“Oh hell, yeah. The Beasts are back, that’s a damn good reason to celebrate!” It didn’t take him long to continue his screeching.
I dropped my towel and turned the faucet to hot, watching his eyes involuntarily travelled down. He shut up and quickly left the shower as I chuckled to myself. That was one of the benefits of an extra-large cock, running off annoying little dicks who sang too loudly in the shower next to you. One of the benefits, but not the best. I was planning on benefitting later at the bar. Hopefully, they had a few new girls in there to tease.
The locker room cleared out quickly with the exception of Frank, Luke, and Marty who all huddled together talking quietly. “Hey, Marty, you going to have a drink with us?” I yelled out to interrupt their chatter.
“No, I don’t think so.”
Just as good, he wasn’t much fun to party with anyhow.
I nodded and moved to my locker where I could get dressed in peace. I slid into my jeans and tight t-shirt to give free admission to the gun show for anyone who was lucky enough to be nearby and slid my fingers through my wet hair. The stubble on my face was rough and prickly as my hand brushed across my chin. The neat goatee I kept was getting swallowed by my lack of interest in a razor. All I’d allowed myself to think about the last few days was getting back on this field, shaving just wasn’t on my mind.
I shoved my phone deep into my front pocket and headed out the door. “Meet ya there,” I yelled out to Frank and Luke. Now off for the action a true Beast craved, women and booze.
My black Porsche was easily recognized as I pulled up to Home Plate. The two boys at the valet counter were pushing each other to get to my driver’s side door. “Easy, boys,” I said with a chuckle.
“Mr. Newman, it’s good to see you again,” the scrawny redhead greeted me.
“Thanks, kid.” I slid out of my seat, motioning for him to take my place. “Take it easy on ‘er,” I warned playfully, but was dead serious. Don’t fuck with my car, my hair, or my game.
The doors were held open for me, and I walked into the place like royalty waltzing into his castle. Ahh, it was good to be back in New York, at this bar, surrounded by fans, although my off-season months spent in Hawaii were quite relaxing. The smell here was so familiar, so soothing. Stale beer that had been spilled on the floor, grease from the kitchen with the aroma of garlic and onion wafting through the air, and ahhhh… cheap perfume. I love cheap perfume. Where there is cheap perfume, there are cheap women.
Some young dingleberry was sitting at my table. He was tall, lanky, and what I would consider scrawny. I walked up the two small steps to my area and slid into the booth. “How ya doin’?” I asked with a quick smile.
His face turned pale, and his eyes locked onto mine like a deer in headlights. “You okay?” I asked with a chuckle.
“You’re Ace Newman,” he said finally.
“Yup, and you… are at my table.”
“Oh, man, I’m sorry…” he slid from the booth, nearly leaping to his feet.
“I’m just fuckin with ya, kid. Have a seat, I’ll buy ya a drink.”
He slid back in and smiled from ear to ear. You would’ve thought I just told the kid I was buying him a pony. “What’s your name, kid?” I asked.
“Chase Long, sir.”
Sir? Am I his dad?
“You play ball, Chase Long?”
“I do. I play first base for the Columbus Clippers.” His pride beamed from his face.
“Wow, a triple-A league. Not bad, kid.”
He was young, maybe lucky to be twenty-one, but had a face of a fifteen-year-old boy. “Yes, sir.”
“Drop the sir. I’m not that old.” I waved my arm in the air as one of the waitresses passed by. “You’re a long way from home, kid.”
“No, sir… I mean, Ace. This is my home. I’m visiting my mom.”
“Your mom works here at Home Plate?” I couldn’t resist the sarcasm that seemed to ooze from my lips.
He laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. “No.” He shrugged.
“Ahh, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, darlin’.” I spilled a little charm onto the new waitress, reading the name tag pinned to her overly full chest. “Belinda, is it?”
“Yes, what can I get you?” she asked coldly.
Her dark green eyes stared right through me, and her tone bit me with a tight clamp right on my dick. “Four Patróns, two beers, and keep ‘em coming.” I used my sweetest tone to chisel away some of the icicles hanging from her tits.
She nodded and walked away without making eye contact. Wow, that long red hair was enough of a turn on, but her attitude was driving me wild.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, at first making me think this chick really did get me going. I pulled it out and saw my sister’s name on the screen. Not now. I hit ignore and pushed it back into my pocket.
“That your girlfriend?” Chase asked like it was any of his business. I smirked, growled a little and ignored his question with the same enthusiasm I used when ignoring my sister’s call.
My mind flashed to Holly for some fucking reason, but I quickly shook it off. I didn’t do girlfriends, no matter how sweet she tasted. Or how much she made me laugh. Or how much she listened, really caring about what I had to say.
I shook my head again. Why the fuck was I thinking about her? We both knew we only hooked up to fuck when she was in town. Maybe talk a little, hang out. But that was it.
Just because I’d fucked her more than once didn’t mean anything. And just because I let her stay with me rather than get a hotel room just meant I was a generous man. No need to panic. Dammit. It didn’t mean anything.
So why was I protesting so much?
I was still pondering that question when Belinda finally returned with our drinks and slid them on the table, her chest in my face. A very nice distraction from where my fucking mind was wanting me to go.
I eyed her generous cleavage just inches from my fingers. For someone who wasn’t interested, she certainly liked to tease. I knew this game. Hell, I was pretty sure I invented this game. She wanted it, but she wanted to make me work for it. We’ll see who has the harder job by the end of the night, and you can guarantee it won’t be me.
“Thank you,” I said with little interest in my tone. I avoided eye contact and slid two shots and one beer towards Chase. I wasn’t even sure if she was still standing there or if she had walked away when I lifted my glass to make my toast. “To nipples, without them, tits would have no point,” I boomed and then raised the glass to my lips and felt the liquor slide down my throat.
Chase choked a little on his drink. I couldn’t help but laugh. He was young, so very young.
“Hey, wild man!” Frank called out as he slid into the booth next to me. Luke stood there for a moment like he didn’t know what to do. He looked around and seemed a little lost.
“Have a seat,” I suggested with a nod towards the empty chair across the table.