Fastball (Wilde Players Dirty Romance) by A.M. Hargrove, Terri E. Laine

life. Then Fletcher texts, along with Cassidy. What the hell is going on?
    Fletcher: Dude. Tired of women your own age?
    Cassidy: What the hell, R?
    The next one comes from Gina. I’m surprised to hear from her. She couldn’t take time out of her busy life to thank me for all the goddamn gifts I sent her, yet as soon as I go to a fundraiser, which is clearly seen everywhere, she’s happy to get in touch then.
    I see you’ve found a woman who is more up to your speed. Wishing you all the happiness in the world. Gina
    A red haze floats over my eyes, and I excuse myself from Regina’s presence. I have an urgent need to punch the shit out of something. Only I can’t because there is nothing around to destroy, and I won’t risk injuring myself. So I suck it up and try to gain control of my temper. Of all the shitty things to do. I’m at a fucking fundraiser for kids for fuck’s sake, and she can’t see past her little petty jealousies. I never pegged Gina as mean-spirited, but this takes it to an all-time low.
    There’s one way to retaliate. Using my phone, I snap several photos of what the charity is and some of the kids who are present. Then I send her the photos and a text back.
    Indeed I have. It’s someone who gives a damn about children without homes and who raises money for them. I offered to help, and this is who I’m spending my evening with. And btw, she thanked me for what I’ve done, unlike someone I know. Ryder
    I hit send before I change my mind. However, it does nothing to ease my anger. Regina recognizes something is wrong, but I brush it aside and get through the event. As soon as it’s over, we leave. She thanks me profusely and wants to know if she can count on me for another event for Kids Without Homes.
    “I’m all in. Whatever you need.”
    When we get to my place, I just about hop out of the car before it stops. There’s something I’m going to do, and I don’t give a damn how late it is. I don’t even bother going inside. My car is parked in the garage provided for condo owners, so that’s where I head. I hit the road. Destination: Gina’s apartment.
    The Dirty Hammer is still open when I pull into town. It makes me wonder if she’s working. If she is, I’ll have to wait. But I go around back and take the stairs up. After I pound on the door, I wait.
    “Sam, I told you I wanted the night off,” she says, opening the door.
    I push my way in, saying, “Sorry, it’s not Sam. And we need to set some things straight. One, you don’t have the right to jump to those kinds of conclusions about me. Two, why are you so mean-spirited? And three,” I pull her against me, “I’m here to accept your thanks for the gifts I sent that you so rudely never gave me.” And my mouth crashes onto hers as I grasp a handful of her disarrayed hair and twist it around my fingers. I back her into the closest wall, hips holding her prisoner, and say, “Tell me to stop.”
    Her chest heaves as she locks gazes with mine. “No. Because I don’t want you to.”
    “I won’t leave, and there’ll be no choking ever again.”
    “O-okay.”
    “I’m game for all kinds of shit, Gina, but not that.”
    She nods.
    “On your knees. I want my dick in your mouth. Because it’s all I thought of the whole way here.”
    Gina falls to her knees and rips my pants open. I’m hard as stone, and my cock springs out as her mouth latches on. Her lips wrap around me, and she slides up and down while grasping the base of me as she squeezes. Fuck, she gives great head.
    “Suck. Hard.”
    She takes direction well, too. Her hand cups my balls, and her fingers tighten around them in a soft rhythm. Then her mouth takes them in and I want her to stop, but I don’t.
    “Enough. I want to see your pussy. On your dining room table. And take your clothes off.”
    She shimmies out of her cami and yoga pants, then walks backwards to her table and sits on it.
    “Legs up, feet flat on the table. Spread yourself wide for me so I