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“Are you ready for the game tomorrow?”

“I will be once Lexi takes care of the hard on I’ve been sporting since she put on her skimpy lingerie.”

“Jake Taylor!” Lexi shouted, as the phone was shuffled around again. “I’m changing once I get off the phone with Parker. You’ve lost all touching privileges now.”

Parker laughed as he heard Jake poke the fire by telling her there was no way she would be able to resist him. Jealousy settled in as he listened to Jake and Lexi playfully bantering with each other. Parker wanted that. He wanted what Jake and Lexi had, maybe with a less dramatic beginning, but he wanted love; he wanted to be able to spend his life with someone, get lost in them. Margo’s face came into his head once he started thinking about a future with someone. They had a long ways to go, but damn if he wasn’t happy with the way things were already going.

The thought of Margo and him moving in that direction put a smile on his face. Their relationship was still brand new, like baby-fawn-trying-to-figure-out-how-to-walk new, but the connection they had was unmistakable; there was a universal pull tying them together that was undeniable and he sure as hell was not going to fight it.

“Sorry about my horn dog of a husband,” Lexi apologized. Parker could picture her bright red face right now. She was good at dishing it, but when it came to her private life, she was more guarded and less willing to talk, especially when it came to the bedroom.

“Can you blame me?” Jake asked, shouting in the background.

Cutting into the awkward conversational three-way they were having, Parker said, “Well, I’m going to get going anyway, Lex. I have to take a shower and make sure everything is in place for tonight.”

“Alright. We get home late tomorrow night. Will you be home?”

“Uh, I’ll probably be at Margo’s apartment.”

“Eeeep!!” Lexi squealed once again.
 

“And I’m going, talk to you later, Lexi.” As Parker was hanging up, he heard her yell out to call her when he was done with his date, but in Parker’s mind that was a fat chance in hell. If there was a sure-fire way to ruin things with Margo, it would be by getting Lexi involved. She would be too pushy and put her matchmaker hat on, which they didn’t need. Nope, Parker planned on pursuing Margo all by himself.
 

**Jane**

Albert dropped Jane off at the ballpark after they’d had breakfast and picked out the two best candidates to help out at JB Events. Jane was thinking about hiring them temporarily to see how they worked out and then, if business continued to do well and they were hard workers, Jane would hire them full time and take a step away from the business, promoting Patty to take care of the day-to-day, so Jane could spend more time with her little one, once she came along.
 

The crack of the bat echoed through the cinderblock walls as Jane walked toward the batting cages that were close to the home team’s dugout. They were Brady’s favorite cages in the stadium, for some reason; he said they always brought him luck. Jane never really got the whole superstition thing baseball players lived by, but she just went along for the ride because she thought it was kind of cute to see what Brady would do just to have a little luck on his side.
 

Turning the corner to head down the tunnel that led to the field and the cages, Jane ran smack into what felt like a brick wall; if it wasn’t for the steady hands that held her up, she would have fallen right on her ass.
 

“Jane? God, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there. Are you alright?”

Jane looked up into a friendly pair of deep brown eyes. “Michael!” Jane threw her arms around her friend from college and hugged the hell out of him. “I haven’t seen you in a while. Where have you been?”

“Took a nice vacation after the season, went to Cabo, got drunk, impregnated some women and slept a lot.”

Jane playfully slapped Michael. “You did not get anyone pregnant.”

“No, but wouldn’t that be a story?”

“Only you would be excited about something like that.”

Michael laughed. “Hey, it would put a little drama in the mundane life I’ve been living lately. Honestly, I thought going on vacation was going to spice things up a bit, but all it got me was a couple of nights of subpar sex and a hell of a lot of hangovers.”

Jane felt bad for Michael. He’d been searching for someone to spend time with ever since his bitch of a wife, Kelly, cheated on him. There was a short period of time where Michael actually had a thing for Jane, but that was forgotten and now they were back to being friends, like they were in college.
 

“That sounds like a good vacation to me, except for the subpar sex.”

“Yeah, all the girls had fake tits or Botox lips, so it was less than exciting for me. I like boobs and lips all juicy like, you know?” Michael made gestures with hands in front of his chest, making Jane cringe.

“Well, this has been a nice chat, but I’m going to go find my husband now.”

Michael laughed as he held out his arm to her. “I’ll walk you to him. Don’t need you falling over in those heels.” Michael examined her belly and said, “How’s the baby?”

“Great, actually…” Jane paused and grabbed Michael’s hand and placed it right below her right ribcage. “You feel that?”

It took a second, but the baby kicked against Jane’s stomach, making Michael look up at Jane in surprise.

“Holy shit! Is that her kicking?”

Jane smiled and nodded her head. “Yes, it is. She’s been having a field day with my ribs and bladder today. She’s already a troublemaker and she isn’t even fully grown yet.”

“Sounds like her father,” Michael winked.

“I hope so.”

They walked up to the cages where Marc was throwing to Brady behind a screen. Brady was wearing his typical workout gear, a pair of mesh shorts that hung low off his hips and a Braves shirt with the sleeves cut off. Jane watched his muscles ripple as he gripped his bat and swung it back and forth, getting ready for the next pitch.
 

“Hey, handsome,” Jane called out.
 

Brady turned his head and smiled brightly at Jane.
 

“Hey sweet…son of a bitch!” Brady called out as he clenched his back. Marc was laughing at the other end of the cage as Brady dropped his bat and charged after Marc, who’d just pegged him in the back with the ball.
 

“Not in front of the lady,” Marc danced around the cage, avoiding Brady’s lunges.
 

