Mason turned to Ryker and whispered in a hushed voice, “What is with Coach Ryan? Is he trying to look like the biggest prick in the world?”
Ryker laughed. “I don’t know, but if he makes me run down the field one more time, I think my legs might fall off and I’ll only have my dick to propel me forward.”
Mason looked down at Ryker’s crotch and scoffed. “Dude, you wish you were a tripod.”
Ryker smiled and said, “I know I’m not hung like you, Donkey Dick, but I have a sizeable member. Russell the Love Muscle has done very well in his lifetime.”
Ever since Ryker took the picture of Mason in all his glory, which was posted on Instagram with his face blurred out, Ryker would not let the fact go that Mason was packing.
“Your obsession with my junk is a bit disconcerting.”
“It’s not an obsession; it’s just me paying homage to the granddaddy of all dicks.”
Mason laughed. “You need a life, you know that?”
Ryker pointed at himself. “I need a life? No, man, you’re the one that needs a life. When was the last time you took a woman home? Or went out? You’ve become a hermit lately.”
“Fuck off. I’m not a hermit.”
“Uh, I beg to differ. What are your plans for tonight?” Ryker held up his hand to silence Mason. “Let me guess, pizza and beer in front of the TV watching SportsCenter. Sound a little familiar?”
Mason couldn’t disagree with Ryker. He had the pizza company on speed dial and beer chilling in the fridge, ready to be consumed. His life was a bit lame at the moment and he could only blame it on one person: Piper.
Mason scrubbed his hands over his face. “I just can’t get her out of my head.”
Ryker gave Mason a questionable look. “Who? Brooke? Dude, I thought that was over.”
“It is. I’m talking about Piper.”
“Piper?” Mason watched Ryker’s mind work and saw the light bulb turn on in his head when he recalled who Piper was. “The hot redhead from Jake’s wedding? You still thinking about her? Mace, did she really make that much of an impact on you?”
“Shit, I don’t know, but she keeps popping up in my head and its annoying as hell. I didn’t even like her; she was a sassy little bitch, but I can’t stop thinking about her body.”
Just talking about her made Mason visualize her creamy skin, soft perky breasts, and lips to die for. Not to mention the way her hair framed her face and the way her tattoos glided across her body in a graceful way that made him want to explore them with his tongue. He tried to remind himself what an unruly whore she was on the airplane and the way she tricked him into taking his clothes off at the wedding, but nothing worked; his dick, Godzilla, wanted her and wanted her badly. She was one building Godzilla wanted to climb up and into.
“Well, you need to forget about her because, believe me when I tell you this, she wanted nothing to do with you then and wants nothing to do with you now. What needs to happen is you need to get fucked, and fucked good. I’m going to this bar tonight I just found out about and you’re coming with me.”