Fisher's Light(77)

Sliding my leg between hers, I tap the instep of her foot with my toe.

“Spread your feet apart a little wider. You’re stance is too tight.”

Lucy leans into me when she moves her feet apart and I take a deep breath, inhaling the coconut scent lingering on her skin. Her eyes still haven’t left mine and my hands still haven’t let go of hers around the bat. I beg my dick to stay at ease and not jump up and poke her in the stomach.

“If it helps, imagine the ball is my head and you should be able to knock that thing out of the park,” I tell her with a soft smile.

Her cheeks flush pink and I’m hoping it’s because of my close proximity and not the sun blazing down on top of us.

“I think I got it,” she whispers back, making no effort to move away from me.

“If you two are finished canoodling, can we get back to the game?” Butch asks, coming right up next to us.

We both turn our heads to see him smiling at us. He gives us a wink before pulling his face guard down from the top of his head.

I back away from Lucy and give her an encouraging smile, even though all I want to do is tackle her to the ground and f*ck her on top of home plate.

“You can do this, Lucy. Eye on the ball.”

I clap loudly and continue cheering her on as I walk backwards towards the dugout.

As soon as I’m in the opening of the cage, my father comes right up next to me.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks in irritation.

“I was giving her a few pointers. Something you should have done as the team captain,” I explain sarcastically, trying my best not to lose my cool since the entire team has gotten up from the bench and is standing all around us cheering Lucy on.

“You were making a spectacle of yourself in front of the entire town. She has a boyfriend, who is in the stands and no doubt saw that entire display,” he says quietly with an edge to his voice. “Congratulations, you just made her look like the whore I always knew she was.”

My hands clench into fists at my sides and I get ready to spew as much hate at him as I can, but someone beats me to it.

“Shut the hell up, Jefferson,” my mother reprimands.

I didn’t even see her come down to the dugout, but I notice she’s carrying a small cooler filled with water bottles and must have been passing them out while I was with Lucy.

My father actually has the foresight to look embarrassed.

“Grace, I was just—”

“You were just, what? Making yourself look like an ass?” she interrupts him. “Keep your mouth shut about Lucy. You say one more unkind word about her and I will throw your shit out on the front lawn and you can find a new place to live.”

I don’t know who is more shocked about my mother’s threat, my father or me. We’re both wearing equal looks of disbelief on our faces, but mine is tinged with amusement that I can’t quite keep contained. I smile widely at my mother and she gives me a wink before going back to passing out bottles of water.

Moving away from my father before I punch him in the face, I start clapping and shouting as loud as I can for Lucy as the pitcher finishes up a couple practice pitches.

Pressing my hands together in silent prayer, I rest my fingers against my lips and hold my breath as Lucy gets into the stance I showed her and chokes up on the bat. The pitcher winds up and throws as hard as he can. Even with the entire park screaming and stomping their feet, I still hear the loud crack of the bat over the noise as it connects with the ball. My hands slowly drop from my face and my eyes widen in shock as I watch the ball Lucy just hit soar through the air and into the outfield.

The entire dugout begins screaming and hugging and jumping up and down. I start to join them when I realize Lucy is still standing on home plate with the bat in her hand, staring into the outfield in shock while the runner from third is almost home.

“LUCY! DROP THE BAT AND RUN, BABY!” I shout to her with a laugh.

She jumps out of her trance, tosses the bat to the side and takes off towards first. The guys in the outfield are scrambling to get to the ball since they all moved infield when she got up to bat. They’ve got a long way to run since she cracked the hell out of that thing. It bounced almost to the fence line.

Our entire team leaves the dugout and we’re standing along the first base line, cheering all the runners as they make it over home plate. The other team is screaming at the guys in the outfield, telling them to move their asses. Lucy rounds third when they finally get the ball and heave it infield. She slides across home plate like a pro, kicking up dust all over the place, right as the ball comes sailing in to the catcher.