Fastball (Wilde Players Dirty Romance) Read Online Free Page B

sad as I wash away Ryder’s scent. I barely sleep, and then I’m out of the house before dawn, catching the Uber I’d set up. Some of us have to work to pay our bills. And when I get on the plane, I hope I don’t cross paths with the guy who’s too perfect for my cloud-covered future. I need distance from the man who makes vanilla seem a little spicy.

 
    RYDER
     
     
    You’re a bit too vanilla for me. The phrase repeats itself in my head. And the bad thing is, I keep seeing her gorgeous mouth form the words, like a bad pitch on instant replay, over and over. What she doesn’t know, didn’t give me a chance to tell her, is I’d try anything with her—go to her sex club, venture out of my so-called vanilla lifestyle, and add in some kinky fucking if she wants. Hell, I’m all on board for that kind of shit. But no, she walks out, and won’t answer my knocks on her bedroom door.
    In the morning when I wander into the kitchen and ask about her, Fletcher tells me she’s gone. She fucking left without a word. She pulled a goddamn man’s move on me. And now I feel like a fucking pansy ass, with my balls crawling right up in my ass, quivering. Jesus, what is happening here? I don’t normally fall this fast for a girl. But this time, she’s nailed me but good. The thing is, I want her. I want more of Gina Ferraro.
    “Coffee?” Fletcher’s voice snags me out of my daydreams.
    “Huh?”
    “I asked if you wanted any coffee?” He holds up the pot and a mug.
    “I guess so.”
    He pours while I watch. “Cream? Sugar? I can never remember.”
    “No.”
    “Eggs? Sausage? Bacon? Toast? It’s all over there. Cass already cooked.”
    His words slip right past me as I stare into the dark contents of my mug.
    “Ryder?” His voiced has an edge of annoyance to it.
    “What?” I snap.
    “Damn. What has you so grouchy this morning? You won’t even answer any of my questions.”
    “Oh. Sorry. What did you say?”
    He points to the counter and says, “Cassidy went to the trouble of cooking breakfast for everyone. Have the courtesy of thanking her even if you don’t want any eggs, bacon, sausage, or toast.”
    Lifting my head, I notice the spread of food. “Fuck. Sorry, man.” Then I hunt for Cassie and see her sitting at the table with Mark. I must look like the biggest doucheface. “Thanks, Cassie. I appreciate it. Morning, Mark.” I drag my ass over to the food and fill up a plate because I am starving, actually.
    When I sit back down, I dive in and the breakfast is fantastic. “Damn, this is great.” Fletcher looks on with a smirk.
    “Didn’t know Cass was a superb cook, did you?”
    “Had no clue,” I say around a mouthful of eggs. “Excellent eggs here.”
    “You’d better slow it down, Ryder, or you’re going to choke,” Cassidy calls out from the table with a grin.
    My plate is polished off, and I’m up for seconds. As I’m going in for the refill, I ask, “How many eggs did you cook?”
    She says, “A cool dozen and a half. Fletcher can eat eight on his own if I don’t make anything else to go with them.”
    “Yeah, especially during the season. I’m always hungry,” Fletcher says.
    “I’m the same way. A bottomless pit. But I don’t have a wife that cooks hanging around.”
    “I don’t either. Don’t forget Cass isn’t always here.”
    “You poor fucker. Tears are flowing. Boo-fucking-hoo.”
    Cassidy laughs along with Mark, and Fletcher flips me off.
    “So, what crawled up your ass when you woke up? Was it the fact that some dark-haired little fireball wasn’t around this morning?”
    “Shut the hell up.” I’m not going anywhere near the Gina topic with him or Cassidy, especially with Mark sitting here. He and Gina are close, not as close as Cassidy is to her, but I don’t want Mark to go blabbing back to her about me.
    “Oh, come on, Ryder. You know I won’t say anything.”
    “Dude, you’re married to her best friend. What the fuck!”
    We both turn to Cassidy, and