Page 39 of Devious Gambit

“Maybe Greene killed him,” I added, still eyeing up that chick who was twirling her long, dark hair around her finger and licking her bottom lip. “Maybe they were fuck buddies and had a lover’s tiff.”

“What?” Cody screwed his face up.

The memory of walking into Greene’s bedroom to find a chick shoving a vibrator up his ass was still fresh. If I could, I’d scrub that memory from in my mind with alcohol and bleach. Although an ounce of curiosity existed to try it myself. I wondered if Gallagher would be up for it.

Me: Are u done?

Gallagher: Y

Me: How do u rate it?

Gallagher: 6/10. Still a bit sensitive after your big member invaded my privates.

Me: And how do you rate me sucking your twat?

Gallagher: 11/10

“Yuss!” I said aloud, clenching my hand into a fist. The scantily clad chick moved closer to me, practically pressing her tits into my arm. “Are you cold?”

“A little,” she giggled. She was the exact opposite to Gallagher; short and curvy with a big bust, slutty and lacking in self-respect. Gallagher is long and lean, all arms and legs with not much in between. She stood about 5 foot 8, small tits, flat stomach, milky white skin.

“Maybe you should’ve brought a jacket,” I told her. Cody and Ridge sniggered at my remark.

Gallagher had tainted me for the night, and fucking another chick wasn’t going to happen. Her body stretched out before me, untouched by man, ruined my normally low standards when it came to chicks. It’s like the color was drained from every other chick, making them taupe and uninteresting. I examined the joint between my fingers.

“What’s in this shit?” I asked Cody.

“The usual. Why?”

“It’s turning me off sluts and groupies. Making them taste bitter.”

He snorted, looking past me to the groupie chick who was still pressing her tits into me, even though I just treated her like trash. “You a virgin?” he asked her.

She giggled again. “No.”

Cody patted me on the shoulder. “This guy only fucks virgins.”

“Maybe he should find a nunnery then,” she hit back, stepping away from me to get closer to Cody.

“Great idea. I never thought of that,” I agreed, taking a long guzzle of my beer.

“I don’t want you either,” Cody sternly informed her, just as Rachel walked out the front door, looking like she stepped off a photo shoot. “I got plans.” Cody always straightened his back and bit his tongue when Rachel was around. Rachel flashed him a smile, and he followed her inside, leaving Ridge and I with the groupies who Rachel refused to let in the house.

I drank and smoked too much, and crashed on a bed somewhere in the house, because I was too wasted to drive back home. I was stoked that we won another game, but I was getting sick of all the shit surrounding our team. It was one thing that we got pressure from Coach and management, another thing that fucking groupies and sycophants were always hanging around like flies wanting a piece of meat. On top of that, we pressured each other in the Vault, getting on each other’s nerves. Not to mention, all that other shit involving police. It was wearing me down and I was getting sick of it.

It had crossed my mind to stand down from football next year. Maybe take a year off from college, hire a boat and sail the seas to great dive locations. My parents were open to me having a gap year after I graduated and before I started working at Luxon Soap. I wondered if they’d be open to me bringing it forward a two years. I doubted it. Dreams are free.

Even though the music pumped and laughter was loud, I still managed to get some shut-eye. Weirdly, I dreamt I pissed my pants and woke to find that groupie sucking my cock. I didn’t know who the fuck she was, but if a guy did this to a comatose chick, there’d be hell to pay. I dragged her off my cock and told her fuck off.

That was it for me. Time to go home.

SIXTEEN

Rhys

“Rhys Gallagher?”

“Yes.” A smartly-dressed woman in late thirties stood on my step, directed there by Marjorie when she knocked on the wrong door.

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