Winning Streak

by Alice Ward

  “I’m Heather,” she introduced herself like it mattered. I wasn’t planning on remembering her name in the morning.

  “So, Heather,” I said coolly. “What exactly can I do for you?”

  “You can start by buying me a drink,” she said. Cocky, I like it.

  The little blonde that had been flirting with me earlier came up and took the drink order. Her eyes were angry, and she made it obvious that the brunette was stomping on territory she had previously claimed.

  Heather turned out to be a wild cat, sliding her hand to my crotch and rubbing against my denim. It wasn’t enough to give her any satisfaction.

  No woody for you, Heather. Sorry, you came into the game too late, I guess.

  She wasn’t planning on giving up, that was obvious as she slid my hand up her skirt. The feel of a warm pussy against my fingers did create a twitch, but it wasn’t a home run. “Do you not think I’m sexy?” she asked after about four drinks and a dozen attempts to get my dick hard.

  “Absolutely, I guess I’m just bored with one night stands,” I admitted.

  She looked hurt for a second, then offended. Oh well.

  “Have you ever been with two women?” she asked me quietly as she leaned into my ear. My cock twitched with interest.

  “That, Heather, is something I’ve yet to try,” I admitted, and couldn’t keep the grin off my face.

  She kissed me softly on the cheek and whispered, “I’ll be back soon.” Five minutes ago, I wouldn’t have cared if she came back at all, but now I was really hoping she would.

  The little blonde was standing at the table again, this time happier since my guest was MIA. “How are you doing up here all alone?” she asked and then scooted into the booth next to me.

  “I’m actually doing quite well, thank you. How about yourself?” I was indeed feeling a little better, a little excited about the distraction of a possible threesome.

  Her hand moved to my leg, and she leaned in close enough I could smell the grease from the kitchen fryers on her skin. “If you want some company, I get off in thirty minutes.”

  Right about then, Heather came back to the table with a tall, sexy blonde with tiny tits and a wide smile. “You ready to get out of here?”

  I held up a finger and picked up my phone, speed dialing Whitney. No answer. Which was my answer.

  I didn’t even respond to the little blonde who was flirting with me. I just pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and dropped it in front of her. “Have a good night,” I said and left with the two women who planned to pop my threesome cherry. Ace would be so proud.

  My Porsche proved to be a tight squeeze for the two long-legged vixens in the passenger seat, but we managed. Keeping my eyes on the road and off of their playful fingers and lips was proving to be the toughest problem of the night.

  When I finally pulled into my drive, the girls began giggling and becoming extremely playful. I walked around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door as they worked on untangling to get out. Have mercy!

  They didn’t wait for me to walk them to the door, they were already there and waiting to be let in like stray cats. Once inside things didn’t change much, they both wandered around my house making comments about how nice it was. I pulled a beer from the fridge and leaned against the kitchen counter while they checked out the pool, the hot tub, and took a trip up the stairs to the roof. I wasn’t in the mood to chase them; I was actually getting tired. I sucked down the last of my beer as they came back inside.

  “Where’s your bedroom?” Heather asked. I motioned to the stairs.

  Giggling and high-pitched chatter was all I could hear as they rushed up the grand staircase. I took my time, figuring they needed time to settle down before I joined the fun anyway. I was right to wait. When I walked into my room, they were already fully undressed and tangled together on my bed. I stripped down, watched them nibble on each other’s soft skin and then found a place on the bed where I had a great view. I wasn’t planning on doing much, and it didn’t look like I was going to be expected to.

  The blonde — we were never formally introduced — wrapped her mouth around my cock, her tongue teasing me to the rock hard status they were expecting. I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a condom. Heather was busy giving the blonde a tongue bath between her legs, and I was ready for more action than the blonde’s tongue was offering to my now hard and ready cock.

  There was something so surreal about having two women in my bed at once. A wet dream I’d never thought would ever become reality. Why wasn’t I thrilled?

