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"Aunt Bird!" Carina shouts in the background.
Jake's voice is lowered when he responds, though.
"I don't know, Johnny--is itbecause Birdie's coming over?"
I swallow hard enough that I'm sure he can hear it, and the sound on the other line jostles a bit. Jake is moving to another room.
To threaten me, maybe?
Probably?
"Look, Johnny," he says, "if you want to ask my sister out, you have my blessing...but you damn well better treat her right."
Jesus. What the hell am I supposed to say to that?
I haven't just asked his sister out...I've fucked her senseless.
I've pictured her pregnant with my baby more times than I can count.
I plan on fucking her rawagainon the drive up to Fern Hollow, if she lets me.
"That's totally up to her," I tell him. "If you want to ask anyone, it's gotta be Birdie."
"So that's a yes...?" Jake asks.
"Jesus, dude, yes," I mutter. "Hard yes. But don't tell her I said anything, okay?"
"I don't share other people's secrets," Jake says. "But I was serious; you've gotta treat her right. Birdie plays tough, but she's a sweet lady with manners. You be nice to her."
"I will," I promise. "Now I've just got to call her to ask her if she wants to carpool."
"Sounds good, Johnny," Jake says. "I'll see you tonight."
"See you tonight."
I hang up the phone and dial Birdie right away, the phone ringing a couple times before she picks up. Her voice is low, a jumble of other voices in the background.
"What's up?" she asks under her breath. "I'm in the newsroom."
Well...I can't miss an opportunity like that.
"Just thinking about last night," I snicker, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall as I tuck my phone between my ear and my shoulder. "When I gave you the inside scoop."
I can hear her moving to another room, and then a door thuds shut. The voices are faded now, and it gives me this strange feeling of intimacy.
I'm tempted to take my cock out and start stroking it.
Talk her through a round of phone sex.
I haveneverbeen so horny.
"I really enjoyed that," she says in a breathy voice. "Thanks for the information."
"Anytime," I say. "Got your story in on time?"
"Barely," she laughs. "My editor's gonna have my ass on a platter if you keep me all to yourself another morning after a game."
"He'll just have to wait," I murmur. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm fucking you 'til morning after every game...and probably a little after that, too."
