I throw my bag in the back seat of my truck and shut the door. I check my phone to see if Lexi texted yet but still nothing. Good, I should have enough time to get to the airport and wait for her. The last thing I want is her waiting on me.

I'm still surprised she agreed to come out and stay the weekend with me but I'm grateful she did. I haven't seen her for a week due to our conflicting schedules. I'm so ready to prove to her that she should give us another shot. I have the whole weekend planned out, starting with sightseeing before my games, having her meet my teammates, and hopefully ending it in bed. If she wants to have sex, that's great, but if she wants to stay in the guest room and keep it platonic, I'm prepared for that too.

I'm about to climb in my truck when I see our manager waving me over. In baseball, we don't have a head coach. Instead we have a manager and I couldn't tell you why the fuck he's called the manager instead of coach. It's one of those things that you simply can not explain. Regardless, I let out an audible sigh and walk over.

"What's up?" I ask, jiggling my keys to send me a message.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"I'm actually busy tonight sir." I start but he puts his hands up cutting me off.

"It's not for tonight. It's on Saturday. Before the game, we have a little boy and he idolizes you."

My stomach starts to turn. Anytime he starts a conversation like this it never ends well. Something's wrong.

He puts his hand on my shoulder before continuing. "Mason he's sick. He's a Make-A-Wish kid. He just wants to meet you and see the ballpark. Can you do that for him?"

"Of course I can." I say, ideas flowing through my mind of how I can make this extra special for him.

"I knew I could count on you kid." He pats my shoulder then walks away towards his car. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and make my way back to the truck. I dial Adrianna and let her know about the kid, then put my truck into drive to go pick up Lexi.

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As I figured, Lexi slept in the guest room last night. To say I was disappointed is an understatement, but I want to do things on her terms. She was wide awake when she got off the plane and we stayed up and talked until the middle of the night. She kept stifling yawns and as much as I wanted to keep sitting in her presence, I knew she needed sleep.

My alarm blares in my ear at an ungodly hour. 6:30 flashes on the clock next to my bed, a time I haven't seen in a long time. It wouldn't be so bad if I actually slept last night but when your ex-girlfriend is sleeping just a few steps down the hall it's hard to stay in your own bed. Dirty thoughts danced in my dreams all night and I almost acted upon them. Jesus. I need to pull myself together.

I climb out of bed and walk into the master bath to take a shower. There's nothing more satisfying than a morning shower however Lexi would beg to differ. She's a night shower type of person. I still hear her voice in my head every time saying "How can you crawl into bed feeling dirty after a long day?"

I laugh to myself and strip out of my cotton shorts and start for the shower when Lexi barges in.

"Mason I need your wifi pass..." she shrieks when I turn around, completely naked.

"Oh shit." she says, her eyes wondering down my abs and landing on my now hardening dick. Her eyes widen while her cheeks flare with heat.

"Like what you see?" I smirk, forgetting I'm supposed to be playing it cool.

Her eyes meets mine before she gets embarrassed. Her hands fly up in front of her eyes and she turns around. "I'm..I'm so sorry. I just wanted the wifi password for my computer."

I should grab a towel and cover myself like a gentleman, but I never was a good one. Instead I step closer to her, testing her boundaries. My cock is hard and ready to be put into play but I don't think she'll let it get that far. Hopefully, I'm wrong.

I stop right behind her while she sucks in a breath. "Drop your hands Lexi." My voice comes out raspier than I intended but she obeys. I run my fingertips up her arm as she lets out a breathy groan. My skin is on fire while my heartbeat matches my breathing.

Slowly, I bring my mouth next to her ear and give it a little nibble. She closes her eyes, lips parted and steps back into me, my bare dick resting on her ass. Her shorts are razor thin, allowing me to feel every sweet curve. My lips find the sensitive spot on her neck as Lexi releases a loud moan. Her hands fly up to grip the back of my head while my lips work down her throat. Just as I'm about a spin her around, her cell phone starts blaring from the living room.

Her body tenses as if we were caught by someone before her feet take over, moving her out of my arms and the room. She hesitates in the doorway, looking back at me, bites her lip, then continues out towards her phone.

I run my hand over my face before steadying myself against the sink. She feels even sweeter than she did in the past. I splash some cool water on my face before jumping in the shower.

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After our bathroom incident, the rest of the day passes without anymore moments. I took her to see the Golden Gate Bridge, Golden Gate Park, and to a small local winery where she sampled way too much wine. She seemed to enjoy the bridge and park but not as much as the winery. I stopped counting how many different bottles she tried after the fifteenth. She'd skim down the list and land on a new flavor she wanted then bat her eyes at me before signaling the bartender. The rules above the bar simply stated you pay twenty dollars for ten different tastings but he ignored that rule when it came to Lexi. 

