Page 83 of Stealing Second

Leland Locke.

Are you fucking kidding me? I think.

“That’s cool, right?” He tosses his towel.

Something shiny catches my eye, and before I can think better of it, I glance down. His dick’s pierced.

“Now you owe me a beer, too.” He chuckles.

“You looked, didn’t you, Hart?” Rudy laughs as he pulls on a pair of pants.

Not giving a shit that I’m a rookie, I defend myself, “It’s not every day that you see a man with an earring in his dick.”

“You’d be surprised.” Amias Steel laughs.

“Are you trying to tell me my cock’s not special, that it’s just like all the other guys’?” Locke jokes.

I look at Amias. “You bedazzled your dick, too?”

“What in the actual fuck kind of conversation did we walk in on?” Jase Steel’s voice booms through the room.

What the fuck? I groan to myself, feeling like an idiot.

Jase looks at Locke. “TBH, it’s not special.”

“That’s right.” Amias chuckles. “I know men who have metal older than most of us.”

“When is your kid’s contract up?” Jase asks Zandor.

Zandor looks around. “We just wanted to pop in and congratulate you on the win. Felt good to knock them down a peg or two. Let’s do that to the Jays tomorrow.”

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Walking around to the driver’s side, I hit the key fob on my truck, and the doors unlock. I slide into the driver’s seat as Locke slides into the passenger seat. Starting it up, I wait for him to say some shit about my truck.

He runs his hand over the dashboard and looks at it. “You keep it clean.”

“Yep,” I answer as I back out of my spot.

“You bought an income property.”

“Sure did.” I throw it in drive.

“I’d tell you to stop living like it was all gonna end tomorrow, but it’s a good move.”

“Linda Hart didn’t raise a fool.” No joke, either.

“I have a house in every state where I’ve played for a team. No regrets there.”

“Shouldn’t ask this since I’m benefiting while you’re renting from me, but why not in Trenton?”

“I wouldn’t vacation here. Easier to rent when in season, anyway. I don’t have to worry about the responsibilities. When we have more than a minute off, I’m at the beach house, fishing or just chilling. Peaceful there.”

“You’re rarely there.”

“I don’t bring women back to the place where I hang my hat. Never know if your hat will be there the next day or if it’ll be sold online with a picture, proving authenticity.”

I glance at him. “That happened to you?”

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