Page 117 of Unleashed

Sylvie giggles and releases me to go to the water cooler. Meanwhile, Tesco holds up practice, talking to Patrice at the fence. Wilder isn’t so subtle, watching Simone since I’m in her ZIP code. If he only knew how much I’m there.

Sylvie asks, “What’s going on, Simone? You sick?”

“Something like that.” She clears her throat, glances at me, and when Sylvie takes a sip, Simone asks, “Have you ever had a threesome?”

Sylvie sprays water on the ground and uses her fingers to wipe her mouth.

I say, “Christ, Garrison.” Is she fucking serious?

Laughing, Sylvie brushes water off her tits. “That’s random. Good thing I’m not wearing a white T-shirt. Once in college with two brothers. I thought it’d be awkward, but they blew my mind.”

I shake my head with a laugh. “And their loads.”

Sylvie points at me. “Yep. One fucked my pussy while the other pounded my ass. I’ve never come so hard in my entire life.” I’ve never come so hard as I do when I’m with Simone. Not with Shasta. Not jacking off.

Simone drops her jaw, and I imagine her blowing me again. She finally shakes her head. “I’m intrigued.” What the fuck? Is she trying to hurt me on purpose?

I notice Wilder is talking to Brandon at the fence. What is he doing? Conducting performance interviews? If any more of us get to bat today, it’ll be a damn miracle.

Sylvie giggles as she gets more water. “You and I should arrange something.” She glances at me, and I turn into Grandma Abramson’s married boyfriend after he mixed his meds with alcohol and weed, shaking and twitching. Sylvie sighs. “Have you ever had a threesome, Rod?”

“Uh...” I guess if I counted my assault. “Not yet.”

Sylvie elbows Simone. “I think we found our third.”

Simone shakes her head and stands up like someone lit her ass on fire. “Definitely not.” Of course, she’d say that. Simone walks closer to Sylvie and asks, “How about Nico?”

Fuck no. Fuck no. Fuck to the hell no.

I gape at them as Sylvie shrugs. “I doubt he’d be into it. Ooh! What about Ricky?” Holy fuck. That deviant will do anything for a cum opp.

Breathe. Do not break shit. Do not go apeshit on Simone. Do not murder Tesco. Do not staple Sylvie’s lips shut—maybe I should do that.

Simone crosses her arms and tilts her head side to side as if considering that. “I like it.” I hate it more than goddamn Betsy. I will run Tesco over with my car.

Hang on. Why should I give a shit what Simone does?

Sylvie smiles and bounces, dribbling two mini basketballs from her chest. “Who’s going to ask him?”

Simone sucks in her bottom lip and flicks her tongue over it. In response, my dick jerks. For the love of Seth Meyers, can my body not react to Simone for the rest of my life? There used to be a time when all she did was annoy me. Sort of. A little. But I’ve never not been attracted to Simone. She’s hotter than hell. That’s a damn shame.

Simone draws in a deep breath. “I will.”

I laugh but panic, with my voice squeaking up two octaves. “Are you smoking something? I mean, hello? Husband right here.”

Simone ignores me and turns to Sylvie. “You want to do this, though?”

She closes her eyes and groans, “God, yes. I’m willing to share just to get a taste of him. I bet he’s packing heat.”

I roll my eyes but tighten my hands into fists. “He’s a cop. Our taxpayer dollars pay for him to pack heat.”

Sylvie giggles and grabs my arm again. “Oh, Rod. Not that kind. Get with it.” My apologies, Tesco tart.

“Rodwell, batter up!” Wilder’s wary scowl annoys me. My fake brother-in-law can fuck off.

Sylvie leaves the dugout, waiting for Simone to talk to Officer Hot Pants, probably. Ordering a threesome should be quick and easy, like fast food at a drive-thru. Before Simone follows, I snag her arm, and she staggers to a stop and glares up at me. Even pissed off, she’s so... Fuck.

“What, Rod?” she wrenches her arm from my grip, but as she tries to leave again, I grab her arm better this time.

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