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“Fuck off, dude,” Nash said as he laughed and hung up the phone.

Luke smiled to himself as he hung up the phone and looked at all of Winnie’s stuffed animals. He had some serious thinking to do because, right now, he couldn’t give up. He had to keep moving forward like Nash said. There were no other options; he just needed to figure out how to move forward.

**Margo**

“Parker, I don’t think we should be in here. Aren’t you going to get in trouble?” Margo asked, as she looked around the Braves’ locker room. Lining the tops of the lockers was a black and white montage of Braves’ players from the past, setting the mood for what a great organization Parker was a part of. The carpet was navy blue and there were black leather recliners sitting in the middle of the room, facing multiple flat screen TVs. It was a man cave for multiple men.
 

Parker laughed and said, “Seriously? I come in here almost every single day during the season and off-season when I’m in Atlanta. Why would I get in trouble?”

Margo walked over to Parker and grabbed his tie. “Because you brought a woman onto sacred ground,” she gestured widely with her arms.
 

“Sacred ground? You aren’t the first woman to be in here.”

Margo’s mouth dropped open as she playfully whacked Parker’s shoulder. “How many women have you brought here?”

Parker grew serious as he pulled Margo into his chest. He bent his mouth down to her ear and said, “None, you’re my first, Mo, and the only one that matters.”

Chills ran down Margo’s arm as Parker slowly kissed her neck right in her sweet spot as he ran his hands up her back, finding the zipper to her dress. Like a professional, Parker pulled down her zipper, never faltering in his kissing and let the fabric drop to the ground.
 

She should feel self-conscious; she should worry about someone walking in on them, but right now, with Parker’s lips caressing her body, she frankly didn’t give a flying fuck.
 

Parker pulled away and looked at her. His smile stretched from ear to ear as he took in her hot pink lingerie.
 

“Your neon assortment of undergarments is such a fucking turn on. My eyes should be offended at the brightness of some of your lingerie, but my dick apparently doesn’t care.”
 

Margo looked down and smiled at the bulge in Parker’s pants. She did that to him. The one man who could bring her to her knees and make her beg, make her change everything in her life, just for one more moment with him.
 

“Well then, you should let him play.” She went to undo his pants when he stepped away and shook his finger at her.
 

“Nice try, Mo. I think you’ve forgotten that I’m in charge of the fun tonight. You have to do what I say.”

Margo put her hands on her hips and quirked her eyebrow. “You’re serious? You really think you get to be in charge?”
 

Parker pointed his finger up and down her body as he said, “I know you’re trying to be all tough right now with your hands on your hips, but fuck me, you look hot and all it’s doing is making me want to plow right into you.”

“Getting a little spicy with the dirty talk, are we?” Margo asked, always busting his balls.
 

“Watch your mouth, young lady. I’m not opposed to spanking that ass of yours that should be illegal.”

Margo rolled her eyes as she undid her bra and dropped it to the floor, giving Parker an eyeful, which according to the way his chest heaved from excitement, he really enjoyed.

“Well, are you going to take me or just stare?”

Lust burned through Parker’s eyes as he took Margo by the hand and pulled her onto a recliner. He stood a foot away from her and started undressing himself…slowly. His tie was the first to go, then his jacket and shoes. He casually unbuttoned his shirt, as if he wasn’t torturing her. She would never show it, but she was dying to get another look at Parker’s body. She got to see him naked quite often, but looking at his ripped body would never get old to her.
 

Finally, his shirt was unbuttoned and she got a sneak peak of the six pack that was gracing his stomach, as well as the light patch of hair that sat right below his belly button. She licked her lips as she prepared for what was to come next.
 

He undid his belt buckle, and undid his pants. His pants fell to the ground, showing off his black boxer briefs that contained his straining erection. God, she didn’t know how much longer she could take this slow torture. She wanted him, badly, and he sure as hell was taking his time. When she looked up to his eyes, mirth laced them, making her want to scream out loud, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. So, instead, she sat back in the recliner and started playing with her nipples. His mouth dropped open at her brazenness and he was on her in seconds, as his shirt was stripped off his back.
 

In one solid movement, Parker had the chair reclined and her thong off, exposing her nakedness to the Braves’ locker room. Yup, she was naked, where the Braves got ready for their games. She should be mortified, but instead, she was aroused.
 

“Those are mine to touch,” Parker mumbled, as he ran his hand up her side and barely brushed the side of her breast, making her quiver in place. She was ready, more than ready, and all Parker was doing was teasing her. Damn man.
 

“Well, if you don’t hurry up, I’m going to finish myself off.”

“That for sure will get that sweet ass spanked.”

“It should concern me that you have such an obsession with my ass, but then again, I can’t get enough of your abs, so I think it’s a fair trade,” she said, while she ran her fingers over his stomach muscles, dipping dangerously into his briefs.

A guttural groan came out of Parker as he reached for his pants and pulled out a condom.
 

“I swear, one day I’ll be able to hold out and torment you the way you torment me, but not now, not with you looking so fuckable and the way your fingers play with me. I can’t fucking take it.”

Smiling inwardly to herself, Margo watched Parker spring from his boxers and put on a condom. He pushed the recliner so it was fully flat and spread her legs so they draped over the sides of the recliner, exposing her entirely to him.
 

Parker looked down at her entrance and then back up to her eyes. “Guide me in, Mo.”

The simple demand was, for some reason, so erotic to her, so sensual that chills spread through her body and her stomach rolled like it was the first time they were ever having sex.
 

