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And definitely no reason for me to still be stalking his page.

You’re up early.For a minute my stomach flips when I think it’s Brandon, but it’s not. It’s Tanya, a woman I met at my uncle’s bachelor party in Chicago. We’d hit it off and spent the night together. It was strictly sex only, but we kept in touch, usually reaching out when one of us was horny and needed to get off.

I don’t even know her last name.

I’m always up. My dick is still coming round, but sense memory is a wonderful thing. The things this girl can do with her tongue should be put in a textbook and studied. She can only be messaging for one thing, and a second later she sends me a photo that confirms it.

Holy fuck. I send an equally provocative one in return, then reach into my bedside drawer and grab some lubricant. I quickly check my door is locked, then hit the call button.

“My favourite Italian stallion”, she answers huskily. This is about as close to pleasantries as we ever get. “Where are you?”

“Still in bed”, I match her tone, “Wishing you were here next to me”.

She giggles. “What else do you wish?”

“That you’re naked”, I bite my lip, “And as horny as I am”.

“Consider the first one granted”, I groan as she giggles. “As for the second one, why don’t you help me get there? Start by describing what you’re going to do to me with that rock hard….body of yours”.

I close my eyes, letting fantasies roll easily off my tongue. I’m working myself into a frenzy at the sound of her voice, as she takes over and begins describing herself climbing on top of me, when I glance at the screen and realise I’m somehow back on Brandon’s profile.

As she whispers all the things she’s desperate to do to me, my finger scrolls through Brandon porn. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I can’t tear my eyes away from him until suddenly I feel a warm shiver that starts in my legs and…

“Fuck”, I groan, as the orgasm ripples through my body. I swallow, trying to catch my breath. “Did you finish?”

“Twice. Damn, Parker. You’re not usually so loud, I loved it”, I hear water blasting from her shower, “I must have really turned you on, right?”

The photo of Brandon, sweat running down his bare chest, all aviators, jawline and tousled hair surrounded by discarded dumbbells, gazes tauntingly back at me.

* * * *

“How was your morning?” Brandon swipes a bite of my pancakes. “Get up to anything fun?”

“Who, me?” I say, nearly choking. “No, nothing. Why?”

“I’m onto you”. He shoots me a suggestive look. “Your thirst traps? Hot damn. Way more Parker than I was expecting to see in the morning. And you a good Catholic boy”, he adds in a whisper so scandalised that I can’t help but smile. “I didn’t know you were still into all that MMA shit”.

I ignore the hollow flutter in my chest, trying not to be bothered by how casually he dismisses the one thing I ever really wanted for myself. “I’m a man of many surprises”.

“I watched some of your videos. You’ve got skills”.

“Don’t you forget it”, I throw up a mock karate pose, and he holds up his hands in defence, laughing. “Gotta give the people what they want, isn’t that what you always say?”

“Sure is, and thank fuck, someone has finally listened. It’s a Summit miracle. Fancy a kickabout later?”

“Some of us have work. And you’re meant to be resting”.

“Rest day is for pussies”.

“I thought that was your philosophy for leg day?” I grin at his indignant expression. “I’m taking advantage of Simon being out of town for a few days”.

The next job on the shit list is replacing the old netting from the goalposts in storage. Most of the pitches are fully functional, but the grounds extend for miles. The more functional nets there are, the more training opportunities there’ll be.

I guess that Simon’s plan anyway. I haven’t really spoken to him about it.

“What’s that?” Brandon nods towards my notebook.

Fuck. It’s dumb really. I always keep one with me, just to jot down any random thoughts or ideas I have. Usually I use it for training plans. I close it quickly, before Brandon can see my scribbled idea for organic vending machines.

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