Chapter 1
Staring at myself in the mirror, I run my hands through my short dark hair to give it that messy look chicks dig. I’m freshly showered, dressed to impress in a white button-up with the sleeves rolled to my elbows, a pair of loose-fitting denim jeans, and my white Jordans. The bright colored ink on my forearms pop against the white shirt.
I’ll be on the hunt tonight for a chick that’s down to fuck, especially since I was at Barry’s garage earlier today and had the run-in with that Callie-look-alike. She was a sexy little firecracker, and it makes me wonder how she’d be in bed. Would she try to be shy or would she give me that sassy fucking mouth of hers? My dick twitches at the thought of having to shut her up.
Walking out of the bathroom, I head down the hallway and into the living room, where Zac is waiting. “You ready?”
He stands from our couch and heads for the door. “Christ, it takes you longer than most women to get ready.” He chuckles as we head out the door. I punch him in the arm. “Ouch!” Zac rubs his bicep.
Now I’m the one laughing. “Did that feel like a woman’s hit?”
“Fuck you!” He pushes me as we reach my car.
Climbing into Skye, my car, we buckle up, and I turn the key. Oh, how I love listening to her purr. Thanks, Mommy and Daddy, for a great birthday present.
The Dugout is full of students tonight. The atmosphere is intoxicating, and the music blares through the sound system. Who needs frat parties when you have this place? It’s a wet dream for baseball fans and players thanks to the way it’s designed: recycled baseball bat tables, glove barstools, memorabilia, benches, and a huge flat-screen TV to watch whatever baseball game is on that weekend.
As for what appeals to college men, there’s no shortage of scantily-clad women looking for their next home run with one of the players. Just how I like ‘em. But... With me, you get one night where I’ll make all of your fantasies come true, but when the sunlight starts shining through the curtains, it’s time for you to go. That’s if I’m in the mood to give you what your body wants; if not, then I take what I want and let you be on your way. No numbers exchanged, no niceties, no nothing, and I’ll hope I don’t see you again.
Looking around the room, I sit at the table with Zac and search the crowd for my next conquest. Two blondes keep looking our way. Hmm…might have to keep them in mind for later.
“What are we going to do about Dex?”
My eyes snap to Zac’s.
He looks like he’s lost his best friend, and I guess in a way he has. We both have; shit’s different now. I’m at a loss for what to do as well. “I don’t know, but that baby’s his. She looks just fucking like him,” I state matter-of-factly.
Yesterday, a baby girl was dropped on our doorstep with hardly anything she needed at all, and a note that just barely explained things. What kind of worthless bitch leaves a baby with a note? Way to pick ‘em, Dex!
I stare at my sulking friend. “One thing I do know is our revolving door of women’s gonna have to slow down. We can’t bring chicks back to our pad with a screaming baby.” Taking a pull from my beer, I say with disappointment, “Guess we’ll just have to take them somewhere else.”
“Yeah.” He looks down at his beer bottle, twirling it around in his hands. “We were kind of assholes, huh?” Zac’s feeling bad about our first reaction; I am too. I’m known to be an asshole, but Dex is my bro and he needs support right now.
“Yeah, but we were in shock; he understands that. He was shocked too.” I chuckle, remembering his stock-still frame, mouth hanging open, and the disbelief in his eyes.
“Good thing Callie was there! Shit, that girl took control and outmanned us all.” Zac laughs.
The mention of Callie has me thinking about earlier. “Has Dex ever mentioned Callie having a sister?” My brows pull down as I try to remember if he ever mentioned one.
“I don’t think so, why?” Zac stands up. “There’s a free table; let’s go shoot some pool.” I swear, he has the worst fucking attention span, but I follow him over and let him line up the balls while I grab a stick from where it hangs on the wall.
“When I took my car to Barry’s, the mechanic looked just like Callie. We got into an argument when I kept saying how I met her last night. She didn’t know who I was, man. Then I may have insinuated that chicks can’t work on cars without fucking them up worse.” I laugh, remembering the fire in her eyes and the pissed expression on her cute face.
“So, not only did you make her think you’re a fucking weirdo, but a complete sexist asshole.” Zac’s full belly laugh grates over the music. “What happened next?” He hits one of his solid, colored balls into the pocket.
