Playing Hardball This free story, available at Ellora's Cave, revisits the characters from Miss September, a book from the Calendar Girls series. A furious Renny shows up at the ball field after Colt’s game and slaps her wedding band into his hand before stalking away. His brothers, Bolt and Cord, are there to help tie her to the wire fence at the back of the dugout. Once they’re alone, Colt puts his all into showing his headstrong wife just who her sweet little ass belongs to. But despite the hot sex, Renny still doubts her husband’s love. Until Bolt steps in to clear the air…and help Renny get payback. Note: Colt is Cord's (of Miss May fame) brother as well as Bolt's (of Miss October fame) brother. |
Excerpt Bolt’s attention had wandered. His gaze was fixed on a slim figure making her way across the outfield toward them. “Isn’t that your Renny?” he murmured without looking at Colt. Colt narrowed his eyes on Renny, her tangled mass of light brown hair lifting in the breeze and tumbling over her shoulders. She was a sight for sore eyes and his cock responded with a lusty surge that was pretty damn inconvenient, considering he was wearing an athletic cup. Suddenly the rigid cup felt two sizes too small. Shifting his lanky frame into a loose-limbed saunter, Cord stepped outside the dugout and braced his shoulder against the other side of the fence. He squinted against the setting afternoon sun and peered at Renny as she swept toward them. “She looks pissed,” he said as though suggesting it might rain. Colt gave Cord a worried look then returned his gaze to Renny. She did look angry. And Colt had been hoping to avoid angry. Maybe it had been a mistake to suggest she take a taxi home from the airport. Bolt whistled as he stared at her slender legs swinging beneath a short jacket that didn’t quite reach the hem of a skirt…which was a long way from reaching her knees. In fact, it barely covered her white lace thigh-highs. She’d taken to wearing those skimpy skirts now that she was the fashion icon for Campus Miss and their Miss September clothing line. Colt liked the little plaid skirts well enough. He liked the view. He just didn’t much care for sharing the view with everyone else. He threw a leg over the bench and got to his feet, his cleats digging into the sandy soil as he paced alongside the bench toward the opening in the dugout. “Quit ogling my woman,” he grunted as he passed Bolt. “I see you took my advice,” Bolt snickered, his gaze snagging on the four-inch heels Renny was wearing, “and got her some shoes with ankle straps.” “They look good on her,” Cord offered in a speculative drawl. “How do women walk in those heels?” Dalton queried, shaking his head then lifting a hand to sweep his brown hair from his brow. “I don’t know how they do it but I sure as hell love it,” Bolt murmured. As the men watched, Renny marched right up to Colt. When he snaked an arm toward her waist, meaning to draw her into his side, she caught his outstretched hand and slapped her gold wedding band into his palm. Then she pivoted on her four-inch heels and stalked back toward the parking lot. For several seconds, Colt stared at her back, his emotions a jumble of panic and dread. He’d been afraid of this. Half expecting it even. But now that it was here, he hardly knew what to do about it. “You just gonna let her walk away?” Bolt rumbled, his gold eyes glinting, his timely question shaking Colt out of his daze. “Hell no,” Colt growled. Hell no, he wasn’t going let that woman just walk out of his life. He slanted his gaze at Dalton and barked, “You got a clean pair of socks in your sports bag?” Dalton hesitated, his blue-green eyes widening as though Colt’s question had startled him. Swiftly gathering his wits, he reached for his navy blue bag. “I think so.” “Bolt,” Colt commanded, flicking his gaze at his brother. “Stop her.” |
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Free Story in the Calendar Girls Series
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