Free Playing for Kicks (Play Makers Book 5) by Kate Donovan Page A

had to appreciate her quirky humor.
    For the right guy, she would be so much
fun.
    So he smiled in apology when he said, “Melody
came to my house Friday night. Dressed as you. Impersonating you.
And yeah, I had sex with her. It was a huge mistake, but I swear I
didn’t know.”
    “That bitch.” Kerrie began to pace.
“She visited when Mom and Dad were here and pretended she wanted to
mend fences. So I told her how we were being celibate until I got
the surgery, and of course she immediately uses it against
me.”
    “That’s exactly how it happened,” he agreed.
“She said it straight out. That it was revenge for the way you
stole Coz from her. Not that you did,” he added quickly.
    Kerrie cocked her head to the side and
studied him. Finally she smiled. “You thought it was me? And you
couldn’t resist having sex with me? That’s so sweet, Sean.” She
moved toward him, her eyes smoldering. “Do it again.”
    “Wait.” He winced at his harsh tone but
continued. “I didn’t sleep with her right away. I actually broke up
with her first. Thinking it was you. I’m sorry, Kerrie, but that’s
what actually happened. The sex came later, but only because she
insisted on it. And I had promised we’d do it once we were done
talking. So I was stuck.”
    Her voice grew shaky. “You broke up with her?
And now you’re breaking up with me?”
    A lump in his throat almost prevented him
from responding. “Yeah. I’m sorry, honey. But you can’t be too
surprised. I’ve been trying for weeks. I mean, look at you,”
he added desperately. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the
entire world. And the best lay I ever had. It just didn’t work out
for us. But I’ll never regret the fun we had.”
    “Better than Melody?” she demanded.
    Startled, he said quickly, “Absolutely.”
    “In what way? I mean . . .” She smiled
hopefully. “We have identical va-jay-jays, so it must be my
technique, right?”
    His head was spinning. Melody had actually
given him great advice. And didn’t it prove Kerrie was
irrational? Because what woman would rather hear she was a great
lay than an amazing person?
    “It was the technique,” he bluffed finally.
“You’re the best, babe. You must know that.”
    She smiled in quiet satisfaction. “I guess we did know, didn’t we? Coz slept with her for a year, then
married me instead. And you . . .” She stepped up to him and
murmured, “If I’m really the best, then shouldn’t you give it one
last try?”
    “The best in bed,” he reminded her. “But
we’re incompatible. And . . .” He exhaled sharply. “I‘m not
happy, Kerrie. It’s as simple as that.”
    “Well . . .” Her eyes grew dim. “You
make me happy. You’re all I want. I want to give my virginity to you. What more can you ask?”
    “I’m sorry, honey.”
    She nodded, her eyes swimming with tears
again. “I’ll just stay with Coz then. And I’ll always treasure
these months with you.”
    “Stay with Coz? He treats you like shit.” Grabbing her shoulders, he argued, “You say you’re
horny. But the guy never touches you. What about that?”
    She sniffed, suddenly proud. “Why do you care?”
    “I’ll always care. Just in a different way.
Don’t stay with him, Kerrie. Talk to Rachel. She’ll help you figure
this out.”
    “Will you do one thing for me, Sean? One tiny
little thing?”
    “Sure, anything. I mean,” he added hastily,
“anything but sex.”
    “Why?” Her eyes were damp again. “Please,
Sean? One last time? You said I was the best. And you’re the best I’ll ever have. Don’t we owe this to each other? And who
knows?” she asked seductively. “Maybe I can change your mind.”
    And that, he told himself grimly, is why there’s no such thing as breakup sex.
    Edging toward the door, he murmured, “I’ve
gotta go. So just call Rachel. She loves you like a sister. A real sister. She’ll help you through this.”
    Her eyes grew cold. “I hate you,