Pitcher (Commander in Briefs #0.5)

by Kristy Marie

“Anniston, I hope to see a changed young lady next year. Use this time to reflect on your actions and decide on the type of woman you want to be.” I want to be an ass-kicker, John. A Katniss freaking Everdeen. “I will, sir.” I will hone my right hook and make sure I go for Preston’s balls the next time he dares breathe in my direction.

“You’re leaving. You’re not ready to settle down. Don’t string her along and ask her to wait for you while you plow through half the country living it up in the minor leagues. Let her go, Theo. For once in your life, think about someone other than yourself. Let her go.”

“Good evening, ma’am. I was dispatched to clean up a crime scene. Can you escort me to the area?” This motherfucker wants me to marry him one day.

“I knew then, I was never going to be able to let you go.” Oh God. Can you come from just words alone? I think I’m about to give it a shot. “Press play,” he whispers by my ear. When I hesitate, he adds, “Unless you’re scared.” He was never going to let me go. I’m never going to let him go either. I press the play button, and his voice sounds over the speakers this time. “Now you’re close,” he praises on camera.

Dudes, I swear. When will they ever learn women are better at most things than they are? It’s science.

“I merely flirted with sin. You unzipped your pants, jerked off on it, and then flipped it off while you fingered its sister.”