Hissy Fit (The Southern Gentleman #1)(25)

My eyes slammed shut, my connection to Ezra’s beautiful gaze falling to the wayside. My legs clamped even tighter around his hips, and my arms froze. One in his hair, and the other on my clit.

Ezra’s curse of agony followed mine, and had I heard it any other time when I wasn’t experiencing my out of body experience, I would’ve definitely asked him if he was okay.

Turns out, he was dying his own little death, but I was too lost to care.

At least not until long moments later, when the wind died down, and our breathing started to calm.

“You know,” he murmured, sounding almost disappointed in himself. “I’ve taught that sex-ed class for years. I’ve blasted the safe sex point home more times than I can count, and then bam. You walk into my life, and I lose every single bit of self-control I thought I had.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

“I’m clean,” I breathed against his chest.

He snorted. “Honey, your virginity is staining my still hard dick right now. I have no doubt in my mind that you’re clean.”

I felt my lips twitch.

I couldn’t really say what I was thinking, because what I was thinking probably wasn’t something he needed to hear.

Because if I told him that the idea of having his baby was overtly appealing to me, and I hoped that he’d gotten me pregnant, he might very well realize how crazy I was, and kick me out.

Therefore, I kept my mouth shut and tried not to act excited about having sex with Ezra McDuff—my high school crush, and Ezra losing so much control that he forgot the number one rule of sex—glove it if you love it.





Chapter 8


Eating is cheaper than therapy.

-Fact of Life

Ezra

My anger at my team had not abated despite having a three-day weekend to calm down.

Then again, seeing the fields that I’d painstakingly worked so hard on trashed due to the weather a few days ago hadn’t helped matters, either.

Honestly, the only thing saving these kids from having to run for the next three weeks straight was the looseness that I felt after spending the night with Raleigh.

When I walked onto the field Tuesday afternoon, every single boy looked bored to tears.

They didn’t seem scared. They didn’t look particularly ashamed. They looked like they were ready to hang out and play some recreational ball.

Well, I was sorry to say, they wouldn’t be playing ball at all today.

They’d be running.

And when they weren’t running, they’d be doing burpees.

Two of the most awful things I could think of.

“Let’s head to the track,” I ordered, waving my hand in the direction of where I wanted them to go.

Groans filled the air.

“What for, Coach?”

I looked over my shoulder at my nephew.

“Unfortunately, a few ruined it for you all. Since you’re all a team, you will be punished as a team.” I paused. “And next time you see your teammates doing something stupid, you will say something to help convince them of why it’s not a good idea.”

Another round of groans.

“Come on, Coach. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

I froze when I heard Mackie’s rebuttal.

“Not that big of a deal?” I turned to look at him. “Tell me, how the hell do you think it’s not that big of a deal? You laughed at a boy that lost everything. Everything, Mackie.”

The boys shuffled on their feet, clearly rethinking their actions from three nights before.

“Riggs,” I called out, pointing at the shortstop. “What would you do if you couldn’t walk anymore?”

Riggs didn’t say a word.

“And you, Boney,” I called, pointing at my relief pitcher. “What would you do if you woke up one day and realized that you couldn’t get yourself to the toilet to take a shit?”

Still nothing.

“Jacks.” I looked at the catcher who standing next to me. “What would you do if you found out that you could never drive that shiny new truck again?”

Slowly but surely, I went through each and every senior on the team.

“What would you do if you woke up tomorrow and realized your entire life was over?” I asked. “That you had to relearn the basics. Figure out how to do things that you had mastered when you were a baby? How to eat. How to sleep. How to get to the bathroom. How to shower. How to do just about everything you’ve always taken for granted.”

“Shit.”

That came from Riggs.

“Y’all know as well as I do that Morgan’s life was baseball,” I continued. “How do you think it makes him feel to know that you don’t support him?”

Every single boy looked at their feet, but I had a feeling that the little shit Mackie only did it because he didn’t want to be out of place amongst the group.

If Mackie wasn’t such a good player, I’d think about kicking him off the team.

He was a selfish prick and I’d honestly never come as close as I did with Mackie to hating a student.

My anger rose once again, and I narrowed my eyes at the entire team.

“Unfortunately for you underclassmen, y’all are going to share in the seniors’ punishment.” I paused to look at my nephew, giving him an annoyed glance. Once my eyes were turned back to the group of seniors, I let them hear the anger in my voice. “I may not be able to physically touch you, but I can still kick your ass. Now run.”