“Dude, she schooled my ass on Skye; she knows more about my car than I do. It was seriously one of the sexiest moments of my life. So... I did Mav fashion and pushed her up against the car she was working on…and tried to kiss her.” Hitting a couple of my striped balls in, I aim for the third and miss. Glancing at Zac, I see he’s staring at me. Frozen in place except for blinking his eyes. “What?”
“Tell me you aren’t fucking serious?” His brow arches. “What did she do?”
“Kneed me in the nuts.” I shake my head at the torture she inflicted; my junk still hurts and it was hours ago. That really gets Zac moving. He doubles over, holding his stomach as a round of laughter escapes him. “Fuck you!” I smile. What can I say? Most women would have fallen for my assholish ways, but not her.
“You deserved that shit. Oh, man, I wish I could have seen your face. Dude, you know you ain’t gonna live that shit down now.” He’s still laughing, now wiping tears from his eyes.
I sink the eight ball, taking the win. “Come on; let’s go to the table and Facebook search Callie. We can find out if there’s a sister in the mix.”
There’s not one sister, but two; all identical triplets. In the pictures you wouldn’t even be able to tell them apart if it weren’t for the way they’re dressed. I’m guessing the one I dealt with earlier is the tomboy. She’s dressed in shorts and shirts or tank tops, has her hair pulled up in a ponytail or messy bun, and wears no makeup. Just like today.
“Hey, can we join you? My friend and I have been watching you guys all night.” My attention is pulled from my phone by the two blondes from earlier.
“Sure.” Smirking, I scoot over to let one sit down, and the other sits next to Zac. “What’s your name?” I reach up and finger strands of her bleached hair.
“I’m Stacy and that’s Joy.” She giggles annoyingly, but I smile. Her sugary sweet voice is an act, but I’ll go with it.
“Nice to meet you, Stacy and Joy. I’m Maverick, and that’s Zac.” I look over, and they’re in their own little world. Yep, these chicks are down to fuck.
“We know who you are.” Of course, they do, and that’s why they’re here to be the next in the sack with a couple of bound-to-go-pro baseball players.
My eyes roam from her fake hair, overdone makeup, Botox lips, then down to her fake tits. Not really my type, but she’ll do. “You wanna go outside, where it’s quieter?”
Her head bobs up and down; yeah, it’ll definitely be bobbing here in a few minutes, with something stuck in her mouth. I lean in close to her ear. “I got hurt earlier. You gonna kiss it better?”
“Aww, who would do such a thing?” Her tone turns whiny and she pouts as her finger runs down my chest. “Come on, let nurse Stacy make you all better.” She takes my hand and we get up from the booth, then head outside.
We find a secluded spot on the side of the building, and my back presses against the wall. She moves in for a kiss, but I turn away just in time. Reaching out, I lay my hands on her shoulders and lightly push her down to her knees. She smiles up at me while undoing my jeans, and pulls Mr. Spectacular out. Her head tilts side to side, her eyes widen, and her smile is like a kid in a candy store.
She examines my dick like it’s a fucking unicorn horn and it’s gonna shoot glitter or some shit. She pokes my tip and taps the side.
“It’s not gonna get’cha, just put it in your mouth and suck.”
“It’s so big.” Not the first time I’ve been told that. Her hand wraps around the base, and just when I think this show’s about to get started, she flops my hard dick around, trying to make it go in circles. “Spin it like a helicopter!” She giggles and I know I picked a crazy one. Out of her mind, nuthouse, bat-shit crazy!
“What the fuck are...” Something feels like it just popped and a pain shoots through my groin. “Ahh, fuck! You broke it! You broke my dick!”
“Oh, God! I’m sorry! I’ll make it feel better.” Before I can push her away, her mouth latches on. Fuck! I should have stayed home and whacked it myself to thoughts of the hot mechanic. Putting the palm of my hand against her forehead, I push; her teeth scrape against the skin of my now-flaccid cock. Jesus Christ!
Finally, when I am free of her piranha mouth, I carefully zip up my jeans. “Thanks for the effort and all, but this isn’t working.” Sidestepping her, I start hobbling to my car.
