Page 57 of Commander in Briefs

She fucking laughs at me.

“I wish you would and shut up and fuck me with some urgency.”

My adrenaline peeks, my body humming in pure, unfiltered desire. A ferocious growl erupts from my chest as I snatch her head back and plunge into her tight, wet pussy. I fuck her violently, pounding those hips ruthlessly against the unforgiving metal. Over and over, I pound scream after scream from her throat, her voice quivering with the need for release.

“How bout now, beautiful? How’s that silence treating you?”

She grunts, grinding against me, chasing her high. I’m a bastard, holding her tight, keeping her from reaching that coveted spot she desperately craves.

Another tug of hair. “Tell me. Tell me, what I want to hear!”

“Please. Please, Theo.”

Without further bullshit, I pound us into oblivion, giving in to our unbridled needs. Deep then shallow, my strokes become wild and chaotic, fucking us into a frenzy of madness until finally we can’t stand anymore. Her walls contract, choking me as she milks the very essence from my soul.

A screeching sound blares throughout the room, jolting me from a deep sleep. Hell yeah. I managed to actually sleep in Suck-Ass-Washington. Granted, it’s because I’m with Ans.

Now, as I roll over, reaching for her side of the bed, I realize she’s already up. The clock says it’s seven. She’s probably been up a couple of hours.

Scrubbing a hand down my face, clearing the sleep from my eyes, I yank the plug from the wall, because, well… I’m an asshole and can’t be bothered with finding the off button to shut up the annoying music, screaming about “shaking it off.” Couldn’t she use her phone like a normal person?

Enjoying the feeling of a restful night’s sleep, I stretch out, covering the entire bed. Pans bang in the kitchen, interrupting my peace, probably Thad ass-kissing Ans by making her breakfast. Douche. She hardly eats breakfast. She’s a shake kind of girl.

I have to be at the field to train today at nine. Ugh. At least Ans is going with me. Some days it’s almost unbearable, I want to quit so bad. Thad says it’s not time, that I need to grow my investments more to ensure I will be financially sound should I not work for a while.

At this point, I don’t give a fuck. I just want to go back home to Georgia. The traveling, the hotel rooms, the practice, the coaches up my ass, the nutritionist in my face about a damn cookie can all go fuck themselves. I don’t want this life anymore.

It sounded cool in college, anything to not go work for my father, but now… now I want something else. And that something fell asleep drooling on my arm last night.

Realizing I need to get up and motivated, I stretch one last time then dig my toes in the plush carpet. I probably should put some clothes on since I have guests but, nah, it’s my house. I’m the king of this fucking castle.

I stroll into the kitchen clad only in my boxers and frown. Thad is making a fucking mess in my kitchen. “What the fuck dude? You are cleaning all this shit up.”

He spears me with a glare. “You’re welcome.”

What? I’m welcome? Why am I thankful?

“I made you breakfast, douche. Anniston and Cade went for a run and decided they would stop by that smoothie place she likes for breakfast. She said she would meet you at the field.”

No, she didn’t.

“Our smoothie place?” I clarify with a cough.

He gives me a curt nod.

I feel my blood pressure rising. You know when the tingling starts in your hands and moves to your chest? Your head becomes cloudy and then you either pass out or run. Yeah. That’s where I’m at. I shake out my hands and will myself to breathe.

She took Cade to our spot. Fuck me.

Cade is fucking dead.

Thad looks at me with pity in his eyes.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that!” I snap bitterly. I don’t want his damn pity. Cade is not a threat.

Thad sets two plates down at the bar. Eggs. A tad bit of guilt creeps in. “Let’s eat. I’ll give you a ride.”

Yep. It’s guilt I’m feeling. Raking a frustrated hand through my hair, I say, “I’m sorry.”

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