  I realized I was just going through the motions as I pounded into Heather, making her moan as she pleasured the other woman. I came quick, but they didn’t seem to mind. They continued playing with one another until I was ready to join back in. I grabbed another condom, and this time wanted the blonde, but Heather was still yearning for another round herself.

  We came to a compromise, stacking them like pancakes on the bed, one pussy on top of the other. It was a beautiful picture, but now I felt like I was just finishing a job. I dipped into Heather, then into the blonde, giving them equal time with my little slugger. It actually helped me to last a bit longer, and both girls came before I finished off in the blonde.

  When it was over, I was just tired, feeling like Christmas had ended. The anticipation of having a threesome was better than the reality, and I just wanted to sleep.

  While the girls were still playing, I closed my eyes and a little later felt them snuggle up to me, one on each side. Their bodies were warm, and their soft whispers and giggles were like white noise that helped lull me to sleep.

  I woke up in a panic, my heart pounding and my body dripping with sweat. I remembered dreaming, a nightmare really, that I had crashed my car. It wasn’t the car or myself that had gotten me all worked up, but the fact that Whitney was trapped inside. I calmed as I realized it was just a dream, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt for leaving Whitney in the trapped car, or for putting her in it in the first place.

  The girls were still sleeping when I slipped out from between them. My life was spiraling out of control and I knew I needed to settle down. This wasn’t me. I didn’t even recognize the man in the mirror anymore.

  It’s crazy how all the things I thought would make me happy meant less than nothing to me now. I pulled my phone from my jeans that were bundled on the floor and walked downstairs. My heart beat hard in my chest as I dialed Whitney’s number and slipped out the back door to sit by the pool. It rang, and I listened as I always did until the very last one and the voicemail message that said it was full would play.

  “Hello?”

  Oh my God, it was Whitney, and I froze with fear. What had I planned to say?

  “Calvin, are you there?’ she asked. She sounded like an angel.

  “I’m here,” I said, clearing my throat. “I just didn’t think you’d answer.”

  “What do you want?” she asked, her voice turning cold.

  “I miss you,” I admitted, the emotion burning the back of my throat.

  Tears fell down my face, hot and furious, as she admitted, “I miss you too. I listened to her talk, telling me how Rhett had kept her posted on my well-being and that she had been worried about me. My blood boiled a bit when she mentioned Rhett’s name, but she quickly explained that she had been working for him. I wasn’t sure I believed that was all she had done, but who was I to judge her at this point?

  “Please come home,” I pleaded.

  She sighed loudly. “Calvin, that was never my home.”

  My throat grew thick and more tears fell from my eyes. She was right, it hadn’t been her home, and that was my fault. “I’m sorry,” I said softly and then pulled myself together long enough to let her know that I realized how wrong I had been.

  “Holly has been warning me that you’ve turned into a real party animal,” she said, and I dropped my face in my hand.

  “I haven’t even seen Holly.”

 
My thoughts drifted to Ace, the only one who had spoken to Holly. Was he feeding her bullshit to tell Whitney, or was she just trying to keep us apart on her own?

  “I’ve seen the tabloids,” she hissed.

  My heart sank. The picture of Caroline and me. Yes, she had seen it. I wasn’t sure if she would ever forgive me for that one, mainly because I didn’t know how I could make her believe I wasn’t already fucking her when I was quick to throw other woman in my bed once she left.

  Of course, how many men had Whitney fucked after she went away? I’d seen her tabloids too.

  I shook my head, refusing to let my mind go in that direction. I was willing to take responsibility for everything — everything — if I could just get Whitney to come back.

  I decided to be honest and just tell her all that had been going on, details excluded of course. My voice broke several times while I told her how miserable I had been; how much I missed her.

  “I never wanted to lose you,” I murmured, “things were just so new and got so out of control so fast.”

  I waited for her response. I needed to hear that I hadn’t lost her, not totally.