She yells after me, “You really are an asshole!”
“Never claimed not to be. Go learn to suck a dick and maybe we can try again,” I throw over my shoulder.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I call Zac. I pray he can hear his phone over the music as it rings. “Mav?” he answers, shouting with a questioning tone.
“I need you to drive me to the hospital.” I double over, breathing deeply through the pain.
“What? Why? You were just fine.”
“No fucking questions! Get your ass out here and drive me to the fucking hospital!” I yell into the phone.
“Alright, alright; I’m on my way out.”
I hang up, relieved I don’t have to walk back in there.
Zac comes running to the car and I toss him my keys. He hits the key fob and I slowly lower myself into the passenger seat. He jumps into the driver’s side, puts the key in the ignition, and we take off. Normally, I would be pissed at how he’s driving Skye, but right now I need help.
“What happened?” He glances at me out of the corner of his eye.
“She broke my dick, dude.” Grabbing myself to try and relieve some of the pain, I squeeze my eyes shut.
Zac busts out laughing. “How the fuck did she break your dick?”
“She started doing some weird shit, trying to spin it around, and it, I don’t know, popped.” I grimace just thinking about it.
He breathes deeply between laughs and wipes his eyes. “She was doing the helicopter with your dick.” He blows out air and starts laughing again. Glad he thinks this is so fucking funny.
Zac pulls up to the emergency room entrance, and I open the door and start waddling like a duck towards the glass doors. I hear his cackling until he closes my door and drives to find a parking spot.
“What can I help you with?” the receptionist asks.
“I need to see a doctor.” I gingerly lower myself into the seat in front of her desk.
“Okay; let me get some information from you.” Why do they do that? I’m in dire need of help and they want my information? Can’t they get that shit after I’ve had some pain medication?
The triage nurse comes through the emergency room door. “What’s going on?”
“My dick is broken.” I deadpan.
She freezes with the blood pressure cuff in her hand. I look over at the receptionist; her face has turned as red as a tomato and her cheeks are puffed out, full of air to keep from laughing. “Umm...that’s very unfortunate. How did that happen?” The nurse puts the cuff around my arm.
“This chick, she was umm, y’know, down on her knees. And she started trying to make it go in circles and it popped.” I hear the receptionist snicker.
“Your blood pressure is normal. Follow me.”
After going through the story once again for the doctor, he looked at my dick, had the nurse give me an icepack, and ordered an MRI. Now I have been waiting an hour for the results.
The curtain moves, and the doctor comes in. “Good news. You don’t need surgery. It looks like you have a sprain; it should heal in a week as long as you don’t use it and keep it elevated with a pillow. I will write a prescription for pain medication and an anti-inflammatory. I want you to do warm compressions occasionally on your penis for the next week. Most importantly, try to prevent getting an erection.”
Fuck me! This has got to be the most embarrassing moment of my life. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Do you have someone taking you home?”
“Yes.”
“Great. I’ll have the nurse come in to give you some pain medication and then you will be free to go. Take it easy, Mr. Taylor.” He smiles as he moves the curtain to walk out.
After I’m waiting another fifteen minutes, the nurse comes into the room. “I need you to sign your discharge papers. Here is a copy of everything the doctor went over with you, as well as your prescriptions. Get those filled first thing tomorrow.” After I sign my name, she has me bend over, my thighs resting against the bed, and gives me a shot in my ass. “That should take effect in just a few minutes and relieve your pain. You’re free to go.”
“Thanks.” I adjust my jeans so they’re where they need to be, then stand up. By the time I make it to the waiting room where Zac is waiting, the pain medication has kicked in. “Zac! My friend.” I give him a hug and slap him on the back.
“Let’s go.” He chuckles at me.
“Okay, ‘cause I gotta get home and put some pillows under m’dick.” My eyes start feeling heavy as I walk out of the hospital. Zac, being the good friend he is, helps me to the car and inside.
“Is it broke?” he questions as the car starts purring to life.
“I got a sprain in my willy.” I grimace; my head rolls side to side. His laughter sounds far away. “I was ready to partay. Thought I was gonna get some bootay. Then she sprained my cockay.” My eyes close and everything goes black.