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other, and I know it’s time to get out of here. Too inebriated to drive and eager to see what the rest of the night has in store, I lead them to the hotel next door.

I hand over my credit card without a second thought, and before I know it, we’re stepping inside the elevator. One of the girls drops to her knees, undoing my pants while the other one kisses me. I don’t know who’s who at this point and I don’t care. The slide of the doors closing and the hum of the elevator moving barely register as a hot mouth wraps around my cock.

Fuck yeah.

* * *

Groaning, and not from pleasure, I force my eyelids to open. A sharp slice of agony hits right between my eyes, radiating upward and outward. It feels as though my head is being chewed up by Godzilla.

A handful of slow blinks later, I’m able to keep my eyes open. I take in the rumpled bed and my two companions. My lips quirk with a satisfied grin. My hangover isn’t the only thing here that sucks.

As much as I’d like to have another go with these two adventurous ladies, it’s later than I expected. I need to get home and call in to a local talk radio show I’m scheduled to be on.

Slipping from the bed, I get dressed as quietly as possible. The last thing I need is to wake them up. If I do, I’ll miss my call for sure. I’m not worried about saying goodbye to either of them. I don’t plan to see them ever again, and I made that clear at the club. Never let it be said that I’m not up front about my intentions when it comes to the fairer sex.

Closing the door behind me, I hang the do not disturb sign on the handle. The elevator ride to the lobby is a lot less memorable than last night’s. I stop at the front desk to check out and turn in the room key before I head next door. Thank fuck my truck is still safely parked in the lot. This beauty was my first purchase when I signed with the Pirates. For that reason alone, I’ll never sell her, but she happens to be badass too. Driving her is a dream, and there isn’t a single time when I’m behind the wheel that I don’t feel grateful.

The drive to my house takes about fifteen minutes, and the first thing I do once I’m inside is to take a shower. The hot water and steam help to clear the fog from my head. By the time I’m back downstairs having a cup of coffee, I feel ninety percent better.

The call with the talk radio sports show goes well and takes less time than I anticipated. Now it’s time to get some food in my stomach.

My doorbell rings, interrupting my search for something to eat. I’m not expecting company, and aside from Darren, I don’t usually have uninvited guests showing up. Opening the door, I find my little sister, Kendra, standing on my front stoop.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” I ask.

“It’s nice to see you too, Flynn,” she snarks, pushing by me.

“Come on in,” I jest and shut the door. “It’s not that I don’t like looking at your adorable face, but what are you doing here?”

She kicks her heels off, leaving them in the middle of the floor, before dropping her keys on the small entryway table. “I need coffee before I do anything else.” She stalks toward the kitchen with me following.

“What a coincidence. I was just mid-cup, myself.”

Kendra grabs an oversized mug from the cabinet and fills it with rich, dark coffee. Neither of us uses cream. We don’t like to mess with perfection.

“God, that’s good,” she says with a pleased sigh. “Your coffee always tastes better than mine. What do you do differently than me?”

“If I tell you, then you won’t need to stop by unexpectedly anymore.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. As your publicist, you give me plenty of reasons besides coffee.”

“I’m guessing your being here has something to do with last night,” I say.

“You guessed right. What the hell were you thinking, Flynn?” She gives me the stink eye over the mug.

I’m not even sure what she’s upset about. From what I remember of last night, I behaved well. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really?” Her lip curls with repugnance. “You had two women in your lap most of the night.”

I grin. “I know. It was a great time.”

“Flynn, we’ve had this conversation too many times already. Why do you do this to me?”

“Do what to you?”

“Stress me out,” she yells.

“I don’t see how I stressed you out.”

“Maybe it has something to do with you and the two women you were with being plastered all over the television and internet today.”

“That’s awesome.” I smile.

Kendra shakes her head and fire shoots from her eyes. Okay, I imagined that part, but if she had super powers, I’d be a pile of ash right now. “That’s not how most people look at it, Flynn. You think it’s awesome because you took those women to a hotel and did God knows what with them. But TMC got footage of you at the desk getting a room, and for the cherry on top, there’s video of one on the women on her knees while the other one is kissing you.”

“I was there. I don’t need you to recap it.”

“Hey, asshole. I didn’t need to see footage of it either. But I did, because my brother is selfish and stupid and doesn’t care if his actions reflect badly on others.”

“No one’s going to hold my sex life against you, Kendra. Don’t be so narcissistic. Everything isn’t about you.”

“Narcissistic?” She half gasps, half laughs the word out. “You don’t know the meaning of that word. If you did, you’d know that’s the last thing I am. While you’re busy only thinking of yourself, I’m

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