  “Calvin, if I came back there, things would have to change dramatically,” she said.

  Hope filled my heart, and for the first time in weeks, I felt alive. She continued to give me instructions on what I needed to do in order for her to give this any real consideration.

  No more partying — check.

  No more wild women — check.

  No more Caroline — fucking check!

  “I’ll do anything you want,” I promised.

  “I don’t know, Calvin. I’m not saying I’m coming back, only that I’ll give it some thought,” she explained. “It really depends on you now.”

  “I love you,” I whispered into the phone, but she’d already hung up. I knew she still loved me; she didn’t have to say it. She might actually give me a chance, and I would do everything in my power to make her not regret it.

  I stood up, took a deep breath and then stepped inside. My front door opened. Shit, I hadn’t locked it! I hadn’t bothered to get dressed, so my cock was dangling exhausted between my legs, and there was nothing to grab to cover it from whoever was inviting themselves into my home unannounced.

  I covered my junk with my hands and waited to see who was behind the door. Caroline looked as shocked as I did when our eyes locked.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I called out.

  She blinked rapidly, then her face turned angry. “I was worried about you, I called three times.”

  Yeah, I saw the missed calls.

  “Well, you didn’t answer me when I needed you last week,” I snapped.

  She gave me a pouty face, her bottom lip jutting out. “I’m sorry, baby,” she whispered as she pulled me into her arms. I didn’t want her touching me. I wanted her to leave. The only thing on my mind at the moment was Whitney, and getting rid of Caroline was on my immediate to-do list.

  “You need to go,” I growled and pulled away from her embrace.

  “Calvin, why are you naked?” she asked curiously. Her eyes lingered on my cock as if she was willing it to confess its indiscretions. “Are you not alone?”

  “Why the hell do you care?”

  Her eyes narrowed, and she turned to stomp up the stairs. I rubbed my hands over my face and followed, not giving a shit anymore. I owed her nothing, and we’d been nothing but fuck buddies after all.

  When I got into the room, Caroline was standing at the foot of the bed, her hands on her hips.

  “Leave!” I shouted, my tone deadly serious.

  The noise woke the girls, and they stirred against one another. Still pretty damn sexy, even now.

  To my amazement, Caroline simply turned and looked directly into my eyes. She smiled. Smiled. But it was a look so evil it gave me chills. In the next instant, she started crying and screaming, “Calvin, how could you do this to me? Didn’t I mean anything to you?”

  Then she lifted her phone, and I knew.

  The camera was on, and it was pointing straight at my dick.

  She continued to cry and turned the camera on the girls, then back at me. I lunged, trying to get it, but she scampered around the bed, screaming for help. I froze.

  This was bad.

  Not just in an I’m-a-grower-not-a-shower or the-world-is-going-to-judge-my-deflated-Johnson way either. She was setting me up, and if I touched her right now, I’d go to jail. And even worse than that, she would sell this video to the tabloids, or at least show it to Whitney.

  That smile she gave me was evil. And now I knew why.

  Heather was the first to fully realize what was happening and pulled the sheets over her body. The blonde just laid there, her legs open while Caroline videoed with glee.

  I lunged again, determined to get the phone, then froze. She’d pulled a damn gun from her bag. The girls screamed, and I backed up a step while I looked down the barrel.

  “Don’t,” I said, but she just laughed and began backing away from the room, the camera and gun still pointed at me.

  Once she was at the door, she smirked, the lips I’d once thought so beautiful now vile.

  “I hate you, Calvin,” she cried for the camera’s sake, then gave me a little wink. Then she was gone, her shoes clicking down the steps, the front door slamming behind her.

  I was so fucked.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Calvin

  I walked into the locker room feeling like a man broken into many pieces. One part of me was elated that Whitney even talked to me while another feared for the worst. Caroline had a bomb in her hands, and I didn’t know if or when she would drop it. Or how big the explosion would be.

