“Not if we cut him out of the friendship circle.”
Kline smirks but simultaneously rolls his eyes. “Like that’s possible. Try to cut that fucker out, and he’ll end up shadowing you during your colonoscopy.”
“I’m not scheduled for a colonoscopy,” Wes refutes with a laugh.
Kline clucks. “Ah, but you will be. That’s how ridiculous his power is. You won’t even know how it happened until he’s snapping on latex gloves and suiting up.”
Harrison Hughes, a longtime employee of my father’s media company HawCom and friend of ours, laughs. He’s a little older than I am, but I’ve known him long enough that it doesn’t feel like there was a time when we weren’t friends. He also played rugby with Wes, Kline, and Thatch for a while, and he still throws his old, dilapidated ass into a game in the park every now and then. But, as the only single guy left other than Theo and me, I’m fairly certain he does it all just so he has a way to impress the ladies. “Wait. He’s the doctor now? What the fuck?”
Kline shrugs and chuckles. “Trust me. After this many years of friendship, I don’t put anything past that guy.”
Wes nods begrudgingly. “He’s surprisingly adept at making just about anything possible. That’s how Lexi ended up interning for fucking Hugo Clouse. She’s a teenager, and he’s basically the Wolf of fucking Wall Street, without the cocaine and hookers.”
I laugh. “Geez. Where’s the fun in that?”
They all ignore me.
“How’s she liking it?” Kline asks.
“All those numbers?” Wes questions with a laugh. “She loves it. Pretty sure she’s going to be managing my hedge fund by the time she’s twenty.” Kline smiles. “Win’s feeling the blues, though. Says her baby is growing up too fast.”
Milo smiles, even though I’m not sure he’s ever met Wes’s stepdaughter, and I don’t miss the pathetic fucking longing that goes with it. The bastard’s been a fucking goner since he got involved with his best friend Evan’s little sister. Now, he’s engaged to be married and apparently ready to add some mini-Milos into the mix.
Wait a minute…
“Oh God,” I groan at him, throwing my head back dramatically. “Don’t tell me Maybe is pregnant already.”
“Is she?” Trent asks, his inflection going noticeably upward at the end. Because, unlike me, he’s excited.
Love-sick fools. The whole lot of ’em.
“No,” Milo says with a little smile. “I’m just thinking about the day she will be.”
“Ugh,” I groan, miming sticking a finger down my throat. “First of all, you just got en-fucking-gaged, you bastard. And secondly, are we really talking about women and babies during poker night? And not, like, the good part of women, like how well their pretty mouths can wrap around our cocks. But how lovely they are?”
Trent laughs. “Yeah, Cap. If you stopped sleeping your way through the entire city, you might find out why.”
I scoff. “Fuck that. I’m not like you guys. I like a plethora of pussy, and I like it often. I’m not gonna tie myself to one chick for the sake of…what? Insanity?”
Trent shakes his head, while Milo smiles behind his drink, the fucker. They’re absolutely convinced I’ll be just like them one day, twiddling my dick while some high-class chick shops with my money.
But they don’t know me like they think they do. I like my life the way it is. Full of freedom and fucking and anything else I want to do.
My time is my own, and my body, a free agent.
I get to sample the best of the best, over and over if I want or just take a taste. I have my cake, and I eat it too, and fuck anyone who thinks just because it’s the way of the world, I need to change my ways.
In fact, after today, there’s a new pussy on the horizon, new fun to be had.
The pretty blonde with the hot body at the library who apparently likes to listen to audiobooks that are reminiscent of some of sixteen-year-old Cap’s favorite pornos.
Goddamn, she was something. A petite little bombshell whose choice in listening pleasure has me more than intrigued.
She didn’t give me her name, but it doesn’t matter. I am a man who thrives off a good challenge, and I already know my future romp with her will be a better time than any of these fuckers has ever had.
And hell, who doesn’t love a good naughty librarian fantasy?
Certainly not me.
That pretty little librarian doesn’t know it yet, but she’s the new chase.
My new mission.
And I won’t stop until I’ve tasted her and fucked these guys and their monogamy right out of my damn head.
Ruby
As I head to my last class of the day, I ignore the way fatigue threatens to settle into my muscles and bones. I don’t have time to be tired. Hell, I never have time to be tired. Between law school and narration work and all the other shit I manage to fill in my not-at-all free time, I’m barely keeping my head above water most days.