Cleat Catcher (The Cleat Chaser Duet Book 2) Read Free Page B

kissed me. My Violet Beauregard blueberry balls yearned for a release.
    “She ready to go?” I whispered in her ear.
    “She is off the disabled list and ready for cock.” Nik leaned back and stared at me.
    “Good. He misses you, you know?” I glanced to the tent forming in my jeans.
    “I know, baby. I sure do. I missed him too.” She brushed her ass against my dick as she turned to say hi to everyone else.
    I glanced around the bar. It was the same place where Easton nearly destroyed Sean's face. Ahh, the memories. I nudged Easton. “Want to go grab a couple pitchers of Smithwicks?”
    “Yep.” He turned on his heel, and we strode toward the bar.
    I leaned down and propped my elbows on the smooth wood surface. The difference in weight on my knees made me wince a little.
    “Knees?” Easton looked down at my legs.
    “They’ll be fine. Some of us have to do real work. Not fuck off like pitchers and shag flies all day.” I smirked.
    “Yeah, you do a lot of work on your knees, I hear. Surprised they lasted this long.” He did that thing where he pretended to jerk an imaginary dick near his mouth and stuck his tongue in his cheek in rhythm.
    “It's not my fault your mom grabs me by the hair and bucks on my face like she's riding a prized bull. Shit is like licking sandpaper.” I looked up at him and tried to keep a straight face.
    A vein bulged in his neck. I shrugged it off. He started it. Crude humor was my thing. If he didn't like it, he could eat a bag of dicks.
    “Really?” He turned to the bartender and ordered two pitchers.
    Why let the fun stop? “Really, man. It's like the Sahara down there. I'll find the oasis one day I suppose. The struggle is real.”
    While E worked up his next comeback, I reached out and snagged a coaster and began picking at the edges.
    Instead of blasting me with a well-deserved insult, he put a hand on my shoulder. “Everything okay?”
    I scoffed and forced myself to leave the coaster alone. He’d picked up on my tell. “Yeah, man. I’m good.”
    “Braden, look at me.”
    Fuck. I turned my head and whistled. Talking things out was for chicks. Not me.
    “What's up?” He burned a hole in the side of my head with his stare.
    “It's nothing, man. Don't sweat it.” I turned to him, hoping he'd leave it alone.
    “Tell me what's up. You're acting weird.”
    I sighed. There was no getting rid of him. “It's just some bullshit with Nik's parents. Got me a little stressed. It's nothing.”
    He grinned. “Meeting the parents, huh? You guys pregnant?” He laughed at his own joke like a rookie.
    I flashed him my best you're-a-fucking-idiot look.
    “So what, man? You'll be fine.” He handed some money to the bartender.
    “I know. I mean—umm—it's just different with her. And she's super excited about it. Not making shit easier. Know what I mean?” I grabbed one of the pitchers of beer.
    “Just nerves. You'll ace the parent test. You're you, after all.” He looked me up and down. “People like you. You're fine.”
    I looked over at Nik, her perfect body hugged by her tight jeans and Ravens t-shirt that she had bedazzled up with my number. Classic Nik style. “I love her, man. Like bad. I don't want to fuck it up. I know they'll be uppity. She comes from money and shit.”
    “Just be yourself. If they hate you, then it's because they already do. And nothing you could do would change that. Trust me.”
    We started toward the table.
    “I guess.” I shrugged, but kept the pitcher steady, because spilling beer was a crime against humanity.
    “It's about time you two dick shits brought the beer. You finish whitewashing his tonsils, Braden? We all know Easton is a catcher at heart.” Kasey snickered.
    “Keep it up, lil sis. Heard you sucked off a Sharpie hog last night.” I grinned at Kasey as her cheeks grew a slight pink.
    “Laugh it up, twinkle titties. I'll never suck a dick. Ever !”
    Kyrie and Nik giggled. Kasey swiped the pitcher from my hand and filled her