Free Then Summer Came by C. R. Jennings

show him … he's Beck .  I tried not to roll my eyes, but it proved impossible. 
    The busty brunette sauntered over, pool stick in hand, and bent over the table, flinging her long hair over her shoulder and into Beck's face.  She adjusted her feet so that her daisy-duke “ covered ”—if that’s what you want to call it—ass wobbled back and forth. 
    Seriously, right now ?  I scoffed but no one seemed to notice.  I don't know why I was so bothered by her.  I just wanted to walk over and snap her spaghetti strap and tell her that she can look sexy without looking like a skeez.  I do it every day ! 
    Beck moved into her, pressing his crotch into her ass and leaned over her back, his hands settling on her hips.  He looked over her shoulder, down her arm as she slid the stick in and out of her fingers, biting her lip.  His index fingers slid just under the waistband of her frayed shorts.
    “See,” she said in the dumbest voice I’d ever heard. 
    "Oh, is that what I did wrong?" Beck asked.  His voice was low and rough. 
    She nodded, smiling. 
    “Oh, okay.”  He smiled his face nudged in under her ear, and I saw him take a deep breath like he was taking in her scent. 
    I almost gaged.  What did he smell on her, the smell of a thousand tanning beds, stale cigarettes, and the back seat of an unimaginable number of cars?
    She turned around to face him.  I scoped the room uncomfortably as she pawed at him, and I finally just stepped in and shot the remaining three balls into a pocket— they weren’t going to !  I had to shoot the last one aimed at her ass, considering she'd shimmied onto the edge of the damn table. 
    She had her stick between her knees, and she was provocatively stroking it.  Beck had his hands on her thighs and was leaning into her whispers.  He giggled sheepishly, which I knew was phony, and the girl slipped her hand into the front of his pants, just like that.  I felt my mouth drop open a little.  Was she really going to do that in public? 
    Beck grinned over at me and mouthed, "I'll see you later," with a wink and a nod at the random.
    I shook my head with a heavy sigh, and I rolled my eyes so far back into my head they hurt. 
    He tugged the random out into the lobby, and I fed a dollar into the dance game in the corner.  Guess I’d be finding something else to do for the night. 
     
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    "Morning, tiger," I said as Beck padded into the kitchen, disheveled and... sexy .  Ugh, I wished Derek was there. 
    He rubbed at his face, laughing into his hands.  "Morning." 
    I observed him as he pulled a glass from the cabinet and loaded it with a nasty-looking, green protein shake he’d just blended together.  "Sorry about that," he said as he sipped the thick, repulsive gunk. 
    "What's that?" I asked coyly. 
    "Last night.  Sorry I just left.  Sometimes I forget how to think with anything other than my dick." 
    I smiled into my juice glass but didn't say anything else about it.  I knew full well that he only thought with the organs between his legs.  No one thinking with their brain would bring home the trashy randoms he did.
    I pulled out the bread and peanut butter and grabbed a butter knife.  I was spreading some peanut butter onto a bread slice when I noticed him watching me.  I looked up from my sandwich.  “Want one?”
    “Hu?”
    “A sandwich, do you want one?”
    He scrutinized me.  “You’re gonna make me a sandwich?” 
    I raised a brow at him.  “Only if you want one…”  It sounded like a question.
    He looked at me as if I had some hidden agenda.  It was just a sandwich . What the hell ?  He ate sandwiches all the time. 
    “Sure,” he finally said, “I’ll take a sandwich.”
    I grabbed two more slices of bread and then handed him his sandwich, making sure to give him a strange look so he knew he was acting wacked out over a damn peanut butter sandwich. 
    He took a bite, glanced over at me again, and then continued to eat the