Page 87 of The Foul Out

Me: Pic of Dumpty, Angel Boy, and Bambi at the Bolts game.

New Guy: You all suck.

Crabby: You are so weird about people touching your hair.

Me: Not you. I love when your hands are in my hair when you’re riding my cock. The little moan that you whisper in my ear while I suck on your perfect tits.

Crabby: Breakfast with the kids is not sexing time.

Me: But I miss you. I haven’t seen you in days.

“So Sam is wrong?”

The sound of Piper’s voice echoing across the gym brought me up short. I shuffled closer to the door so she couldn’t see me. She was jumping on a mini trampoline, her red ponytail bobbing up and down.

“It’s not fair that just ’cause you’re old and you’re a boy, you can’t be my best friend.”

I fought back a laugh at the comment about Kyle’s age. He hated being called old. But at the same time, my heart squeezed. Piper really didn’t have friends, so it wasn’t strange for her to think that Kyle was her best friend. She was closer to him than just about anyone.

Like I knew he would, Kyle handled the question with grace. “A best friend is a person you like hanging out with and talking to. A person who gets you.” His deep voice echoed off all the hard services. “And I think that’s true of us.”

I could see him from my hiding spot, dressed in a tight white shirt and black gym shorts, holding a jump rope in his hand. His nails were still painted blue. I thought he’d have taken it off the instant he got home so the guys wouldn’t give him a hard time. Instead, he wore it proudly and grinned each time Piper wanted to show off their matching manicures.

“Does that mean Grey can be Sam’s best friend and I’m your best friend?” She was getting shorter on breath as she jumped, but even still, the tone of her voice was more questioning than hopeful.

“You’re definitely one of my favorite people, so I’d say you’re one of them.”

“Who are your other favorite people?”

He glanced around and froze when our eyes met in the mirror. A smile tipped his lips, and he turned back to Piper “Don’t tell her I said so, but your mom is definitely one of my favorite people.”

I pressed a hand to my mouth to hold in my laugh.

“Me too. She’s pretty okay.” Piper stopped jumping. “That’s two hundred. Your turn.”

He shifted the rope so he held one end in each hand and swung it over his head so it hit the floor behind him with athwack. “You going to count for me?”

She nodded. “Five hundred this time?”

He scoffed. “You’re going to kill me kid.”

Chin tipped up, she said, “Perseverance. You can do it.”

“Oh, you’re using my own words against me now.” He pursed his lips and sent her a playful glare.

“Perseverance,” she repeated.

With a grin at me, he said, “Okay, count, girlie.”

Piper nodded, and he started to jump. Holy hell. I wasn’t prepared. Maybe I hadn’t paid enough attention to jump-roping in the past, because damn, each hop sent another wave of liquidfire through my veins. His calves and thighs tightened each time he launched himself off the ground, and his shoulders bunched, along with his abs, in a rhythmic way that was hypnotizing. It was a perfect showcase of how amazing his entire body was.

Not that this was news to me. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and watched. Good God, was it hard to believe that he’d had that body pressed against mine just a few days ago. That every one of his muscles had tightened in pleasure when he pulsed inside me.

Sex with Kyle had been like nothing else. It shouldn’t have surprised me. Everything with Kyle was new and challenging and exhilarating. I snorted, thinking about his Dear Diary message from this morning. I was sure he’d drop the silliness now that we’d talked, but I should have known better. Because when he said something, he followed through.

“Three hundred,” Piper announced.

Each flick of his wrists made the corded muscle of his forearms bunch, and his brow was slicked with sweat, causing his hair to stick to his skin. His face was tightening in effort. And although I knew he wouldn’t quit before five hundred, he was getting tired.

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