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Unexpected Love Story (Love 2) Natasha Madison 2022/8/3 13:50:56

“It isn’t over till the tenth frame, doll face,” I tell her, picking up a ball.

“Aww, did you just call me doll face?” Her face scrunches in a grimace. “I mean, it’s better than pain in my ass.” She shrugs.

“You are a pain in my ass. For once, I’d like to have a day when you don’t second-guess everything I do,” I say, lining up my ball while she yells.

“For once, I’d like to go to work with a doctor who I don’t have to second-guess. If you want, I can transfer to pediatrics. Alan likes me,” she tells me, egging me on as she leans back and smiles at Alan, who waves. I look at the ball, contemplating throwing it at Alan’s face. “Let’s see what you can do, Doctor,” Crystal says as I bowl, throwing the ball harder than I wanted to, but it goes straight down the middle and knocks down all the pins. I turn around with my hands over my head.

“You two do realize that this is ten frames, and we just did only one?” Brody says as he grabs Darla to sit on his lap.

“Please. I got him beat; he’s a princess,” Crystal says as she gulps down some beer.

“Princess?” I laugh at her. “You cried when I picked up a frog and showed it to you.”

Crystal slams down her hands. “That fucker was going to jump at me.” She storms up. “I want to change teams.”

Everyone laughs at us. “Too late,” I tell her, looking up at the screen. “Darla, you’re up.”

We watch Brody and Darla take their turn and turn to see Walker and Hailey with their heads together. “You think they are going to bang tonight or another night?” I ask her when she shakes her head.

“It’s safe to say, between the two of you, you’re the only one getting banged tonight.” She laughs, drinking more beer.

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“Hooker,” Crystal yells, and Hailey jumps up. “You’re up.”

For nine frames, we one-up each other. Until the eighth round. I’m about to go, and I just bowled a strike, so if I knock a spare, I’ll blow her out of the water. She knows that, and she leans in when she comes over and sits after her turn. “Your turn.” I get up to get my ball and she follows me. “And just so you know…” She turns and sees that everyone else is talking and not paying attention while I grab my ball. “I played with myself all week thinking about you.” My hand grips the ball, and I’m pretty sure if it was glass, it would shatter. “I even did it right before we got here.” She smiles and then walks away. I close my eyes, trying to keep the blood from flowing to my cock, who is trying to get out. I open my eyes, throwing the ball down the lane with so much force it goes left and knocks down only two pins. What a waste of a shot. I’m in a daze the rest of the game, not even sure I can talk to someone without cracking. Brody ends up winning the game, and Crystal beats me by one point.

“The machine is broken,” I say, looking down at the score sheet. “There must be a glitch in the system. I had one more strike than you did.”

Crystal looks at her nails and then up again. “Yes, and then you knocked two pins down, which means you suck and I win, so … I’ll text you my orders.”

I don’t have time to say anything else because the rest of the staff comes over and discusses hitting up the bar. Crystal looks at Hailey. “You go ahead. I’m going to head home,” she says as she looks around.

“Walker”—Crystal shouts—“you going home? Can you drive her?”

“I’m not going to the bar,” Alan says with a smile. I swear I see steam coming from Walker’s ears as he steps in and leads Hailey away.

“Okay, so we are going to the pub?” Crystal says. “Can I catch a ride with you?” I nod my head.

“Anyone else need a ride?” But everyone is already on their own. Once we get in the truck, I turn to look at her. “I’m not wasting time at this fucking bar. We make an appearance for ten minutes, and then we leave.”

“We can’t leave together,” she tells me. “That’s too obvious.”

“Fine,” I hiss and I text her my address. I pull my house key from my keys. “You leave first, and then I’ll follow you.”

“Ohh, alone in your house?” She smiles, getting out and putting the key away. “What am I going to do with all that spare time?” she asks right before I pull open the door.

“You can get naked in my bed and play with yourself until I get there.” She stops in her tracks, looking around. “Besides, I lost, so I give head first. Gotta say, I was hoping to lose.” I wink at her as she groans.