I tell her and scramble for my pants. I find what I’m looking for and tear open the condom, because like I told Joe, we don’t need any Jensen babies running around here and my dick has been all over the place. She plucks the wrapper from my hands and masterfully rolls it on, grazing my balls when she finishes.
    Ahhhhh.
    I wish I could say this was the first time I’d fucked a girl in the dugout. I wish the first girl had been this girl, but I’d been here before. I reach under her thin, cotton skirt and tug off her panties. I run two fingers between her legs.
    “I’m ready,” she assures me, kicking her underwear next to her shirt.
    I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, her mouth connected to mine. She makes a tiny squeak when I slide in and I open my eyes. Hers are still closed but she’s smiling and I kiss it right off her mouth. I kiss her while I move inside her. I kiss her when she says, “Faster,” breathless against my tongue.
    Her fingers grip the back of my shirt, digging through the fabric to the skin. I wish we were flesh to flesh and I move my lips from her mouth to the bird between her breasts, sucking the soft skin.
    Her breathing quickens, which, thank god, because I’m holding out as long as I can. I don’t want to disappoint her. I want her to come but my balls are throbbing, tightening and I think I’m not going to make it when she makes these little cries in my ear.
    I slam into her twice, three times, unloading everything I’ve got, groaning loud. Weeks of pent-up frustration pour out of me. All the anger from today. All the hurt. I grip her ass and thrust one more time, pressing my sweaty forehead to hers.
    “Damn.”
    “Seriously,” Hollis says. I gently ease her to the ground, trying not to make a mess.
    Were both breathing heavy and covered in sweat. I hand over her discarded clothing while picking up my own. We dress in the darkened dugout, saying little, but I have to keep my hands off of her—even now. Even after that, all I want is to do it again.
    “God,” I tell her, locking the shed door and taking her hand. We walk toward the empty parking lot. “I needed that. You have no idea.”
    “I have a little bit of an idea,” she laughs, swinging our hands.
    She’s standing at her shitty car and I open the door.
    “Goodnight, Tucker.”
    She kisses me again, tongue slipped in my mouth. I kiss her back but don’t touch her. well, only her hair because her skin lights my body on fire and I don’t need to go home hard