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"Yeah, same one."
"Alright. I'll be there within an hour. Wait for me if you finish up."
"Okay."
I disconnect the call, Kambry smiling at me. "Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah. You can make it up to me in the shower before I go. We're still in practice mode. By the time we're ready for kids we should be professional baby makers," I say, my finger grazing her cleavage at the neckline of her tank top.
She backs up, running inside the house. I stand, leaving my mug behind, chasing after her. Might as well submerge my dick now. After this conversation, I may not be able to get it up for a while. No guy ever wants to discuss his sister's sex life with another man.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bryant
Ipush the blonde covered in makeup into the men's locker room, pulling her too tight tank up her body. She isn't even sweating, but she's been flirting with me since I walked in the door. It doesn't take a smart person to know the trainers employed by the gym all wear logo tee shirts. I'm not one of them. Her ditziness is obvious, and fake. It's not attractive, yet so many girls think it is. Guys only pretend to fall for it to end up nut deep inside of her for a while. Her face passes the test. My dick is hard. Her body is doable. She's small, but I like a little more curve in all the right areas. All I need is an ass to grip onto. The rest I can work with.
Girls that wear makeup and perfume to the gym are only looking for one thing, and she's going to get it. I haven't so much as touched another woman in weeks. Haven't even thought about one. I've scanned through my phone contacts countless times, never stopping on any but one; one I can't do shit about.
My head has been fucked up with images of a brunette I need to erase for way longer than welcome. I've barely had any sleep, only eaten enough to keep my body from starving, and I've jerked off to memories in my head too many times to be healthy. There is only one way to fix this shit. Fuck someone else. I can't deal with this shit anymore: wondering what she's doing or who, where she is, if she's thinking the same things about me. I've had enough.
And this one is going to stand still and let me fuck the other one out of my head, out of my system, and out of my life. I turn her around at the counter, pushing her upper half over the top. "Wait, don't you want to play a little? I can suck you off."
"No," I reply, pushing her shorts down to her thighs before fishing a condom out of the pocket of my shorts I grabbed from my wallet on our way in. Sticking the packet between my teeth, I prepare to rip it open. I blow out the top of the wrapper. "I want you to be a good little pussy and stand there while I stretch you out some more."
"Wow, you're kind of an asshole," she says, her hand gripping over the leather band, trying to pull my hand toward her cunt. "At least get me off, baby."
I snatch it away from her. "Don't fucking touch my wrist." I grip her neck, squeezing hard enough to restrict her air but not cut it off. "I didn't come here looking for a wife, or a girlfriend. You started this. You can finish it. You want my dick in your pussy or not?"
"Yes," she says, allowing me to roughly push her chest down on top of the counter. I pull the condom out of the wrapper, holding it in one hand as the other pushes down into my shorts, gripping my dick.
A fist grips the back collar of my shirt, pulling me back so hard I lose my balance, dropping the condom on the floor. The second I catch myself, a fist comes swinging into my face, the sounds of bone hitting against bone filtering through the quiet room. Immediately blood starts running from my nose, my hand moving to catch it as I'm shoved back first into the lockers, a forearm pressed hard against my neck. I cough, a fucking angry Saxton in my face seething. "Jesus Christ, Saxton. What the fuck was that?"
"You can't wait to stick that thing in someone else, can you? First one, then the other, and now you're already moving on to someone else?"
I push back, but he slams me against it harder, the air rushing from my lungs. "I thought we were past your sister," I grit out. "You knew what it was."
He punches me again, my jaw taking the blow. "Yeah, well, that was before you knocked her up, motherfucker."
I blink, trying to absorb what he said but nothing sticking. "What?"
"I come in here to tell you in decency, man to man, because Kambry can't stand the thought of you not knowing you titled yourself a father and I find you with the next slut pussy-hungry for some cock."
"She was on birth control! What do you want from me? She's there and I'm here. Do you expect me to take an oath of celibacy just because I fucked your sister and it didn't work out? You knew this was coming." I push back, being slammed yet again. For such a lean fucker he's strong. "And you're one to talk about spreading your dick around,porn star."
Saxton looks at the girl, standing wide eyed with her hands on her waistband as if she just now got her shorts back up. "You. Out!" he roars.
She hightails it out of the locker room. He releases me, the anger still evident on his face, both of us breathing hard. My head falls back against the metal, my face in pain, wiping my hand underneath my nose and smearing the blood on my shirt. "Fuck. That's the last time you get a hit on me without me beating your ass. If you weren't such a fucking pussy in college I would've already done it."
"Every guy knows birth control doesn't always work. Aside from my sister, because I'm about one hundred percent sure she didn't plot this, you never trust a woman you're 'just fucking.' That's why you wrap it up, dumbass, like you were just about to do. I'm giving you one shot to fix your fuck up. One. I won't have a bastard niece or nephew because of a shitty sperm donor. You choose to be a piece of shit, I'll slit your throat and then it'll have a reason to be a bastard kid."
"How do you even know it's mine? I haven't heard from her since I left."
He hits me again with a right hook. I spit. "Goddammit, Saxton, stop."
"Don't forget who you're talking to, motherfucker. You may be my friend, but she's still my sister. You call her a whore again I'll fuck up more than your face. You forget I saw you mounting her with no rubber."
"I never meant . . . Fuck!" I rub my face, trying to even process this shit in my head. "If I knocked her up, then why hasn't she told me?"
