Page 16 of Interception

“Why do you care?” It’s not like Hunter to grill me.

“Come on, bro. You know the team is all over Instagram when y’all go out on the town. Faith saw pics of you and some girl’s boobs.”

“Good for her. No offense, Vaughn, but who I spend the night with is none of your girlfriend’s business. You’ve never given a shit about my nighttime activities before now.”

“I get it, but you banged her best friend senseless last weekend, so you brought this on yourself. I thought you liked Zee.”

“I brought this on myself? Are you shitting me? You turned up at my door, then they turned up at my door. I had some very much consensual fun with Zee, and then she went home. It’s no big deal. She doesn’t care, so neither should Faith. I’m happy for you guys to lay low at my place, but I don’t answer to anyone. I’m hanging up now.”

Why is it that when Hunter complicates his life with a chick he had no business hooking up with in the first place, my cock activities have come under scrutiny? I’m pissed that he’d call me about this. I didn’t even get my rocks off last night!

There’s a message on my phone from Zee.

Z: Was Brandy everything you hoped for?

Me: Why do you care?

Z: I don’t.

Me: Bullshit.

I don’t understand this girl at all.

Me: If you want my cock, all you have to do is ask.

Z: Have you even washed off last night’s skank?

Me: What do you want from me, Zee? Is this your attempt at friendship? You want to hear about the chicks I bang? I sure as shit don’t want to hear about whatever guys are floating your boat.

Z: I haven’t slept with anyone since you.

Me: Neither have I.

It seems like an eternity before she replies. I don’t know why she gets under my skin. What does it matter if she thinks I was out fucking another girl last night? She made it clear when she left my place that she wasn’t up for going on a date with me. I was her one-stop cock shop for a few days. A convenient fuck.

Z: Apt 106, 3429 W. Darrow St.

Me: You want flowers or something? A food delivery?

Z: I want your cock. You said all I had to do was ask.

Me: Then ask…

Z: Fuck you.

Me: You’re about to.

I’m out the door before my shirt is buttoned. The old couple in the elevator gives me a sideways glance as I ride down to the lobby, but I couldn’t care less right now. I grab the first cab and bark the address at the driver, throwing a fifty at him.

“Get me there in under ten minutes, and there’s another fifty in it for you.”

“Yes, sir.” My cock twitches at the thought of being inside her again. Fucking traitorous appendage. I should’ve ignored her, but holy shit, she does something to me. I’m aching to nestle myself between her thighs, and I hate that I want her so badly.

When the cab pulls up outside her building, my pulse is racing and whooshing in my ears, drowning out whatever the driver says to me as I slide another fifty into his hand.

I press the button for the elevator about ten times, willing it to come faster. When I see it’s still going up floors right now, I head for the stairs, taking them two at a time. This is when training comes into its own!

When I see the door to her apartment, I’m coiled so tight, ready to pounce. Before the third knock, she flings open the door, devouring me with her eyes.

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