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MVP.

A second-chance romance as scorching hot as a baseball diamond in August. Slater "Savage" Harlow Winning the MVP award for the Birmingham Bandits last year was the highlight of my baseball career. It was the culmination of childhood dreams, calculated adult decisions, sacrifice, and a hell of a lot of focus. Tearing my ACL in spring training? Not what I expected at all. Now I'm home, in small town Georgia, rehabbing in the comfort of my own home, with people I know. I'm connecting with friends I haven't had time to talk to in years, spending days at home with my parents, and getting to watch my little brother play minor league baseball. What I don't expect is to see Malone Fulcher walking into Del's Diner one morning while having my coffee and egg whites. She's the old flame, the one who got away, and the woman I compare all others to. Malone Fulcher Spending the summer in my hometown wasn't what I had planned, but it's what I need. Recovering from a hard year, both personally and professionally, I need to reconnect with who I am. When my mom encouraged me to come home and do some soul searching, I can't say no. Memories are all over this small town, from the Baptist Church to the east field on my parents farm, to the diner. On my second day in town, I decide to go in, memories be damned. I lost my breath as soon as I saw "Savage" Harlow sitting alone at a booth. Our eyes lock, my heart flutters, and my hands shake - all the same way they did back in high school. But back then we couldn't make it work. Going our separate ways to differing colleges, we decided we weren't meant to be. A decade later, as soon as our eyes meet, I'm wondering if we were right, because those green eyes of his do nothing but take me to a past that I can see being my future. MVP was created by Laramie Briscoe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Laramie Briscoe · Urban
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53 Chs

Chapter 35

Savage

<em>Sit back and let me do the work.</em>

Truth is, the two of us haven’t spent nearly enough time together since we got married. Felt like the very next day we had to jump to action, and neither one of us have slowed down since. I’m hoping that even though the season has started, since we’re settled into the penthouse and all the other shit’s taken care of, we can start to enjoy each other, beginning now.

And while I’d love for her to do all the work, it’s not really what I’m feeling right now.

“C’mere.” I tilt her chin up at me, using my palm on her jaw to exert some force. 

“But,” she argues, her hands at the waistband of my shorts, her fingers resting over the drawstring. 

“Listen to me.” My voice is dark, commanding, letting her know I’m not up for arguments. “Unbutton the jeans, slide the zipper down, pull them and my boxers off my hips. Then, I want you to take off your panties, hike up your dress, and straddle me.”