Page 23 of Wild Pitch

Hey, bro! Great series this week. Your arm looked great.

RIGGS

Thanks. It’s good to be back.

TANNER

Soooooo…

RIGGS

Here we go.

TANNER

How are things with the old ball and chain?

RIGGS

Jesus Christ. Your nosy ass wife tell you to ask me that?

TANNER

Nope. Just wondering if your near-perfect game was inspired by a certain spicy brunette.

RIGGS

It’s strictly business, Lake. There’s nothing going on between us.

TANNER:

Been there, told that lie.

RIGGS

Yeah. To me, you fuck.

TANNER

It worked out, because you ended up with the world’s best brother-in-law. You should be thanking me for fucking your sister.

RIGGS

Hold your breath on that one, Tan. With any luck, you’ll drop dead.

BYE.

I toss the phone onto the couch beside me, getting up and walking over to the window. He riles me the fuck up every time he mentions what he and Grace do in their free time. No matter how much I say I don’t want to know, the goofy fucker just keeps doing it.

It’s gross.

I watch as the electric blue waves meet the shore, swallowing the sand briefly before pulling back. The topless beach below is pretty dead for it being such a nice day out. There are a few people who are fully clothed walking along the shore, and one topless woman lying face-up on a beach towel. I shouldn’t look, because I’m supposed to have a girlfriend, but I’m a weak man, and this particular set of tits is fucking spectacular—nice and full with hard, rose-colored nipples. I’m not so far up that I can’t see the little barbells that decorate the tight buds as they glint in the sunlight.

Fuck, she’s hot.

She’s perfection.

Wait, I know those tits.

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