Unexpected // New York: 2018
Libby bit the inside of her cheek so she wouldn’t laugh at Slater’s sarcasm. She felt bad that the first night she ever met the guy he knew what she sounded like during sex. Her hand was still intertwined with Shelby’s and she was going to ask him something, but didn’t get a chance. They stepped out the door and was greeted by Shelby’s whole team, including the coach. Her cheeks flared bright red and her eyes got wide.
He pulled her closer by her waist and that made her look up to see if he was mad. He’d told her to be loud, but she didn’t want to have over done it. She definitely didn’t want to get him I’m trouble. Her eyes rolled a little when she looked up at him and he had the most cocky grin on his lips. She nudged him a little with her elbow, but cuddled more into his side instinctively. The whole team was mumbled so she was only able to pick up on a few comments, but apparently she’d been mentioned before.
The older male’s voice made her jump. Libby smiled a big, award winning smile when the coach extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, coach. You can call me Libby.” She introduced. “I apologize for, uh– stealing him away from team dinner and well, now.” She laughed a little nervously and bit her bottom lip. All the guys on the team had yet to go back to their rooms and were still staring at her and Shelby.
She wrapped and arm around his waist and sucked up to his side again. “Baby, can we go now?” She whispered, but some of the guys were still close enough to hear. Her hand went up under his shirt and traced over his hip bones. “We’ve got stuff to do at home, ya know?”
“Don’t worry about it, we’ve never lost a game in town yet, so I can’t complain. Just make sure he’s where he needs to be on time, got it, Libby?” His coach nodded at her, pretending to be stern before slapping Shelby’s shoulder and heading off to his room. He’d always been a lot cooler than their high school coach, Shelby still didn’t get it all the time.
Hearing her voice again, Shelby turned his face back to Libby’s. “I’m all yours, baby,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her lips. It was interrupted by one of his teammates clearing his throat. “Hey, Libby? If you’ve got any friends that are half as banging as you are, feel free to hook me up. You know, for the sake of the team and all.” Shelby looked over her shoulder at the guy who’d said it. “Fuck off, McKinnon. Everybody knows you get enough action at home and still can’t manage to pull out the W.” Shelby talked a lot of shit with his teammates, especially the pitchers. But standing in the hallway watching his teammates disappear, Shelby couldn’t help but straighten his shoulders at how many of them seemed surprised or jealous. He’d never gone into much detail about Libby, but he’d known Slater told them all about her, and the fact that they thought she was out of his league made him really proud.
