Top of the third, Rick comes out of the dugout still putting his equipment on and looks at me mouthing “Adam? He’s a baseball player.” More questioning than making a statement, he’s pissed.
I nod and mouth back “I didn’t know.”
Adam is first at bat and this time he walks straight up to me at the net while the team is throwing the ball around the field, “Hey, Angel. You don’t look like the typical baseball skank. I liked that. I thought you were better than that. But, a skank you must be if you’re sitting here. I bet Seno is poking you whenever he wants. It’s okay, I still want you, baby. Come out with me after the game and I’ll show you a better time. I‘m sure you remember what its like to spend time with me.” He turns toward my Rick, to make sure he hears every word he says, but I already know he’s hearing all of it just from his stance. “I remember the feel of your sweet body when I held it against me and your soft lips when I kissed them, how sweet you tasted on my tongue. I didn’t push you, you felt like you were worth it. Now I know you’re just another baseball skank.” His voice gets quiet, “But I still want to fuck you and fuck you hard.” He touches my foot that’s still resting on the wall in front of me and I wish I could kick him in the nuts.
“Fuck off, asshole!” I say too loudly. Rick turns and grins at me, trusting that I can take care of myself and trying to let me. Especially since there’s a net between us. I end up smiling at the realization Rick trusts me and knows I got this.
Adam the asshole walks up to the plate. Rick’s loud and laughing for my benefit, “That’s my woman. Isn’t she beautiful? Don’t even think about looking at her again.” Laughing turned dead pan. I detect the unspoken “I’ll fuck you up if you say anything to her or just look at her again,” in his tone. Actually, it was probably “I’ll put you on the DL permanently” in Rick’s head. It turns me on when he defends me. I wish it wasn’t like this. I wish this wasn’t happening on the field.
“You got this guy, Tommy. He doesn’t have a bat or balls! He’s an out!” I yell out and see Rick look at the ground laughing.
“Yep. Love my woman behind home plate. She’s my own personal cheering section.” There’s some additional conversation at the plate, but its quiet and the volume change is on purpose.
Three pitches, all inside again and the asshole is out. Rick turns to me and gives me a sexy grin with a thumbs up. Tomorrows an off day and it’s a good thing because it’s going to be a late night, in a very good way.
Bottom of the fourth inning, Rick’s first up to bat and the score is tied 1-1. Bitchy Billy has been wandering around the pitcher’s mound like he’s waiting for directions, but he hasn’t pitched a bad game. It doesn’t make any sense. First pitch to Rick is way inside, off the plate, and Rick has to step back to avoid getting hit. He shakes it off, swings his bat a few times and steps back into the batter’s box. The guys in both dugouts are watching closely, since it appeared Billy threw at Rick—possibly for the second time this game. Billy communicates silently with Adam at first base. From there on everything happens so fast, it’s hard to keep up. The next pitch blows across the edge of Ricks helmet, 2 balls. The tension in the stadium is thick and I’m pissed—they’re throwing at my man. “Back off meat!” I yell at the pitcher. Third pitch is obviously intentional and hits Rick. The sound is horrible and my Rick drops to the ground instantly. I’m not sure where he got hit. In the arm? Shoulder? Maybe the elbow? I’m out of my seat trying to get through the net to him, but my fear disappears when he pops right up and walks with a purpose toward the pitcher’s mound. The catcher for the Sissy’s right behind him and the asshole from first running to the pitcher’s mound ahead of him.
Oh, fuck. Should I call out to him or cover my eyes?
Skip calls out from the dugout, “Don’t do it!” and his teammates join him on the field as both dugouts empty.
Rick doesn’t wait for the rest of the team, he yells at Billy, “What the fuck? Do you want to take me on right here?” Billy simply glances at the asshole and Rick hits Adam square in the jaw with his tight fist, knocking his ass to the ground. “Next time you come get me yourself instead of sending a teammate to call me out. And, don’t you ever talk to my girl. Don’t even look at her again, you fucking asshole!” Rick turns to his team, “Get back where you belong, I’ve got this.” Then he stares at the Sissy’s as they all head back to the dugout. “Good, you guys stay out of this
