Brought by the Storm by Gareth Chris

Author:Gareth Chris [Chris, Gareth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: LGBTQIA Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group
Published: 2024-03-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Eric

Once we had awakened and dressed, I made us a salad that we enjoyed for lunch, then we made our way outside to the side porch.

“What’s this?” Carrington inquired, pulling a plastic baseball bat from the corner.

“Oh, yeah, that’s kind of tacky to leave hanging around in the yard. The storm must have blown it away from the porch. I forgot to put it back in the garage when I was done playing with it.”

“But what is it?” he asked again, a slight smile crossing his lips. “Please tell me it’s not an even bigger dildo.”

My mouth opened in protest. “What? Are you nuts? Give me that!” He handed it to me, and I took a batter’s stance on the lawn. “It’s a baseball bat. Well, a plastic bat you can use in a neighborhood with a plastic baseball. You can’t use a real one or you could break a window.”

“Ah, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a baseball game,” he noted. “It’s uniquely American.”

“No, it’s not,” I countered. “Japan and Canada have professional baseball. And I think it’s popular in the Caribbean and in Central and South America, too.”

“Okay. And why do you have a bat?” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him. “I don’t just play with dildos, contrary to your one-track mind. Mateo and I pitch and bat out here sometimes. Just for fun. I used to play hardball when I was a kid in Little League.”

“Little League?” Carrington mused. “Sounds adorable.”

“Stop it. I wasn’t much of an athlete, but I wasn’t that bad at baseball. Even my father would come to watch my games. It was one of the few things I did that gave him a sense of pride. I used to wish I was better than I was, but at least he’d clap when I got a hit or made an out.”

Carrington frowned for a second, but then smiled. “Show me. I admire your pose with the bat.”

I rolled my eyes again. “It’s not a pose. It’s called a batter’s stance.” I got into position again to show him what I meant. “It’s to help you eye and hit the ball when it’s pitched to you.”

He shrugged. “I’m sure I don’t understand the game, but I think I’d enjoy watching you play. Are there no leagues for amateur adults?”

I nodded. “Sure. But I wasn’t that good as a kid, so why bother?” I tossed the bat in front of the porch, not wanting to relive how my father had lost interest once he realized I had peaked as an average player. “Let’s go sit on the patio.”

Carrington looked puzzled. “Are you sure? Perhaps I could pitch this plastic ball to you.”

I snickered. “Some other time. Come on.” I took his hand, ready to lead him to the backyard, and he pulled me into a soft kiss.

“If you join a league, I’ll come to watch you, just to see you take that athletic pose.”

I pretended to be inpatient. “Stance. I told you, it’s a stance.

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