Real Fake Love (Copper Valley Fireballs Book 2) by Pippa Grant

Author:Pippa Grant [Grant, Pippa]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Bang Laugh Love LLC
Published: 2020-09-03T00:00:00+00:00

TWENTY

Luca

It’s been five days since that thing that I’m trying not to think about that happened in my kitchen. It’s a damn good thing I’m a professional, or I’d be dropping balls left and right in center field and watching easy fastballs go right by me at the plate. Santiago, who’s our head coach, the manager, the skipper, whatever you want to call him, has me sitting out about every fourth game while he tries different line-ups, which means I’m watching tonight’s game from the dugout, waiting to be tapped later as a pinch hitter, or possibly to not go in at all.

Also, thinking of line-ups and pinch-hitting has me thinking of all the different ways I could spread Henri out on my bed, and no, I don’t entirely know why those phrases prompted images of naked Henri.

Fuck on a noodle, I need that trip to Boston to get here four days ago.

And that’s before I contemplate how Henri’s been bending over backwards, smiling cheerfully at Nonna anytime they cross paths, and generally being the bigger person.

How does she do that without falling apart?

I’d be planting cockroaches in Nonna’s bed by now if I were Henri.

Is she actually that bright-side-of-life in her thinking? Or is she insane? Or is she repressed, and I’d find out if I got her naked again that she’s crazy pants waiting to be unleashed?

I would not mind crazy pants waiting to be unleashed in the bedroom.

Also, she’s nearly naked with me every night as it is, except for the bra and granny panties, which I swear she’s wearing to be an intentional turn-off, but it’s not working.

“Rossi.”

Guilt at the reminder that Henri wants me to teach her to not fall in love, rather than to fantasize about her all day, has me jerking a glance over at Cooper like I’ve been caught choking the chicken in a public movie theater.

If he notices my reaction, he ignores it as he skips down the steps into the dugout mid-third inning. He’s grinning at me as he hooks a thumb toward the video screen over center field. “Thought you said your girlfriend wasn’t coming tonight.”

I almost grimace, because despite my teenage fantasies, and despite her making those erotic noises and squeaking my bedsprings like we’re having monkey sex twice now, I have not been involved in Henri coming again.

I have a problem.

I have a serious problem.

And that’s before I let myself look in the direction Cooper’s pointing to see video of my fake girlfriend lined up with Brooks Elliott’s fiancée, Emilio Torres’s girlfriend, and Darren Greene’s wife—complete with their new baby in a sling—at a table with giant cream pies in front of them and with a mascot contender behind each of them.

“What…?”

“The Lady Fireballs are standing in for the mascots in a pie-eating contest. Whichever one wins gets an extra five hundred points for their mascot.”

Mackenzie’s been paired with Spike the Echidna. Tanesha Greene has Meaty the Meatball. Emilio’s girlfriend, Marisol, is teamed up with Firequacker the Duck.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.