She grabbed his erection with her small hand and watched how his eyes briefly closed as her fingers wrapped around his girth. Carefully, she guided him to her entrance as he, very slowly, started to pump into her.
 

Parker lowered his forehead to hers and stared her in the eyes as he kept up his slow pace. The moment was perfect, so beyond perfect and romantic, even though they were in the Braves’ locker room. The scenery was blacked out as Parker made it just about them and made her feel worshipped with his sweet words of love.
 

“I am so damn lucky, Mo. I am so lucky to have you in my arms, so lucky that you chose me…that you want to be with me.”

Tears started to form in her eyes as she brought her hands up to the side of his face and brought his lips down to hers. Their mouths danced together as Parker kept up his relentless pace.
 

The feel of Parker sliding in and out of her, the way his lips caressed hers, and the words he said floating around in her head, brought her to the brink of her orgasm. Her head fell back as Parker moved his mouth down to her breasts and flicked her nipples with his tongue. That was all she needed; she thrust her hips forward and screamed his name as both their orgasms took over their bodies, making the recliner move up and down, not quite knowing which way to go.
 

Parker was spread across Margo’s body while they both tried to catch their breath. The recliner was in the sitting position now and Parker was practically suffocating her as his chest heaved and his nipple played dangerously with her lips. If she wasn’t in such a sated mood, she would find it funny that his nipple was teasing her lips.
 

Once she was able to come back down to reality, she licked the teasing nipple, making Parker bounce up.
 

“Hey, now. Let’s leave the nipples alone,” he said, while rubbing the offended nipple.

Margo looked down and saw that, even though they’d just had mind blowing orgasms, Parker’s dick had gone rigid again. She looked up at him with a shocked look on her face.
 

“Oh my God! Parker, you’re a mipple freak!”

“What? A mipple freak? What the hell is that?”

“You like your man nipples played with! Look at how hard you are after one lick!” Margo pointed to his cock, which Parker quickly covered up.
 

“I am not!” Parker got off the recliner and quickly grabbed his briefs. Margo ran and tackled him to the ground, pinning him to the floor.
 

“Prove me wrong.” She bent down and licked his other nipple, making Parker jerk and grow against her. “My, my, my, if only I’d known sooner.”

“Knock it off, Margo,” Parker demanded.
 

She backed off for a second and looked him in the eyes. “Are you embarrassed?”

“No,” he looked away.

Grabbing his chin and making him stare her in the eyes, she ran her hand up his chest and said, “Did you know that I am so fucking turned on by the fact that I can lick your nipple and you grow hard in an instant? There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I think it’s sexy, so own it.”

A slight smile spread across Parker’s face as he blew out a heavy breath. He put his hands behind his head and looked up her. “Fine, do your best.”

Margo returned the smile and took care of business, never letting up and only letting him finally come when she wrapped her lips around his straining erection and pinched his nipples at the same time. Parker’s new little secret was going to make their sex life that much more interesting.
 

Chapter Fourteen

**Jane**

Tears rolled down her face as contractions racked her body. She wasn’t ready to push her baby out of the warm cocoon she’d made for their girl the past couple of months. Brady was sitting behind her, against the hospital bed with Jane’s back pressed against his chest. Tears fell from his eyes onto her shoulder as well, while he held her legs up in position, preparing her to push.
 

“Okay, let’s start pushing,” Dr. Cuevas said, as she leaned in toward Jane’s crotch.
 

The mood in the room was somber and quiet, except for the beeping monitors and the light sobs that escaped Jane’s lips. What should be one of the most joyous occasions of Jane and Brady’s life had turned into one hell of a nightmare.
 

Jane kept thinking about how she shouldn’t be in this position right now. She should be at home, sleeping in their bed, tucked into Brady’s chest as she gently rubbed her belly, with Brady whispering in her ear how much he loved her. Instead, she was seconds away from pushing her daughter out, who she wouldn’t be taking home with her. Who she wouldn’t be dressing up in the tiny little pink outfits Brady had bought for her. Who she wouldn’t be tucking away safely at night into a little baby burrito, waiting for her to wake up for a feeding in a couple of hours.
 

“I can’t,” Jane cried. “I’m not ready. She’s not ready.”

Brady leaned in and kissed Jane’s temple. “You can do this, sweet thing, you are so strong.”

“No,” Jane wailed as she tossed her head from side to side. She wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye before she even got the chance to say hello.
 

“Mrs. Matthews, I’m afraid we don’t have a choice. You have to push.”

Sobs escaped Jane as she nodded her head and gripped Brady’s hands as she began to push. Time escaped Jane as she leaned against her husband for strength. Brady continued to whisper encouraging words into her ear as the doctor talked to them, but Jane wasn’t coherent enough to understand what was going on. All she could think about was, when the baby came out, there would be no little cries from her sweet mouth, no little eyes trying to open and focus on her new parents, no tiny fingers to grip Jane’s.

“One more push,” Brady said encouragingly.

Jane wanted to scream at him. How could he be so calm? How could he be so encouraging right now, when she was giving birth to their dead daughter? Why wasn’t he screaming and wailing with her? She felt his tears, but she wanted more emotion from him. She wanted to feel his anger. Instead, he held her tight and told her how great she was doing. She wasn’t doing great; she was making the damn nightmare that she’d been living the past couple of hours a reality. She was bringing their daughter into this world too soon.

One more push was all she needed. Instead of hearing the cries and joy of her and Brady as their baby entered the room, the room fell silent, as if they were at a wake. Dr. Cuevas handed a pair of scissors to Brady so he could cut the umbilical cord, which he did somberly and quietly and then handed the scissors back to the doctor.