Page 69 of On the Double

“Seriously, how do you fuck up sex?”

“I didn’t,” I snapped. “It was later,” I admitted.

He snorted, getting on the treadmill beside me. “What did you do, kick her out of your bed five seconds after you finished?”

I punched the button to crank up the speed, needing to burn off the anger still flowing through my veins. It shouldn’t fucking piss me off that I was taking the brunt of her rage. I was in the right. She was fucking wrong.

“It was nothing like that. She was happy. I was happy.”

As if Brock could read my mind, he started laughing. “You did it, didn’t you?”

I glared at him.

“Fuck, you really are stupid.”

Lock stopped his workout and looked at me curiously. “I don’t get it. What did he do?”

“He reminded her that it was a one-time thing.”

Lock stared at me. “Are you fucking serious? Right after sex?”

Anger coursed through me and I stopped the treadmill, snatching my towel off the bar. As I swiped it over my face, I recalled the way she stared at me with that glow in her eyes. “You don’t get it. She was looking at me like I was a fucking king. I saw it in her eyes. She was expecting more.”

“So, you decided to clarify things,” Brock chuckled.

“I needed to be sure she understood. The woman fantasizes about me. There was no way this was going to end well.”

“Then why the fuck did you sleep with her?” Lock practically shouted at me. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“She’s hot! You saw her!”

“That doesn’t mean you stick your dick in her. When you see crazy, you run in the other direction.”

“I couldn’t help it. It was Fox’s fault!”

Lock raised his eyebrow in question. “Don’t tell me he was there for it.”

“He might as well have been. The woman was spying on me in my own house. She was taking pictures of me working out from the basement steps!”

Brock laughed a little harder. “And you stuck your dick in her.”

“She licked my fucking hand after I wiped sweat from my face!”

They both flinched at that. “Like…licked the whole thing or only a taste?” Lock asked.

“Does it really fucking matter?”

“I think it does,” Brock nodded, shutting down his own machine. “A little taste could be construed as a kiss that went too far. But licking your whole hand? That’s fucking disgusting. Is that when you reminded her that it was nothing more?”

I looked at him sheepishly, clearing my throat. “Uh…no, that’s when I pushed her to the ground and…had her suck my cock.”

They both stared at me like I was an idiot. I knew it. They knew it. I was just waiting for them to say it.

“So…what you’re telling us,” Lock said, getting to his feet, “is that you first encouraged her behavior, then slept with her,thenyou reiterated that you weren’t going to date her.” He nodded as he thought about it. “I think it’s possible you’re the stupidest fuck I’ve ever met.”

“No, no,” Brock shook his head. “He was the stupidest fuck when he encouraged her. Now, he’s taken it one step further because what kind of douchebag encourages a woman like that and then punches her in the vagina on the way out? You, my friend, are what we call a tool.”

I swiped my towel over my face again, drying the sweat. “Maybe I was a little…harsh.”

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