“She’s seen worse, dickhead.”
 

Trying to protect himself, Marc sprinted toward Jane, ducked under the netting and positioned himself behind her.
 

“Careful now, I have your wife and baby in my hands.”

Brady walked to where she, Marc, and Michael were standing with the swagger of a damn sex god and, just like that, Jane was ready for Brady to take her in the locker room.
 

“Remove yourself…” Brady demanded.

“Brady…”

Brady met Jane’s eyes and said, “What’s up, babe?”

“Can I talk to you in private?”

All the fun that was present in Brady’s face instantly vanished as he came toward Jane, worry replacing any sort of enjoyment he’d been experiencing.
 

“Of course.” Brady escorted her to the video room that wasn’t very far from the cages. Brady closed the door, locked it, and was at Jane’s side in seconds. “Jane, is everything okay?” Brady felt Jane’s belly and searched her eyes.

Smiling, she wrapped her arms around Brady’s neck, even though he was a bit sweaty, and pulled him in closer. She couldn’t get enough of her man, her husband.

“Everything is fantastic, handsome.”

“Okay, then why are we talking in private? You have my heart racing a mile a minute, babe.”

“I’m going to have your dick growing a mile a minute in two seconds.” Jane moved her hands down to Brady’s shorts and started stroking him through his clothes, making him moan.
 

Even though he was clearly enjoying what Jane was doing with her hand, he still asked, “Babe, seriously, is everything okay?”

“Everything is fantastic. I just wanted you alone because seeing you in the cage, with your muscles on display, I just had to have you.”

Realization spread across Brady’s face as he smirked down at her. “My muscles, eh? Well, I will remember that when I’m in the weight room. My lady likes her man beefy.”

“No, not beefy, toned,” she corrected.

“That comment makes me think you don’t see me as a beefcake.”

“No, you’re more of a vegetarian patty,” Jane joked, knowing what she was saying was far from the truth. Brady was a beefcake alright, and she couldn’t help but revel in his beefiness.

“Well, I guess this vegetarian patty is going to have to prove you wrong.”

Brady lifted Jane’s dress and pulled down her panties with ease, not even giving his actions a second thought.
 

“Tell me how you want it, pip-squeak. Quick and dirty or long and dragged out?”

“Fuck me quick and dirty, Brady.”

Brady growled in her ear, pulled his shorts and boxers down in one swift movement and was sitting in a chair before Jane could even blink. He held out his hand as his cock jutted out in excitement. She would never get tired of the sight of him, completely aroused for her and only her.
 

“Come here.”
 

Jane obliged and straddled Brady’s legs, she was about to sit down when he turned her around and made her sit down on top of him with her back against his chest. He eased himself into her already-wet center and groaned as she fully opened herself to him.
 

“So damn good.”

Jane agreed, even though she was a little sore. It was a side-effect of being five months pregnant, sore lady parts.
 

“You doing okay?” Brady asked, as he worked his hands under her cotton dress and across her bra-covered breasts.
 

“I thought this was supposed to be quick and dirty. What’s with all the talking?”

“Can’t blame a guy for making sure his girl is doing okay, but now that I know you’re good, I want you to angle your chest forward and hook your feet around my legs.”

“I’m going to fall forward, especially with this belly weighing me down.”

“No, you’re not, trust me, babe. Lean forward and hook your legs.”

Jane did as she was told and felt Brady grip her hips just enough so she could lean forward freely, letting her belly hang between his legs. The position she was in and the way Brady’s cock was aroused against her sensitive flesh had her senses on high alert, as pressure had already started to form at the base of their connection.
 

“Hold still. I’m going to fuck you hard until you scream my name.”

Feeling like she was going to combust, she went into rag doll mode and let Brady do all the work. Without even breaking a sweat, Brady lifted Jane’s body with his hips as he started pumping into her like a madman. The way he’d angled her, leaning forward, his cock rubbed right against her sensitive area with every single thrust and he was relentless with his movement, completely igniting her body.
 

Her body started to tingle and the pressure that was building up almost became too much. She was already swollen, but after Brady’s masterful moves, she thought her clit was going to pop right off.
 

“Holy shit…” Jane breathed out, as Brady started to move even more frantically. She gripped his knees and added her own pelvic movements, which only increased their pleasure.
 

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Brady announced, right before his body stiffened and plunged everything into her.
 

At the same time, Jane felt her inner walls convulse around Brady’s cock as they both exploded in their own orgasms. Jane screamed Brady’s name like he said she would and Brady mumbled something incoherent as his finals thrusts met hers.
 

When they were both sedated from some intense chair sex, Jane leaned her body back into Brady’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her, filling her with warmth.
 

“I don’t call them my lucky cages for nothing.” Jane felt Brady smirk against her cheek as he kissed her.
 

“You better not be getting lucky with anyone else.”

“I can’t say I haven’t had offers. Marc tries almost every single time we’re together. He just doesn’t seem to understand that I’m married to you.”

“Poor guy. He could be your celebrity fuck; I’d allow that.”
 

“You’re giving me Marc Sullivan as my celebrity fuck? How is that even fair?”

“Hey, he’s a good looking man.”

“Man being the key word there.”

“You could do a lot worse and you know it.”

“True.” Brady kissed Jane’s neck and said, “You ready to go home, maybe have a repeat performance?”

“If you have more mind-numbing moves like that, then hell yes.”

“Oh, I’ve only just begun. I’ve become very creative and started writing down positions I want to try out on you. Note to self, The Titanic works well.”