“Man,” I say. “Wow.”

Sean just keeps walking for his bedroom. Hauling my ass off the couch, I follow. As I stand in the doorway, arm propped on the frame, he picks up the pillows that must have fallen off during his fuck-fest.

Or foreplay-fest.

“Sorry I cock-blocked you,” I tell him. “If it makes you feel any better, you can punch me in the arm. One sore arm for a pair of blue balls.”

Sean grins at me over his shoulder. “That’s not a fair trade.”

I shrug. “Sorry, I’m not letting you punch me in the crotch. I have to draw the line somewhere.”

“It’s good. We got the job done before you got here, anyway. That was just about to be round two.”

“Nice.”

I move out of the way so he can leave the bedroom. I’m not done yet, though. Far from it. I haven’t seen a naked piece of ass like that in a long time. Just thinking about it has my balls getting all tingly.

I know I should probably feel guilty, seeing as the chick on my mind is the one who was just in my best buddy’s bed, but I don’t. Like me, Sean doesn’t do girlfriends. I’ll be surprised if that Violet girl even comes around a second time. That means she’s as good as fair game.

Plus, I noticed the way she looked at me before running off. She might have just been in Sean’s bed, but I was the guy on her mind.

In the kitchen, Sean unscrews a bottle of the sports water shit he likes.

“Gotta charge up, huh?” I joke. “Lost a lot of electrolytes?”

He snorts a laugh, spewing red water. Wiping his mouth, he shakes his finger at me.

“Cut it out, man.”

“Seriously. Who was she?”

He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “You know. Violet. From high school.”

“Are you sure she’s that Violet?”

“Pretty positive.” He dunks the empty bottle in the recycling bin from across the room.

“No. You never said that Violet was a total babe.”

“Do I have to?” He gives me a flat look. There’s something he’s not saying.

I jut my chin at him. “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re a shitty liar.”

“I need to run to the store. Need anything?”

“You’re not going to shower?” I ask as he goes by me. “What if the salesgirl smells your fuck shower?”

“What the hell is a fuck shower?”

“It’s…you know…how you smell after you fuck. Like you took a shower in…fucking.”

“Wow. That was real poetic, Frank. You almost brought me to tears.”

“Shut up,” I grumble. “Like you’re so expressive or whatever.”

Sean grabs the top of the kitchen’s door frame and swings a little bit on it.

“I never talked about Violet being hot because it wasn’t like that with us.”

Now we’re talking. I cross my arms and lean against the counter.

“She was a late bloomer, huh?”

His mouth twists in distaste, though what’s got his panties in a bunch I can’t tell. Usually, he has no problem talking about girls.

“No. She was always hot. We just never hooked up.”

“But why?”

Sean sighs and drops his arms. “You really need to know?”

“Only because you’re acting so secretive and shit.”

He turns away. “How was that date, anyway?”

“What the fuck, Sean? You really think I’m that stupid?” I jump in front of him before he can make it to the front door.

He spins his keys around his finger, seeming to think about something.

“Tell me. I’m curious.”

“It was awful. What do you think?”

“Did you…”

“Course I did. Like I should have done otherwise?”

He nods, agreeing. We both know he’s just like me. No wasting pussy in this house.

“Women are so boring,” I add, feeling the frown pulling on my lips. “The ones that actually have something to say all look like librarians. And not the hot kind in porn. They look like…real librarians. Where are all the hot, smart girls?”

“Strip club?”

“I’m serious,” I grumble.

“No, you’re not.” He pulls his phone from his pocket and checks the screen before putting it away again. “You’re not looking for a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, true. But is it a crime for me to want to hear something interesting come from a girl’s mouth? Other than, ‘You’re a sex god, Frank’.”

“No woman has ever said that.”

“How do you know?”

Sean chuckles. “When’s date number two?”

“Yeah, right.”

“Let me guess: you’re going to ignore her calls until the end of time.”

His jab is more like a punch. I don’t get why he’s making fun of me. There’s nothing different about the way we approach girls. It’s probably one of the reasons we get along. Our priorities are all in the same order.

“Like you’d do it any different?” I counter. “Are you going to call Violet?”

His face falls. “No.”

“I thought she was an old friend.”

“She is, but…that was a long time ago.” He looks away, his chest slowly rising. “We’re not friends anymore. And today wasn’t about us.”

With the cryptic way he’s talking, now I really know there’s something juicy going on.

“Come on, dude. Just spill it.”

His eyes dart across my face.

“It wasn’t a regular hookup. I’m helping Violet get pregnant.”

The words ring in my head, making less sense the more I try to process them.

“Wait…you…uh… Come again?”

“She wants to have a baby without a man involved.” He nonchalantly shrugs. “Her insemination clinic or whatever fell through, so I’m helping her.”

“You’re having a kid,” I slowly say.

Nope. Still doesn’t make sense. There must be something wrong with my hearing.

Sean’s eyebrows push together like he’s annoyed.

“No. I’m just getting her pregnant. I’m her sperm donor, you know. I won’t be involved at all.”

“Wait one second.” I hold my hand up, afraid he’s about to leave after dropping this gigantic bomb. “You’re not going to, like, know the kid at all?”

“No.”

“Huh.”

“It’s fine. I don’t need to. I don’t want kids. I’m just helping Violet out.”

I try to imagine what it would be like to know there was a kid with my genes running around the place. Someone I’d never meet, but who would be like me anyway.

It doesn’t take long for me to decide I wouldn’t mind it. Family is the people you choose, and all that stuff.

“So, you’re gonna bang until it happens.”

“Well…”

“Uh-huh?” I nod eagerly.

“I told her I could get her pregnant in one shot.”

“Nice.” I hold my hand out for a fist bump, and he pounds it. “But you might not have gotten it done today.”

I can tell by the way his face hardens that he doesn’t like that. “I probably did.”

“Yeah, but you might not have.”

Sean crosses his arms. “What’s your point?”

“She’s gonna need some more work done.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

“If that’s the case, I’ll take care of it.”

“Or I can.”

He glowers at me. “Violet doesn’t even know you. We’ve been friends for years.”

“You told me you haven’t seen her in a decade.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he snaps. “She asked me to do it.”

“Really?”

His tough-guy exterior cracks a little. “Well, I offered…and she said yes.”

I can’t keep my grin back. “Maybe she’ll say yes to me as well.”

Sean opens his mouth, looking like he wants to argue, then shuts it. We both know the truth. She’s not his girlfriend. He can’t tell her what to do.

“Let’s make it a competition,” I say. “I bet I can get Violet pregnant first.”

Sean guffaws and rolls his eyes. “You’re joking.”

“Dead serious, man.”

He studies my face, seeing I’m not kidding. “Like I said, Violet doesn’t—”

“She doesn’t have to know me. I saw the way she watched me.”

Sean’s jaw ticks. All he has to do is tell me to back off, and I will. If Violet is a girl he wants all to himself, he can have her. I may do a lot of questionable things, but I won’t ruin a friendship over a woman.

A long moment passes.

“I’m going out,” Sean announces. He turns around quick, storming out before I have the chance to say anything else.

“I’ll be here!” I shout at the closed door, not sure whether he hears me or not. But it doesn’t matter.

I’ll be right in this living room when he gets home.

And my dick will be ready to go the second Violet is.