Page 25 of Balls to the Walls

I spun for the door and yanked it open, shutting it tight behind me. Leaning against it, I tried my best to gather my wits before I went pounding on every door known to man. I ran down the hall to the first door and started knocking. Last I knew, Brock was in this room. When he didn’t answer, I knocked again.

“Brock!” I hissed.

He finally opened the door, staring at me in annoyance. His eyes trailed over my body and the towel draped around my waist. “Did you need something?”

“Condoms,” I said quickly, looking back at the door.

“I’m kind of busy right now.”

He kept the door nearly closed so I couldn’t see what was going on, but that didn’t matter. I didn’t care if he was balls-deep in another woman. This was an emergency.

“Listen, it’s been a while and…well, I sort of forgot…you know,” I said, hoping he would catch my drift.

He sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. “If you’ve forgotten, you probably shouldn’t try to remember right before you fuck your wife.”

“But I need this!”

“How do you even forget?” he hissed. “It’s like riding a bike.”

“I know that, but we were on the run and then we showed up here. It’s not like I had time to run out and buy some.”

His brows furrowed. “Buy some what? Lessons?”

“Lessons? What are you talking about?”

“You said you forgot!” he snapped.

“Yes, condoms,” I said, still confused by the situation. “What did you think—oh! Shit, no. I just didn’t have time to get condoms, and frankly, I wasn’t even sure I’d need them. I’ve known the woman forty-eight hours.”

He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the door frame. “It really takes you forty-eight hours to close the deal?”

I wanted to wipe the smirk off his face. “This isn’t funny.”

“Oh, it’s fucking hilarious.”

“Can I have the condoms or not?”

“Why bother?” he asked. “Are you worried you’re gonna knock her up? Sheisyour wife.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. This was ridiculous. “Can I have them or not?”

“Fine,” he said, shoving the door closed. But he wasn’t getting off that easy. I blocked the door from completely closing and strolled right in. A woman on the bed squealed, pulling the sheets up to cover her breasts.

“Sorry, baby. I’ll be just a minute.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” she muttered, standing from the bed as she wrapped the sheet around her body.

Brock looked back at me, glaring at me for intruding on his lady friend. That wasn’t my problem. I had urgent business to take care of. But I did feel a little bad about interrupting them.

Brock blocked her path, laughing nervously. “You don’t have to leave. I just have to get the man condoms.”

“Thanks, man,” I said, feeling just a tad embarrassed.

“Brock, this is twice now.”

“Twice?” I asked, looking at my teammate. “Twice what?”

“Nothing,” he snapped, but the brunette glared at me.

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