Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I’ve seen Green pissed. It’s usually at one of the other players, never at me. In all my life baseball has been my world and my escape. No, Coach Green never had to be pissed at me and yet, here he is. Fucking spectacular. When this game is over, and once I track Tillie down, and I’ve spanked her ass to the point the only comfortable position she can be in is on her hands and knees in my bed—head up, ass down—and after she’s sucked me off until her stomach is bloated from how much fucking cum I’ve made her swallow down, she’s going to give me her ass while begging for more—even if she doesn’t like it.
All that for making Coach Green pissed at me and ruining my love of the game.
It won’t be enough, but it might calm my ass down a small amount so I can fucking breathe.
“We okay here, Ryder?”
“Yeah,” I clip. We’re fucking peachy, Coach. I can’t find Tillie and she’s hiding from me. My cock is hard because I can’t stop thinking about how I’m going to punish her. She’s made me hate baseball and if I don’t get off the field soon, I’m probably going to get arrested or put in the looney bin. I can’t tell him that, so instead I just say, “Yeah, I’m good.” My voice is tight, my body tighter.
“Whatever you got in your head, you need to clear it out,” Green mutters.
“I’ll do that,” I tell him. I’ll do it as soon as I’ve unloaded three gallons of cum into Tillie’s mouth and put her to work to make some more.
“See that you do,” Green orders.
“Sure. We done here?” I snap.
I want off this damn field. I’ve been trying to get Tillie on the phone since eight o’clock yesterday. I’m not counting the random times I tried on and off yesterday. I’m saying I’ve tried without pausing since last night at eight. I did that up until I was forced to go out on the field and that happened without pause. She’s not answering. I’ve run the gamut of emotions from fear to just straight up anger.
“Sure, Ryder. We’re done. Just one more thing.”
“Shoot,” I mutter.
“When this is over, I’m going to kick your ass for failing to show me respect.”
Fucking spectacular.
“Understood.”
Yet another thing to punish Tillie for. If I find her. I’ve called her parents, but they hung up on me after her father called me a fucking pathetic excuse for a man who was going to kick my ass if I showed up in Pine Ridge and even tried to contact his daughter. This was good news, because that was the moment that I knew she wasn’t dead beside the road somewhere and just mad at me for something. Admittedly, it wasn’t great that whatever it was she involved her parents—that’s another reason for punishment—but it was better than imagining her dying somewhere unknown and me unable to get to her.
I’m not sure what’s going on but as soon as this game is done, I’m flying down to Wyoming and if my mind doesn’t change, I’m stripping her down in the middle of town and spanking her ass for every last person in Pine Ridge to see.
“Right,” Green breathes. “Jesus, I’m too old for this shit. Dealing with my mom is easier than getting you assholes to listen.”
I watch him stomp off and step back up to the plate. I watch as the pitcher lines up and my fingers clench on the bat. He releases and I swing…
“Strike! You’re outta’ here!” he yells.
I throw the bat down in disgust. I stomp off the field toward the dugout, head down and seething. I’m not watching where I’m going. I’m too angry and paying attention is beyond me, but my entire body jerks and a hiss escapes my lips when a baseball bounces off my stomach.
What the actual fuck?
“You asshole!”
I look across from me to see Tillie standing there angry as hell—but not as angry as me. She’s got two more balls in her hands and her hair is whipping around her face with the wind.
“Buttons, what the fu—” The word ends in a groan as she hits me with another ball. This one lands too close to my balls and will probably bruise my thighs. Damn.
“Don’t call me that!” she screams. “Don’t ever call me that again!” Her voice is full of fury and something else… pain. What. The. Fuck.
That seems to be the only three words that keep repeating in my head at the moment. She takes aim with another ball, and I shake my head.
“Damn it, Bu—Tillie, what are you doing?”
“I knew you weren’t good for me, Ryder. I knew it. I let you in and you destroyed me all over again. You’re a liar and an asshole and I hate you! I hate myself for ever letting you back into my life.”