Page 5 of Strike Zone

“Yes, she is, and so are you. God, happy couples make me sick.”

“O-kay.”

“I like being single. Is that so bad? I like the rush of meeting someone new, falling into bed together, and having wild, uninhibited, uncomplicated sex.”

“Don’t you ever want more?”

“Occasionally, and then I remember I’m young, hot, and not tied down to one woman.”

“That’s great until you meet the right woman. Then you’ll want to be tied down.” Her girlfriend has fire in her eyes that could melt the glass in my hand.

“You’re making my cock twitch.”

“On that note, I’m going to take my girlfriend home and do all the things you wish you could watch.”

I physically have to adjust myself. “Not fair.”

“Something tells me you’ll be just fine without us. Congrats on the win. It was truly amazing.”

“Thanks. I’m sure we’ll see each other around. Have a good night knowing I’m so jealous my balls just turned green with envy.”

“Never say that to a woman you want to sleep with. Just a friendly word of advice.”

“You know, I thought that the second it came out of my mouth. Duly noted on my list of phrases never to pass my lips again.”

As they walk out hand in hand, I can’t help that small pang of longing I felt earlier when everyone was celebrating with their loved ones. Three eager women are quick to take their place next to me, but to be honest, I’m sort of over it for the night. I hate to admit that I’d like to celebrate with someone who knows and understands what this achievement means to me. This calls for some no strings, no feelings but familiar fucking. One of my regular drunk dials. I know just who to call. Candy.

A quick text, and she’s on her way to my place.

I quickly down the rest of my drink, say goodnight to the women who are actually disappointed I don’t want to take them home, and head outside to grab a cab back to my place. When the concierge calls to tell me my friend has arrived, I’m a block away and give him the green light to send her up to my place with the spare key.

She doesn’t wait for me to make herself at home. By the time I get up to my penthouse and see her pouring two glasses of wine, she’s a sight for sore eyes. Six-inch heels shape her already incredibly long legs that disappear beneath the hem of her coat. “Hey, Linc. I’m glad you called. I was watching the game.”

“I’m going to stop you there. We can talk about my Hall of Fame worthy win later. Right now, you’re going to lose your clothes, and I’ll do what I do best.”

“And what would that be?” she asks with a knowing grin.

“Playing your body like a fiddle. I have some of that manuka honey you like for a sore throat in the bathroom cabinet because I plan on making you scream till you’re hoarse.”

She unbuttons her coat and lets it drop off her shoulders, puddling on the floor at her feet. She’s wearing nothing but lingerie, and even that’s minimal—my favorite kind.

“Am I overdressed?” Running her hand down her stomach, her eyes find mine, full of dark desire.

“Definitely. Come over here, so I can take those panties off… with my teeth.” And just like that, everything else is forgotten, at least for the next few hours.

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“Jesus Christ, now I have to scrub my eyes with bleach.”

My brain has a heartbeat of its own this morning. Is it even morning? “Anders? What are you doing here?”

“Can you pull up the sheets, bro? You’re showing your brain.” It takes me a few seconds to realize what he’s talking about. My morning wood is on display. He’s seen it all before, but I grab the sheets so he doesn’t feel inadequate in the presence of my superhuman cock.

“What’s up? I thought you’d be nursing a hangover with your lady love this weekend.”

“I would be, but you didn’t answer your fucking phone yesterday, and then you didn’t show up for dinner tonight. Brooke being the caring woman she is, wouldn’t give me a fucking break until I came over to check you hadn’t sexed yourself to death or died in a pool of your own vomit from alcohol poisoning. Mission accomplished.”

“Your wife is one of the good ones. You did the right thing marrying her.”

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