Howls and Home Runs (Mascot Matchups #1)

8. Wilder

Chapter eight

Wilder

L ainey and I sit and talk for the rest of the day about little things. Her favorite color, green. Foods she likes, raw fish in rice rolls she calls sushi and pizza, which sounds delicious. What her hobbies are, her favorite childhood memories and everything else that comes to mind. I try to keep her talking just to hear her voice. When she laughs, my chest tightens and drool drips from my muzzle.

Lainey talks loudly and uses her hands, making her hair sway. I’m entranced by her every movement. Every breath. Every blink. As the sunlight sinks under the door of the locker room, the conversation stutters as she seems to run out of things to tell me.

“What about you? What are your first memories? Do you have things you like?” She fires questions at me rapid-fire as if she just realized she has been doing all the talking.

What I want to tell her is I don’t care about any memories beyond her. I like the way she smells, the way she laughs. How her hair falls messily over her shoulders and her nose scrunches when she laughs. The way her hands fly around wildly when she discusses something that brings her joy.

Joy . That’s a new emotion I felt today. Lainey is joy. She is happiness. She is warmth. She is… damn it . She is staring at me, waiting for a response with a soft smile. How long has she been waiting for my answer?

Lainey’s presence drags me back to this moment, “Wilder?” The way my name sounds coming out of her mouth makes my cock twitch, reminding me, once again, of my awkward silence. My paw flies to my lap to keep it concealed. Lainey’s brow furrows as she looks at my paw. “Are you ok? Did I upset you?”

“NO!” I bark far too loudly, startling her. “No, I’m sorry, I mean, I forgot what you asked.”

She places her hand on my thigh and smiles up at me. “It’s ok. I’ve been talking your ears off. You’re probably tired. Do mascots get tired? I’d imagine you get tired now. Oops, there I go again. I don’t really talk to anyone outside of here so I’m just rambling on.”

She goes to take her hand back and I quickly place my paw over it, keeping it on my thigh. The sweet scent from earlier fills the air. I inhale and whine, my mouth betraying me yet again. Fuck that’s delicious.

Lainey blushes, sweeping her hair behind her ear. I realize a second too late that with my paw on her hand, my lap is exposed . She looks down at my lap where my cock stands fully erect. “Oh my God! You have a… a dick?!”

To my horror, I see what she sees. My big, pink cock standing straight up, firm and already dripping in eagerness. I quickly release her hand to cover my cock and Lainey lets out a whimper of her own, making our eyes lock. Time freezes. My Lainey liked what she saw. Her chest rises and falls almost too slowly, her scent even thicker now, punishing my senses. My body floods with heat and my fur suddenly feels much too tight. Drool drips out of my jaws but a delicate finger reaches up to catch it before it falls.

Ffffuck. She’s going to be the death of me.