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“Yes!” she squeals, jumping up and down. “Hole in one! Again!”
“You’re a pro at this,” Torment says, laughing.
“That was pure luck, but I’ll take it,” Paisley says smugly.
Unfortunately, Torment and I need three shots each, which puts Paisley well in the lead. But it’s fine. We continue making our way around the course until the game’s over, and sure enough, after the scores are tallied, Paisley’s won by a huge margin.
“You were hustling us,” Torment pretend complains.
Paisley shakes her head. “Not even a little. I swear it was luck, but then again, maybe mini golf will be my sport.”
I grin.
“I’m sure there’s a league out there somewhere. You’d be their MVP.”
The pretty brunette rolls her eyes.
“Maybe, but I’d rather only play for fun. It’s too much pressure to play for money or reputation.” I’m about to reply but then her stomach grumbles and she covers it with her arms with an embarrassed look.
“Sorry, I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten since breakfast!”
Torment grins.
“No worries, sweetheart. Let’s go to the snack bar because they have hamburgers, hot dogs, and all sorts of good stuff.”
With that, we make our way over to the outdoor shack with a merry red and white awning over it. We order burgers, fries, and milkshakes and then sit outside to enjoy the food.
“So what is it like being a professional athlete?” Paisley asks while taking a sip of her milkshake. “Wow, this strawberry milkshake is really good.”
I nod.
“It can be exhausting sometimes, but not for the reasons you think. We’ve been all over because matches can be held anywhere. So not just the U.S., but also New Zealand, India, and even Dubai. They love mixed martial arts in the Emirates.”
Paisley’s eyes go wide.
“I’ve always wanted to travel!” she exclaims before her face falls. “But I’ve never been able to afford it, unfortunately. Right now, CelebLife only pays for economy plane tickets within the U.S., so I’ve been to places like Dubuque and Peoria, but never Dubai. Hopefully, that’ll change some day.”
My brother and I grin.
“Next time we go somewhere exotic for a fight, we’ll take you with us,” Torment promises.
“It’d be great to have a female companion,” I add with a smirk. Paisley merely smiles sweetly.
“It would be, wouldn’t it?” she asks. “I could even help you guys schlep your luggage.”
“Sweetheart, we’d want you to schlep something else, and not our luggage,” my brother teases. Paisley grins, and for the rest of the meal, our conversation is light and easygoing. In fact, after the gorgeous girl wins another round, we demand kisses as payment.
“Wait, but if I won, then I should be the one making the demands, right?” she asks. “You guys have it backwards!”
Torment and I merely pull her close once we step into the privacy of our townhouse.
“Oh, I think you’re going to like what we do to you,” my brother growls.
“In fact, it’s going to be more than just a kiss,” I rasp hungrily. “I think you deserve some punishment for being such a ringer at miniature golf.”
With that, we descend on the curvy woman, and soon she’s mewling and gasping in our arms as we take her deep once more. But Paisley loves every second of being with us, and by the time we’re done, it’s morning once again. After all, time flies when you’re enjoying yourself, and when it comes to adoring this woman, even eternity isn’t going to be enough.
7
Paisley
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I’ve gotten used to the twins’ crazy schedule, but I still miss them all the time. After all, it’s been three months since we started dating, and they’ve been traveling all over. The first few weeks they had a couple local fights in the Tri-State Area, but then there were events in Vegas, Houston, Los Angeles, Miami, and even a few cities in Canada and Mexico.
At least Torment and Talon haven’t had to travel too far though, so we’re only a few hours apart time-zone wise. It’s important because we do a lot of Facetiming and our calls can get naughty. More than a few times, I’ve touched myself on screen, and the brothers love it. They come like volcanoes while watching me, and the three of us can log off satisfied, even if it’s no substitute for the real thing.
After one such session, I hop into the shower and then appear in the kitchen for a much-needed snack. Diana saunters in and sees me chowing down on a sandwich I’ve slapped together.
“Well, there’s my head over heels friend,” she grins. “Are the Creightons on the road again?”
I laugh. “Yeah, sorry I’ve been MIA. I guess I try to spend as much time with them as I can when they’re in town.”
Diana shrugs and smiles. “No worries, I get it. It’s been kind of nice living alone but still only paying half the rent. It’s a good deal for me, that’s for sure!”
