Page 50 of Mr. Green (Mr. #2)

Grant

I focus on keeping my arm straight as I swing for the stupid white ball. It cuts through the sky onto the green near the flag. Hell yeah.

“Oh, come on,” Matt says, putting his hands behind his head and pacing. “I’m the groom. I’m supposed to be winning.”

“You’ve never been able to beat me at golf. I think it’s the only thing you aren’t good at. I was surprised when you said you wanted to go. Figured you signed up for an ass-whooping.”

“Don’t you worry, I’m fixing to beat your pompous ass right now.” Matt winds up to swing and...misses. “Goddammit!”

I’m laughing so hard I have to keel over.

“Fuck you.” He flips me off.

Matt heads to his own golf cart, since he didn’t want to share. He gets his club ready and decides to hit the ball as he’s driving. Then he speeds off.

“Catch me if you can, motherfucker,” he shouts over his shoulder, arrogance and antagonization oozing off him.

I guess we aren’t playing by the rules anymore. I run to my golf cart and head straight to where my ball is. Matt is still trying to get his close to the flag as he continuously hits his ball from the driver’s side, looking like a child having a tantrum.

I drive by his left side, which was a huge mistake. As I pass him, he tries to slow me down by swinging at me with his club from the golf cart .

We’re going to get kicked out.

The thought is fleeting as we race to put our ball into the hole.

Matt stalks out of his cart over to the ball. Then he points at me. “I’m not doing this shit anymore. Whoever gets this one in, takes all.”

I nod in agreement and then hit my ball into the hole with one stroke. Matt still thinks he has a chance. He takes his time lining it up and it goes right over the hole.

“Fuck!” he yells and stalks over to his cart. Then he drives off to the clubhouse; most likely to cool off with a beer. Matt can have a temper sometimes, so I let him chill before I proceed.

I’m happy to cut the game short. It’s not really fun.

I was usually stuck at the driving range instead of hanging out on bikes or playing video games with the rest of the neighborhood boys when I was younger.

I met Josh once he made the golf team. I’d tell my dad I was practicing with some of the guys from school to get out of practicing with my dad.

My dad was a strict son of a gun. He wasn’t kind or caring to any of his family.

It’s the reason why I’m so committed to whatever I choose. Business, plans, relationships—I’m in once I start it. My dad’s words filtering through my thoughts: “If you start something, you need to finish it and finish it right.”

Unfortunately, no matter how hard I try in a relationship, it has never felt right. I’d commit, but my heart wasn’t in it. It would usually fizzle out within a year or two. I’ve been waiting to commit to the perfect person. Lana is different from all the others. It just feels right with her.

I can’t wait until I get my hands on her. That luscious body, with a round ass and perky tits. Her cute dimple when she smiles just the right way. The dash of freckles making her look innocent.

I’m getting hard thinking about putting my cock inside of her.

Unfortunately, with all these plans Scarlett has made, I may not be able to do what I want until tomorrow.

I take a deep breath and hold it for thirty seconds, waiting for my dick calm down.

I drive over to the clubhouse, hoping I don’t have a toddler to deal with by the time I get there.

Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.