CHANGING THE PLAYER: Charleston Pirates #1 by Chance, Jacob (digital e reader TXT) 📕

Zeke smiles. “Yeah, I can tell. You have your mean mug on. You’re going to scare all the ladies away with that face.”

I smirk and point at my chiseled jawline. “The ladies love this face no matter what expression’s on it.”

He laughs and holds his fist out. I bump it with mine. “True story, Linc.” Zeke always calls me by my nickname, short for my last name Lincoln. For as long as I can remember it’s been that way. The ladies call me “The Missing Link,” in reference to my bedroom skills. They say my dick is what their pussies have been missing all their lives. I think it’s fucking hilarious, and I just go with it. I’m certainly not going to complain. It works in your favor when the entire female population at school thinks you’re a beast between the sheets.

“I don’t know why they all love you so much when you’re such an asshole, but it works for you,” he says. Taking a gulp of his drink, the red solo cup covers his face.

“I keep telling you women don’t want to be treated well. They don’t appreciate it. They all want an asshole - a bad boy and I’m more than happy to be that for them. I get pussy whenever I need and I don’t bother with the hearts and fucking flowers bullshit they don’t really want anyway. It’s a win-win for everyone involved.” I poke him in his chest. “One of these days you’ll drop the good guy act and lose that clingy girlfriend of yours. Then you’ll realize what you’re missing out on. It’s inevitable. You’re only twenty-one, man, no one should settle down at such a young age.”

Zeke playfully shoves me back away from him. “Dude, you’re such a dickhead when it comes to women. Someday you’ll meet a girl who’ll knock you on your ass and you won’t even know what hit you.” He smiles. “I can’t fucking wait.”

I shove his chest. “Fuck off with your bullshit. It’s never going to happen. I’m never going to have a ball and chain around my ankle. I prefer wet lips wrapped around my dick.” I wink at him and he fist bumps me.

“I’ll give you that. Lips around the ole shaft is where it’s at, but it’s even better when it’s the same pair all the time.”

“Sure, dude. Keep convincing yourself.” I pat him on his thick chest and walk toward the kitchen for a refill.

Laughter draws my eyes to the round table in the corner of the room where a few people are playing poker. Grabbing a red cup, I fill it with fresh ice from the freezer. Chucking my empty beer bottle in the recycling bin, my eyes scan all the liquor lined up in no identifiable order on the counter. What am I in the mood for? I spot a bottle of Jack Daniels on the far left and pour some over the ice. The frozen cubes crack when the room temperature liquid makes contact, and my mouth waters as I anticipate taking the first sip. I add some coke and then give it a stir with a straw I found on the counter. Dropping the straw on the granite, I tip the cup back and take the first sip of the cool mixture. Ahh, just what I needed. This is perfect - less people and a stiff drink.

I move toward the back exit, already looking forward to relaxing on the large deck, which spans the width of the house. It was one of my favorite places to hang out when I lived here. There’s a hammock in the back yard tied between two towering oaks that’s calling my name. I spent many drunken nights sleeping out there. My hand is barely on the knob when the door flies open and someone crashes into me, spilling their cold drink all over the front of my shirt.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I snap. The gray cotton clings to me now, soaked with beer. The pungent scent is powerful and all I can smell. I step back inside the kitchen and search for a towel.

“I’m sorry,” a breathless female voice answers.

“Ever heard of watching where you’re going?” Scowling, I pull the soaked material away from my skin before grabbing the white dish towel hanging on the handle of the cabinet and rubbing the large stain.

“It was an accident. I didn’t expect you to be there when I opened the door. You startled me.” Her voice is soft and has a husky quality I find extremely sexy.

Throwing the towel down on the counter, I turn around to see if the face and body match the hot tones of her voice. Once my eyes land on the girl standing in front of me, nothing else registers. She’s unbelievably gorgeous and...tiny. The top of her head only reaches my chest. Her eyes are the dark gray of a stormy sky and they’re large for her small face - almost too large as she stares up at me. Waves of dark chocolate fall around her petite frame in long, loose curls. When she tucks one side behind her ear some of the strands drape over the top of her tits. I’m tempted to wind the long tresses around my fingers and reel her in for a kiss.

Her wide eyes meet mine as she nervously bites on her bottom lip. I want to know what her full pink lips would feel like pressed against mine. What would they feel like opening beneath mine letting my tongue inside to taste her?

What the fuck is this bullshit?

I don’t wax poetic about some chicks looks. If she’s got a banging body, then I bang her - end of story. It never goes any further. I’m not one to pay attention to what color her eyes are or notice her skin is fair and clear. I don’t wonder if her cheeks would flush pink when I make her come for