Page 19 of Pitcher

“Are you saying you want a dog, McCallister?”

She shrugs, taking a sip of my beer without asking. “I could go for something humping my leg every now and again.”

This time it’s Thad who laughs and me who chokes.

The fuck? She wants someone to hump her?

Her comment grounds me to reality.

Anniston is going to move on. She’s going to find a dude to hump her.

“Are you finally ready or do we need to wait a million more years?” I snap, my asshole back intact and ready to make people cry tonight.

“Come on, Teddy, just because you’re a pussy kind of guy doesn’t mean you have to hate on us dog lovers.”

Don’t lay her over this island, Theo. Don’t rip those shorts down her legs and spank the fucking sass out of her. Not tonight, dude.

Not. Tonight.

“That was cringy,” I lie. “I hope you aren’t planning to crack awkward jokes tonight.”

I shudder, and it causes her to throw her head back and polish off my beer before breezing past me and throwing over her shoulder, “Find some pussy tonight, Von Bremen. You seem pent up.”

If glaring was in the Guinness World Records, I would hold the number one spot. “I’m not pent up. You took forever in the bathroom and now I’m tired.”

And horny.

But that’s beside the fact.

“Stay here,” she suggests, slipping on her sandals by the door.

She’s crazy if she thinks that’s happening.

“Yeah, bro,” Thad adds, like he wants me to push him down the stairs. “Stay here and rest. I’ll look after Ans tonight.”

Mom will miss him, but she’ll eventually move on, right?

Ugh.

I look at Thad and then at a grinning Anniston before I kill the mood completely.

“The only rest I plan on doing is between transferring my dick from a mouth to a pussy. Now get in the fucking car before I leave both of you.”

Unfortunately, my mood hasn’t improved since we left and drove here in silence. I considered apologizing but thought better of it.

Anniston baited me and so did Thad. I reacted like I always do. Like an ass.

“Good game, Theo,” some girl coos in my ear, her breath smelling like cheap beer and mint gum.

It does nothing for me.

“Thanks,” I say flatly, taking a drink of the disgusting beer someone shoved in my hand as soon as I got here. Anniston took off about half an hour ago when my teammates pushed me out the door and onto the back patio where they were set up around a chimenea.

I didn’t want to join them. Frankly, I would rather let Wendy with the fat hands finger my asshole.

But I’m supposed to participate, because teams that have a strong bond win games.

I think it’s total bullshit.

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