Free Calling the Play by Samantha Kane

in the world. “It’ll be fun. Come on.”
    “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Ty,” Brian hedged.
    “Why not?” Ty asked, frowning. His confusion seemed genuine.
    “Well, technically, I’m a coach,” Brian explained.
    “Technically, you’re a student intern,” Ty replied. “Not the same thing. And don’t think I didn’t notice that you didn’t say you don’t want to have sex.”
    “I’m a man. I always want to have sex.” Brian sighed. “But if I have sex with you and Janine I think it will affect our working relationship.”
    “That’s bullshit. I’ll still ask ‘How high?’ when you say jump. Now come on. Because I really want to fuck. With you.” He patted Janine’s ass. “And you.”
    “Good to know,” Janine said wryly. “I thought you’d forgotten about me.” She winked at Brian. “Technically, you’re nothing but a studly piece of meat to me, so there’s no barrier to our fucking like bunnies.”
    Brian snorted with laughter. “True. When you put it like that.”
    Janine reached out and grabbed his arm. “Gotcha. Let’s go, Ty, before he tries to run away.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” Ty said. Brian didn’t try very hard to get away as he let Janine tow him along.
    A few people laughed at their little train and made some rude comments, but overall it was treated as just another night at Ty’s. Brian tried not to think about that too hard. Ty stepped into a bedroom and Brian let Janine pull him in behind them without protesting. Ty kicked the door shut and tossed Janine down on the bed, where she landed with a delighted squeal. Luckily, she’d let go of Brian’s arm as she fell.
    Brian immediately had second and third thoughts. He was trying to get Ty to stop fucking everything that moved, and now here he was joining in. What the hell was he thinking?
    “Stop it,” Ty said to Brian cheerfully as he wrapped an arm around his shoulders and watched Janine shimmy out of her jeans and panties. She was hot. Long legs and full hips, with a perfect Brazilian on her pussy.
    “Stop what?” Brian asked.
    “Thinking so hard,” Ty said, squeezing his shoulder. “I know you. You always think too much.”
    “You don’t think enough,” Brian countered. “This is a bad idea in so many ways.”
    “Janine,” Ty said. “I think we’re going to have to convince him.”
    “Oh, hell, yes,” Janine said, crawling over to the edge of the bed in front of them. She reached for the buttons on Brian’s jeans and he grabbed her hands.
    “How drunk are you?” he asked, belatedly resurrecting his inner gentleman.
    Both Ty and Janine laughed. “Not drunk at all,” she said. “I’ve hardly had anything to drink tonight.” She sat back on her heels. “Let me be frank, Brian. I’m a senior. This is my last year to do this sort of stuff. You know, fuck the quarterback and his friends and generally be a happy-go-lucky slut sort of stuff. Once I have that diploma in hand, it’s off to a boring adult life where I’ll be expected to marry, produce progeny, and work in some mind-numbingly boring job and pretend I’m happy. So, indulge me, yeah? Fuck me senseless tonight with Ty and make me a happy woman.”
    “He’s only the third-string quarterback,” Brian pointed out.
    “I’m working my way through the lineup,” Janine joked with a straight face. “And, just for the record, this isn’t the first time I’ve been with two guys. This isn’t the first time I’ve been with two guys with Ty. Have I cleared your conscience? Because I really, really want to do this.” She scooted to the end of the bed on her knees and placed her palms and forearms along Brian’s chest, coyly looking at him from beneath her lashes. “Pretty please?” She slid one arm around his neck. “You know, for a kind of short Sir Galahad type, you are unbelievably hot.” She bit his earlobe.
    Brian looked helplessly over at Ty, who was standing beside the bed with his arms crossed, watching them with a