One Strike Away The Complete Series Box Set: The Bad Boys of Baseball by Mary J. Williams

Author:Mary J. Williams [Mary J. Williams]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Amazon: B07G5NYG2L
Goodreads: 41061218
Publisher: Brook Publications
Published: 2018-08-02T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWO

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"WANT TO FOOL around in the shower?"

Travis suppressed a groan. Lorna Steele—dressed in her Green Hills Rangers cheerleading outfit brushed her hand across his sweaty chest. In Lorna speak, fool around meant no holds barred and don't forget the condom.

Lorna didn't care if other guys wandered in and out of the locker room. Or if any of them stopped to watch. The danger of getting caught was half the thrill.

After an hour in the weight room followed by five miles around the outdoor track, Travis wasn't interested in playing water games with Lorna. Or that was what he told himself. His body—led by his dick—had different ideas.

Down, boy, Travis cautioned.

Lorna acted as if she only wanted a good time. But if she had her way, when he left town, she'd go with him. The proverbial June bride. Orange blossoms danced in the cheerleader's head. Along with dreams of her life as a baseball superstar's pampered wife.

"Aren't you dating Duncan Cornwall?" Travis asked as he peeled Lorna's short, but sharp nails from around his wrist.

"Duncan is sweet," Lorna purred. "But I prefer a little more… meat on my man."

"Consider my meat off your personal menu, Lorna." Stopping at the locker room door, Travis blocked her entry. "Go play with somebody else. I'm not interested."

"You were last summer."

"We had fun."

"More than fun," Lorna insisted, used to getting what she wanted. "You said I was the best you ever had."

"Did I?" Honestly, Travis couldn't remember.

"Please, Travis?" Lorna pouted, her heavily mascara-coated eyelashes batting up a storm. Despite what she believed, the look wasn't a good one for her. "Once more? For old time's sake?"

Warning bells sounded in Travis' head. Danger! Danger! If this was her attempt at a trap, too bad. Whatever Lorna had planned, he didn't want to find out.

"I thought we were friends."

"We are," Lorna insisted.

"Then don't ruin some really good memories by doing something we'll both regret."

"But—"

"Go home, Lorna." Travis backed into the locker room. "Give Duncan a call. He's a good guy."

Duncan deserved better, but the guy was obviously smitten with Lorna. Setting him straight wasn't up to Travis.

As he opened his locker, Travis glanced at the shower. Why tempt fate? Or rely on Lorna to do the smart thing? Deciding to wait until he was in the safety of his own bathroom to clean up, he grabbed his jacket and headed out the back way.

Clouds filled the early evening sky, threatening rain. For once, Travis had his motorcycle in running order. If he was lucky, he'd be parked in the garage before the first drops hit the ground.

Travis was about to pull on his helmet when he paused, the faint sound of music reaching his ears. Cocking his head, he listened, trying to figure out the name of the song. His dad loved anything classical, playing his old records during dinner.

Without realizing his brain had been infiltrated, Travis had acquired an appreciation for the genre.

The music room at Green Hills High, located in a converted maintenance building, wasn't large.

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