Page 58 of Commander in Briefs

He gives me a chin lift in acceptance. He’s a better man than me. In his place, I would have taken the opportunity to rub my face in my apology or pointed out that another dude was moving in on my girl. But he doesn’t. Instead, he plays the dutiful brother by making me a consolation breakfast.

We eat in silence. His cooking is actually decent, but I push the food around on my plate, caught up in my own self-pity.

“Hurry up,” he says, rising. “You can’t be late again.”

I push away from the table and toss my plate in the sink. It shatters against the stainless steel, but I don’t care.

Thad sighs, and I stomp to my room to change in anticipation of this nightmare of a day.

“Hey, Von Bremen. Did Anniston finally grow a brain and dump your sorry ass?”

Drew Michaels is shit-starting this morning. I’m not in the mood. I continue to dress, slinging everything I can in my locker with force.

Anniston showed up a few minutes ago looking fresh-faced and gorgeous in her little spandex shorts that barely cover her ass. Needless to say, everyone takes notice when she is here.

“Yeah, I saw her with that big dude. Did he scare you off, pretty boy?” Freeman echoes the taunts being thrown my way.

I take a couple of deep breaths, reigning in my fury.They’re just trying to get a rise out of you. Ignore them.

“Shake it off, dude. Neither of them can get any pussy,” Brody whispers. He squeezes my shoulder. It helps but doesn’t ease my tension.

“Lady in the house!”

Speak of the fucking devil.

“Oh, come on Lewis! Gimme a break. You don’t need two hands to cover your package. I’ve seen that itty-bitty thing.” Anniston struts into the locker room like she owns this motherfucker.

The guys howl in laughter right before she locks eyes with me and winks, Cade trailing behind her like the good little lap dog he is. Her black shorts flex with her muscles as she wades through the mass of guys, hurling insults as she goes.

She swats Brody’s ass when she reaches us. “How’s it hanging, bro?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s hanging nicely, Dr. McCallister. Good to have you back.”

He hugs her awkwardly and makes an excuse to leave. Yeah. He fucking knows better.

“Ans,” I drawl. “So glad you could finally join me.”

She smirks, catching onto my pettiness. “And here I thought you didn’t miss me.”

I leer and grab my hat from the bench. “Come on,” and tug her through the crowd of teammates, toward the exit. In hindsight, we should have let Cade go first; the crowd gives him a wide berth.

“Hey, McCallister!”

Dammit. We were almost out.

“How bout you let me take you out tonight?”

Anniston turns and addresses Michaels, who currently has a death wish.

Unlocking our fingers, Anniston gives me a smile. Oh, shit. Good luck, Michaels. She saunters toward him, her hips swaying to a silent beat.

Michaels licks his lips while palming his dick. “Yeah, sweetheart. Lemme show you a good time.”

Cade moves forward with a low growl. “Just wait,” I encourage, touching his shoulder.

He gives me a curt nod and takes his glare back to Michaels.

“Aww… How cute,” she says in a singsong voice. She brushes Michaels’ hair off his forehead and leans in close, suddenly grabbing his balls in a tight grip.

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