Free Hard Tackle: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Jessica Ashe

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    What would happen when he left me for someone else?

Chapter Ten
Barton
    I ’d left Kristi’s last night the second she’d suggested it. I’d been relieved. I couldn’t trust myself around her. Usually women threw themselves at me, but there I was throwing myself at her.
    I couldn’t keep my hands or eyes off her. She’d been hungry for my cock—I’d seen it in her eyes—but she still hadn’t accepted the inevitability of us fucking. It would happen—soon. I just had to bide my time and let her make the decision. I just wished she’d hurry the fuck up about it.
    Clyde popped by my place late afternoon and, as expected, he looked pretty damn pleased with himself.
    “You’re welcome,” I said, the second he’d stepped through the door.
    “Welcome for what?” Clyde asked.
    “Don’t be coy. You’ve got the look of someone who got laid last night, which means my plan worked perfectly.”
    “I didn’t get laid,” Clyde replied.
    “Really? Oh shit. I sent someone your way, but I guess you never met her.”
    “You mean Tasha? We met.”
    “But you didn’t screw her?”
    “No, of course not. We got talking at the party though. I’m seeing her again soon.”
    Such a romantic.
    “Man, I hate to break it to you, but Tasha’s not the type of girl you need to buy dinner first. You only need to buy a condom and you’re in. I was setting you up with a sure thing.”
    “And it worked. Like I said, we’re having dinner.”
    “But…. Fucking hell, Clyde. You could have got your dick wet last night.” He actually looked happy at the prospect of a date instead of sex. What was wrong with this guy? “We have very different approaches in how we act with women,” I concluded.
    “Yeah, no shit. I respect them. Anyway, maybe we’re not all that different. I couldn’t help but notice that you set me up with the sister of this girl you’ve been seeing a lot of lately.”
    I shrugged. “I’m working with her. Nothing special.”
    The words felt bitter on my tongue. What was the point of that lie? Clyde was the guy I told everything to. He knew about every woman I’d screwed whether he wanted to or not. Why couldn’t I tell him about Kristi?
    “Tasha said the two of you looked quite close. She wants you guys to fuck.”
    “She ain’t the only one,” I muttered.
    “Wow.”
    “Wow what?”
    “Have we found a girl that is capable of resisting the Barton Fenner charm? I thought they were a myth, like unicorns, or exciting games of soccer.”
    “She’ll give in eventually,” I said hopefully. She’d better, otherwise I was in trouble.
    “Why the effort? I mean, she’s a pretty girl, but usually you’d have moved onto another one by now.”
    Pretty? Kristi was much more than just pretty. She was captivating. When I was with her, I couldn’t bring myself to look at anyone else. When I wasn’t with her, all I did was think about her. I didn’t do that for a girl who was just pretty.
    “She’s a nice piece of ass,” I said eventually, echoing Doug’s awful description. “And I enjoy the challenge.”
    “If you say so. When are you seeing her next?”
    “Tonight,” I replied. “For work. we need to practice interviews so that I don’t make a complete ass of myself when speaking to journalists.”
    “How many times have I offered to help you with that?”
    “No offense, Clyde, but you’re a lawyer—or will be soon—and you talk like one. You’d have me pleading the fifth to each question. I’m all for not being an ass, but you’d just make me sound dull.”
    “Lawyers can be fun,” Clyde insisted. “Not everyone who works in an office is dull. Look at Tasha. You can’t accuse her of being boring.”
    “And yet you went and asked her out on a date, instead of just fucking her until she couldn’t walk.”
    “You and me definitely have a different approach to women.”
    “Yeah, I approach them, and stick my dick in their mouths. You approach them and offer to buy them