Howls and Home Runs (Mascot Matchups #1)

11. Lainey

Chapter eleven

Lainey

I speed home and the second I make it through my door, I collapse on my bed and the tears I was holding back flow freely. This night took such an unexpected turn. Wilder killed Andy Whitsail.

His murder was only briefly talked about. Andy had no living family and no friends beyond the team. The news assumed it was a rabid animal that got into the stadium and the police went with it. Andy was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Does Coach Reynar know about Wilder?

The Westland Wolves PR team quickly swept it under the rug. Rebranding in hopes people would quickly forget about the slain staff member. It worked too. No one talks about Andy anymore. We got a brand new stadium. New logos and merch… a new Wilder. I grab my laptop off my nightstand, flipping it open and start scrolling through articles. Or unsurprising lack of.

I shared a moment with that wolf… suit? Wolf mascot? What even is he now? I don’t think he would hurt anyone. There was that growl when Jett invaded my space though. No. Wilder wouldn’t intentionally hurt anyone. He’s so docile and gentle with me, and he was so upset when he told me about Andy.

I close my laptop and lay back on my bed, wracking my brain. Am I afraid of Wilder? I practically jumped into his lap and tried to ride his cock. The memory causes a visceral reaction throughout my body. No, I’m definitely not afraid of Wilder.

Soon my own memories haunt me. Loony Lainey. I can hear them taunting me now. My mom was a single parent, doing her best. Just the two of us for most of my life. Then her Prince Charming came in and swept her away. Not before he taunted me, hurt me, and turned her against me though.

Endless hours alone. On my own, while my mom was off seeing the world with him. I learned very quickly how to take care of myself but some things you just need your mom for you know? First period. Shaving your legs. Boys. So many moments and first times spent alone.

She would finally come home and I would beg and cry, pleading with her to stay with me. I needed her. She filled my head with promises of a big house, a happy family, being together finally. Her boyfriend would shout at me and tell me to stop crying, when I didn’t stop-he hit me. If my mother stepped in he would hit her too.

Eventually she would blame me for his outbursts and anger. “You always make him angry! What’s wrong with you? Why can’t you just be happy for me!” She would scream in my face. I watched him punish her before he turned his anger on me.

I throw a pillow over my face and sob. I haven’t visited those years in a long time, they are skeletons buried deep in my closet now. After my mother accused me of lying and trying to “ruin her chance at happiness,” I left. Drove until I ran out of gas and never looked back. My thoughts crash over me until I wear myself out and eventually fall asleep.

My mind shifts to thoughts of Wilder. The dream replays, but now it’s Wilder instead of just a dark figure. Wilder’s red fur, his giant paws, his gleaning teeth. I sleep peacefully for the first time in a long time, dreaming of my wolfy mascot. My Wilder.

My alarm clock beeps loudly pulling me from my sleep. I rub my aching, swollen eyes and stretch. When I move to get out of bed my bike shorts are… yup, soaked again. I make a mental note to do laundry ASAP and strip down to hop in the shower. After I quickly get dressed in my go to tank and bike shorts, I down a cheap canned cold brew and some toast before packing my things to head to the stadium.

Wilder is good . I know it in my soul. He just needs a handler who gets him, knows him deeply and can care for him. He’s got scars like I do. I won’t leave Wilder. He needs me and I need him. Besides, I couldn’t forget him now if I tried. Don’t get horny now Lainey. Down girl.

I’m coming for you Wilder, my mind wanders to that beautiful thick, velvety cock again , in more ways than one.