“Hey, Sammy. Wanna come over?”
“Huh?” Sam Patterson had been awakened by the ringing of his cell phone. He’d been in a dream where two muscle studs were slowly licking up his thighs and had been about to reach his…He blinked at his digital alarm clock. “It’s 3:17 in the f*****g morning! What the hell are you doing calling me now?” Sam rubbed his chin. Since he hadn’t shaved the previous couple days, his beard was itching.
“Sorry, man, just wanted to talk. Didn’t realize it was so late.”
“Well it is.” Sam’s rubbing moved up to his eyes.
“Sorry, dude. I was banging Jill earlier. You know how she can’t get enough of my meat and—”
Sam blocked out the rest of Zack’s bullshit. He didn’t want to hear about Jill. She was a slut, only hanging with Zack because he was the starting quarterback
