Bad Boy Prospect (Alpha Bad Boy Book 2)

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Author: Sloane Howell
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blow his knees out tomorrow and be a Walmart greeter the rest of his life.
    "Ahh, it'll be alright. Just need to rub some dirt on it."
    "Where did you come from, man? You are like a different breed. I've never seen anyone play the way you do." His brow wrinkles with his smile. "Just fuckin' raw , bro."
    "My dad taught me. It's how he played I guess. And when you're a closer, you have to bring the pain. Know what I mean?"
    We clink the neck of our beer bottles together.
    "Indeed."
    I'm waiting for it. He's buttering me up. It means he's about to give me some pointers, or point out the error of my ways. He could be a goddamn diplomat at the UN he's such a likable dude. But he's not fooling me.
    "Just get it out of your system, man. It's okay. Really."
    "I ain't even know what you're talkin' about, Gavin."
    My lips push together in a thin line, and I sit there, staring.
    "Fine, man. Look...you can't be doing this shit."
    "Heard from Coach. Next." My head is on a swivel. I might as well be honing in on some pussy while I hear a slightly different version of Coach's advice.
    "Motherfucker, I ain't Coach. You gotta take it easy though. That's all I'm sayin'."
    "You done?"
    He nods and grins. "Yeah, bitch. I'm done. Be right back, I gotta get us something."
    "Okay."
    I hear some giggling and I turn around. Right in front of me are the two asses I was admiring earlier in the evening. 'Gavin' on one ass, and sure as shit there it is, 'Markoff' on the other. There is just something sexy about a woman wearing my name.
    They are practically squealing, so I hope Jackson was going to retrieve shots. Otherwise these two will get annoying fast.
    "Didn't know if you girls would show up here. Are you old enough to be in this place?"
    They spin around to face me after they're done showing me how to spell my name. One is blonde with blue eyes, petite. She has a firm ass and medium-sized tits. The other is a bit taller. She has brunette hair and green eyes with a pair of tits that have the head of my dick going to war with my zipper. I adjust my cock and smile as Jackson shows back up with a couple of shot glasses.
    I can see the defeat in his face already. He's lost me. I'm enamored with the pussy. It happens. He hands me a shot glass and we raise them up before I put the whiskey to my lips and toss it back, my head tilting up to the ceiling. It burns so fucking good on the way down.
    "So I'll see you at practice Monday?" he asks.
    "What the fuck? You leaving?"
    He stares at me, then to the girls, then back at me. "Unless you're feeling generous."
    "Well, I mean I would and all, but—" I grip each one of the girls by the hip and spin them around, my palm up as I move it next to their asses like one of the models on The Price is Right. "—I do not seem to see 'Jackson' anywhere."
    It seems like a dickish move, but he knows I'd gladly give him a shot at one of them if he wanted. It's not really the kind of guy he is, despite his jokes.
    "It's cool. I'll holler at you tomorrow. Y'all kids have fun now."
    "Oh, we will, sir."
    I watch him leave and remember I have forgotten my manners. "What's your names?"
    "Tiffany," says the brunette.
    "Amber," says the other.
    If there is one thing I know with perfect clarity right now, it's that I will not be remembering that tomorrow. I look around and it's kind of dead in the bar for a Saturday night. When I turn around I notice that Titties (that's how I'll remember Tiffany) has taken a shine to the bulge in my pants, and licks her lips before biting on the lower one. She's a wildcard. She looks like she can fuck, but we'll just have to find out.
    Nice Ass (Amber) has gorgeous blue eyes, and is staring at my face. I want to say that she's gorgeous, but I can't make an accurate assessment because I'm picturing my cock fucking her mouth while she stares at me with those eyes, smearing her sparkly lip gloss up and down my shaft. It's definitely time to get the fuck out of here and get balls deep into these

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