  Coach Griffin was writing something on his clipboard when I approached. He looked up; his eyes were cold and tired. It was obvious he’d had a rough run this season, and I knew I was partly to blame.

  “What do you need, Malone?” he groaned.

  “I want to apologize to you, sir.” I stood tall and straight and looked him directly in the eye. “I know I’ve been a real ass, a real problem for this team more than an asset.” I cleared my throat, swallowing down the emotion that wanted to choke me. “I will no longer treat you, this team, or myself with such disrespect.”

  His eyes widened, and his lips curled into a smile. He stood and extended his hand across the desk, then quickly pulled it back. Instead, he walked around the desk, gripped me tightly, and gave me a big squeeze. “I’m so glad to hear you’re back. I’ve missed the old Malone.”

  “Me too, sir,” I admitted and fought back the urge to sob. One deep breath, and I was pulled together. I didn’t get why it was so hard for women to calm down.

  “Let’s have a great game today,” he said, and I nodded.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He grabbed his whistle to get everyone’s attention. “We’re going to clean up this field,” he yelled, beginning his team pep talk. I listened to the familiar rhythm of his speech, really hearing him as he inspired us, getting us riled up and ready to fight for victory out on the field.

  We’d all been at the stadium for hours, but as he cheered, we all looked fresh and ready to go. I pulled on my uniform, ready to prove that the Beasts hadn’t made a mistake by hiring me.

  And they hadn’t.

  Another no-hitter. My pitching was on point, and I felt more focused than ever before as I stood on that mound. I finally had a purpose again, a reason to want to succeed.

  It was never just about me. It was always about Whitney and our future together. That was very clear to me now.

  “Ready to celebrate, wild man?” Ace asked and patted me on the back.

  “Not tonight,” I said and walked towards Marty.

  I slung my arm around his shoulders and told him how sorry I was for acting like an ass the other night. He was a nice guy, so he accepted my apology, but I felt I needed to make it up to him.

  “I called Whitney,” I confessed. “And
she actually answered.”

  The light in his eyes told me he truly did care. I told him about our conversation and how she was thinking about coming back.

  “I’m very happy for you,” he said with a genuine smile. “Are you going to the club?”

  I shook my head. His grin widened, and I could see he was proud of me. I was too!

  “You too good to hang out with us now?” Ace yelled as I walked across the parking lot. I’d avoided him in the locker room, and he was obviously not used to rejection. “Malone!” he yelled when I kept going.

  I stopped, turned, and watched him walk towards me swiftly. His arms were swinging from side to side, and he was obviously pissed off.

  “I just want to go home, what’s wrong with that?”

  “You’re just acting like a little bitch,” he snarled, then spit next to my foot.

  I ignored it. “Just trying to get myself back on track. If that makes me a little bitch, then I guess I am.”

  His nose wrinkled up, and he let out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh, you gotta run home to mommy Caroline?” he asked.

  “No, you can have her,” I told him. “I did talk to Whitney though.” I wanted to punch myself in the face for admitting it.

  His eyes darkened and squinted when I mentioned her name. “You still living that pipe dream, hot shot?”

  “It’s not a pipe dream. She’s considering coming back, so don’t mess it up for me.”

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he snapped.

  “Nothing,” I said on a long breath. “I just seem to piss her off when you’re around, so just leave me be.”

  “You telling me to back off, kid?” he asked, looking more pissed off than I’d ever seen him.

  “Yeah, I guess that’s exactly what I’m doing,” I said, standing my ground.

  His chin bumped against mine, and his eyes were locked on mine with an angry stare. He was big bad Ace Newman, and I guess I was supposed to be scared. I wasn’t.

  I’d seen this man fall down drunk, piss his pants when he couldn’t get his dick out quick enough, and snort drugs up his nose. He wasn’t scary, but he was trouble, and that I didn’t need. Now or ever again.