Page 68 of Pitcher Perfect

Austin:maybe. If these people see me with a boner, I’ll never hear the end of it

Caleb:lol Tyler would never let you live it down. You with the guys?

Austin:Yeah, and a few other business owners

Caleb:basically the people Mabel has been trying to get more active in the chamber?

Austin:haha yeah. If she ever learned about our monthly hangouts, we’d be screwed

Caleb:you mean your super official chamber 2.0 meetings?

Austin:don’t you dare tell her. If you do, I might have to rescind your invitation to join this group

Caleb:wait, you got me an invite to the super secret organization? Do I get to learn the special handshake?

Austin:yeah, I’ll have to show you a few times. Privately

Caleb:let me guess, does it involve touching your dick?

Austin:maaaaaaybe

Caleb:I’d love to learn that handshake. Why don’t you tell me about it?

Austin:there’s a precise maneuver that involves a tongue

Caleb:yeah? That’s got me thinking about when you were over here last week. The way you swallowed my cock like it was your oasis in a desert. You’re always so good at sucking me off

Austin:holy shit

Austin:relocating to the bathroom brb

Caleb:[grinning demon emoji]

Austin:you taste so good. If I were there right now, I’d push you back on the couch and tell you to keep your hands on your legs. I’d unzip your pants and pull out your cock and suck it until you got hard

Caleb:Are you kidding? I’m already hard. It wouldn’t take much to get me off. You’re so sexy. I’d want to grab your hair and hold on while you sucked me off

Austin:send me a pic. I wanna see how hard you are

Caleb:[photo of Caleb’s hard dick]

Austin:fuck yeah. Hold my head still so you could fuck my mouth, make me gag on your fat dick until you spray my throat

As I replied to Austin, my dad’s face popped up on my screen.That’s fucking awkward timing.

“Hey, Dad. How’s it going?”

“Hey, Kiddo. Good, good. What’s new with you?”

I caught him up on the latest in Dahlia Springs—funny stories about customers, weird town gossip he had no connection to but seemed to enjoy, and updates about the competition. I hadn’t told him a lot about it, but he knew it would be a big deal for me if we did well.

“What’s going on with the restaurant?” he asked.

I withheld a sigh. I didn’t want him to worry about me, but I also didn’t want to lie. “Nothing yet. I’m catering an event in a couple of days that might help me build a connection with the guy who owns the space.”

“That’s a good move. Show them you’re part of the community.”

I smiled. Dad had taught me the value of helping others, if not always by his words then by his actions. When Mom was ill, the community had gathered to support me and Charity. I wasn’t too young to notice how much that meant to Dad and how he’d always done what he could to help others—chopped Mrs. Jensen’s firewood when her son was away at college and couldn’t do it, spent his only day off in weeks working on Mr. Landry’s car, only bought groceries from Hamm’s Market in my hometown because he wanted to support an old friend, even though they didn’t have some of his favorite foods.

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