Page 121 of Unleashed

I sigh. “We’re not married. My dad is visiting, so we’re married for the week. Sylvie knows.” Most of it.

Tesco nods as he chews his gum. “Um, okay. That’s strange.”

Sylvie giggles. “I know, right? She’s supposed to be married to Rod, but she’s talking to you more than her so-called spouse. So funny.” Not very.

All of my pretend excitement at asking Ricky if he’d be interested in a threesome fades as I think of Greg. Without realizing it, Greg made it clear he didn’t want me to do it. I don’t want to have sex with Ricky or Sylvie. There’s only one man I’ll ever want, and that’s...

No one. Absolutely no man alive.

My anger and humiliation of Greg using and treating me like his personal cocksucker still scorch my heart.

I watch Greg at bat. Fuck, he’s so hot. Though I’m standing next to Ricky, Greg exudes a quiet sex appeal that screams to me. His dark hair is just the right amount of disheveled. He either is clean-shaven or sports a light beard. His body is incomparable—not super muscular or too skinny. His passionate eyes and unique sense of humor sold me when we met.

He walks near the plate as he amps himself up to bat. He turns me on with every move like no other guy has or will. I wanted to be his wife and have his babies. I screamed that at Morgan, and it used to be the truth.

Sylvie says, “We came over to ask you something.”

I salvage a smile and turn back to Ricky, who looks at me with eagerness. Maybe? “Oh, yeah? What kind of trouble are you two trying to pull me into?”

I try to bullshit on the fly, but I’m not good at it. “Uh... We were wondering if we could ride with you some night?”

Ricky laughs and removes his hat to run his fingers through it. Sylvie seizes the opportunity to lend him a hand. Christ Almighty. “I was not expecting you to ask that.”

She strokes his hair with one hand and his chest with the other, saying, “I’d really love a ride-along of any kind.” Real smooth.

I hear the bat’s metallic echo, and I turn to see the ball sailing into the outfield. Greg would reach the freeway beyond the trees if we played baseball and not a softball. I can’t help but watch him jog to first base, but then he looks at me, and I panic. The first thing I think of is to pat Ricky’s chest. What the hell am I doing?

Ricky inhales as he shoves the hat back onto his head. “I should pay attention to practice unless you have something else to tell me.” But his eyes stay on my face, and I feel awkward.

Sylvie mutters, “Yeah, Simone. Don’t we have anything else to say?” She widens her eyes and mouths, “Please, for the love of God.”

When my brother yells for Sylvie to bat, I sigh, relieved I can back off now. I only brought up the threesome suggestion to see if Greg would get jealous. I’d do one with him, but Greg doesn’t seem interested in having one with me.

With Sylvie gone, Ricky asks, “What’s going on with you, Simone? Are you back with Rodwell?” He makes a face, and it irritates me.

I swallow and watch Greg talking to Rhonda. He gives her a genuine smile. I miss when he gave them to me.

“Simone?”

Ricky’s voice breaks into my daze, and I shrug. “I just wanted to say hi. Sylvie likes you.”

He widens his eyes again. “Really?”

“She would’ve asked you out, but she’s at bat.” As I say that, Sylvie hits the ball and squeals before taking off running to first base. I turn my back to the field. “Do you think she’s hot?”

He shrugs. “Sure. I thought maybe you both wanted to ask me to do a threesome or something.”

I snort through my shock. “What? Like I’d do one of those?”

His brown eyes drop to my chest and then back to my face. “I don’t know. I’m okay with it, though.”

“Um...” I can’t do anything but giggle because this is so fucked-up.

Ricky leans closer, and my hand goes to his chest as a defensive move. I don’t want him in my face, especially with Greg watching. “You’ve probably thought about it.”

“Simone, I need you.” My brother’s voice saves me from this shit I got myself into.

“Duty calls,” I mutter and spin around, but as I march back, Greg blocks my path, and my heart skips a beat. My heart is a traitor, but my brain won’t forget.

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