And honestly, I can't blame him. She looks stunning in her cropped jeans, loose blue t-shirt that makes her eyes a deep shade of royal blue, and white sandals. She always had an effortless beauty about her that attracted everyone. She smiles at the bartender while he fills her glass up halfway with a rose colored wine before swishing it around.

"Do I look like one of those sophisticated girls in Napa Valley?" she asks, throwing her tousled waves over her shoulder. 

I smirk before lifting my glass of water to my lips. I wish I was as drunk as her right now but I have a game to play tonight. One that we will be late for if I don't get her to leave soon. "You look better than them."

She laughs as her hand flicks, dismissing my comment. "You're funny."

"And you're a little drunk." I say, taking out my wallet to slip the bartender a quick tip for being so kind to her. 

"I feel fine." She says loudly and finishes the wine in one gulp. She sets the glass down, scoots her stool back, and stands. I rise to my feet quickly, watching her next move. "See.  I bet you I can walk a straight line." She takes two steps then looks at me. 

"You really want to bet on that?" I ask, throwing the money on the counter. 

"Why not? You're good at winning games, don't you think?" she asks, giving me a pointed look. 

The comment stings more than it should, but I decide to not acknowledge it. "Okay what do you want to bet?" 

"Okay, if I can walk a straight line from here to the front door, we switch beds." 

My eyebrows shoot up. "Do you not like the guest bed?" 

She tilts her head to the side, a playful look in her eyes. "I do, but it's a queen size and you have a California King." 

I nod, agreeing to her terms. "Okay, but if I win, you have to spend the night in my bed with me tonight."

She thinks it over then sticks her pinky finger out. "Okay, I agree. But you have to pinky promise you won't back out." 

"Do you not shake on it?"

"A pinky promise means more than handshake Mason." She says slowly. 

I twist my pinky around hers, solidifying the deal. She makes it halfway to the door before stumbling over absolutely nothing. I reach out and grab her at the last second so she doesn't collide with the marble floor. 

"Looks like you lost." I say, steadying her. She continues to the door, ignoring me, and opens it. I place my hand on her waist to help guide her to the car until she turns around to face me, smirking.

"I lost on purpose." 

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My mind is spinning while I jog out to the infield to take my spot at shortstop. Lexi's words replay over and over in my head as I try to decipher if she's thinking what I'm thinking: there's still chemistry between us. 

"Hey fucker look alive." Kris yells from third base as the first batter steps into the box. I shake my head, telling myself to get in the game. We're up 2-0 at the top of the 9th. Our relief pitcher throws a curveball, resulting in a pop up that our outfielders take care of easily. Two more outs until it's over. 

"Your girl's pretty hot." José says from second base. There's a lot of downtime during the game between batters going through their walk up routine, pitchers and catchers picking a play that works, and managers coming out to argue a ball versus a strike. 

"I know. She's off limits." I say, as the batter strikes out swinging. One more out to go. I look for Lexi in the stands and smile when I see her biting the top of a soft pretzel. Fuck, I love her. 

"Why didn't you put her with the rest of the WAGS?" he asks, adjusting his glove. 

"She didn't want to sit there. She claims she can't see the action as well." 

A low whistle escapes his mouth. "Damn you picked a good one. You know how many cleat chasers want to be official just to sit in that section?"

I clench my teeth and look over at him. "She's not a cleat chaser."

"My bad. I've never seen her before so I wasn't sure." 

"I don't bring any girls to games." 

He snorts. "You don't bring girls anywhere period." 

The pitcher throws four balls in a row, walking the batter to first base. Come on dude, just a simple pop up or ground ball so we can get out of here. 

"You know I'm just messing with you." He says when I don't respond. 

"I know, but she's different." I say, watching the ball hurl towards homeplate. 

"I can tell." 

The batter makes contact with it and throws his bat, while the ball comes racing toward me. I sprint to the left, yelling "MINE" and dive for it. I'm horizontal in the air as my gloves makes contact with the ball and I fall to the ground. I roll then stand up, holding my glove up with the ball inside. 

"OUT" yells the Ump. 

The crowd goes wild, jumping, clapping, and whistling for our team. My teammates rush up to me and pat me on the shoulder while the outfield comes jogging in, yelling "Nice catch Young". I look into the stands for my favorite brunette. She's standing, clapping and cheering. I shoot her a wink and watch her face flush. I can't wait to get my hands on her. 

*Author's note: I've been so excited about this chapter since it came to me about two weeks ago and I'm glad I can finally share it! Definitely not going to want to miss the next one where things get a little hot in the bedroom, you'll get to read Mason and Lexi's POV AND who Adrianna is will be revealed. Thank you to everyone for reading, voting, and commenting :)