Do Not Fall For The Baseball Captains novel Chapter 47

Fluids and Spilled Semen

Victoria’s POV

“Everyone out.”

He walked straight into the center of the living room, completely ignoring the flashing TV screen, and aggressively kicked an empty pizza box out of his path.

His eyes swept over the clutter on the kitchen island and the couch, his jaw tight.

The guys didn’t even flinch. They just exchanged a collective, highly amused look before bursting into a chorus of teasing oohs and whistles.

“Oh, come on, Carter! We were literally in the middle of a third–period comeback,” Nate complained, his eyes shifting over to me.

His expression softened into a warm grin.

“Hey, Victoria. Glad to see you’re keeping this guy company. For a minute there, we thought he’d completely retired his jersey from the dating game.”

My cheeks instantly heated up at that, the warmth rushing straight to my ears.

“Shut the fuck up, Nate,” Elijah muttered.

He scratched his brow, his eyes doing another scan of the room. He bent down and scooped a stray plastic cup off the floor, tossing it carelessly across the room.

Despite the distance, the cup curved perfectly through the air and landed dead center

inside the trash bin.

That was incredibly hot.

“Thought about playing basketball?” I looked at him, trying to distract myself from my blushing face.

He smirked, turning his head slightly to lock his eyes with mine.

“You want me to? I’m pretty sure the NBA isn’t ready for me to dominate another sport, Lowe.”

I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt. The absolute arrogance of this man was boundless.

Before I could shoot back a retort, one of the guys on the couch let out a loud, victorious yell, throwing his hands in the air as the TV screen flashed a final score.

“Let’s go! Told you couldn’t guard me,” he mocked, leaning over to shove Leo’s shoulder.

Leo stared at the screen, his face dropping in realization.

“Fuck. I should’ve just committed the foul. You got lucky.”

“Alright, that’s it,” Elijah cut in, his patience officially hitting a wall. “You guys have had

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enough time turning my place into a dumpster. Grab your shit and leave.”

Leo rolled his eyes, lazily tossing his controller onto the sofa cushion as a massive grin broke across his face.

“Oh, my bad, didn’t realize we were ruining your romantic evening.” He stood up,

shaking out his legs, and shot a look over at me.

“Don’t fall for this act, Victoria. He never used to care about a little mess. We were literally about to clean it up anyway.”

“Yeah, sure you were,” Elijah scoffed, shoving Leo’s shoulder toward the door without any real heat.

“Get the fuck out.”

Nate pushed himself off the couch and walked over, clapping Elijah on the shoulder on his way past.

“We shall grant thee thy requested solitude, sweet prince, lest our common ears be defiled by the sweet prose of thy courtship.”

Elijah let out a soft snort, flipping Nate the bird.

On their way out, Nate and Leo lagged behind by the doorway, intentionally talking loud enough for us to hear.

“Man, I hope his bedroom walls are thick. Otherwise, the neighbors are going to think someone’s drilling for oil.”

They both burst out laughing, and a small snicker escaped my lips, earning me an immediate glare from Elijah.

“Don’t blame me, they’re funny,” I mumbled under my breath.

Elijah just muttered something unintelligible and rolled his eyes. Meanwhile, Nate caught my eye, throwing me a quick wink and a thumbs–up, which made my smile widen.

The other guys chuckled, grabbing their jackets and empty cups from the tables. As the crowd began filtering past us into the breezeway, Miles lingered for a fraction of a second.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered something entirely unexpected.

“Be ready to hold your own in there, Victoria. The guy’s been a total bastard all week because he missed you. Trust me, you’re going to need some serious endurance tonight.”

Heat rushed straight to my cheeks. I bit my lip, looking down at my shoes, completely caught off guard by the implication of what he was hinting at.

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“Miles,” Elijah growled, his voice dropping into a warning tone as he noticed the sudden color in my face.

He stepped closer, his shoulder nearly brushing Miles’s chest.

Miles just shot him a lazy, unbothered wink, raising his hands in a mock surrender before heading out into the night.

As the line of boys cleared, Jace was the last one to leave. I felt a sudden coolness in my chest as our eyes met.

He looked at me with that same strange, unreadable expression he had worn back in the locker room days ago.

It was intense, lingering, and filled with something else. I couldn’t quite decipher what it was.

But before the silence could stretch, he just offered me a small, polite smile, saluted Elijah with two fingers to his forehead, and pulled the door closed behind him.

The apartment fell into a sudden, deep quiet. The only sound left was the faint, steady running of the refrigerator in the open kitchen.

“Do you know Jace from somewhere, Lowe?”

Elijah’s question broke the fragile bubble of my thoughts.

I blinked as I turned to look at him. He was standing a few feet away, his leather jacket unzipped, his dark eyes fixed entirely on my face as if he were trying to read my exact thoughts.

I shook my head quickly, my fingers tightening around the strap of my purse.

“No. Why do you ask?”

Elijah didn’t say anything right away. He just stared at me for a long, quiet moment, his gaze searching my eyes for any sign of hesitation before he let out a short breath.

“No reason. Just wondered.”

To break the rising tension between us, I took a few steps into the living room, my boots sinking into the thick, plush rug.

“Your place is beautiful,” I murmured, my voice sounding small in the high–ceilinged room. “Too bad it’s…”

‘I cut myself off, the words freezing in my throat as a vivid memory surfaced.

I remembered this living room. The last time I was here, I hadn’t taken a second to look around or notice the details; I had practically been running for the exit.

I was too busy trying to erase everything that had happened between us the night before, desperate to outrun the insane proposal that ended up locking us into whatever strange, twisted arrangement we were trapped in now.

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“Too bad it’s what, Victoria?” Elijah asked.

He had moved closer without me even realizing it, his voice sliding through the quiet

room.

“Nothing,” I said quickly, keeping my back turned to him as I pretended to admire a framed sports print on the wall. “Just… too bad it’s a mess from your friends.”

“I know what you’re thinking about.” His voice was lower now, entirely too close.

I swallowed and shook my head, not daring to turn around.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I didn’t get the chance to say anything else. Elijah caught my arm and pulled me back. My back met the wall with a soft thud, and he stepped closer, close enough that my pulse immediately started acting up.

His eyes tracked my face, lingering on my involuntarily parted lips.

“I find it really…” He paused, a dangerous smile curling his lips. “Really adorable seeing you try to deny that moment, just the way you did that morning. Tell me, Lowe, what do you gain in denying how much you loved it?”

His head dipped lower, his breath brushing my skin.

“Or wait, your little heart feels guilty because of Ashfield?”

“Elijah,” I stuttered, more like a stupid, fucking moan that made me look pathetic.

Slowly, his fingertips touched the insides of my wrists, beginning a slow path up my arms that sent a wave of heat straight through me.

My skin flushed everywhere his fingers traveled, my breathing turning shallow and

uneven.

“I remember how your body reacted when I touched you right here,” he whispered, his fingers moving up past my elbows.

“I remember the way you held your breath. I remember the kiss, Marlowe. Every single second of what we did.”

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