Fortunately, Bunky stomped back to the dugout, which was the best thing to make my dick go down. He swore to himself as Astrid settled in behind home plate to wait for the pitch. Did she even play softball? Had she played sports as a kid? I didn’t see her as big on field hockey or ballet. Too frou frou for her. I figured—

Holy shit. She launched that ball into outer space on the first swing. It easily cleared the fence.

I watched as she ran the bases, a perfect soft smile on her face as she did. Michael ran home and waited for her to follow, then gave her a high five. The rest of us on the team came out of the dugout to join him, gave her high fives as well.

I gave her one plus a fake kiss. A really fucking good one. “I think I’m going to call you Slugger from now on.”

She grinned and it wasn’t fake at all. “Softball scholarship to USC.”

“Impressive,” I said, taking her hand and sitting beside her in the dugout.

Eddie followed her and struck out. I went after, hit a line drive and got a single. Another bridesmaid who introduced herself as Tara, followed, but also struck out.

It became very clear who had played ball before.

After collecting our mitts, we headed back to the outfield. Eddie caught up to me.

“You missed the real bachelor party last night.”

“Oh?”

Watching Astrid straddling me and taking my dick for a ride was better than seeing any strip show a hooker could offer.

“Three strippers. They were incredible.” Eddie cupped his hands in front of his chest. “Sandra, the one with the big titties and the bare pussy did things that had to be illegal.”

“Huh,” I added, taking off my Groom’s Team hat and wiping my forehead.

“I mean, a girlfriend’s fine and all, but will they suck your dick like a Hoover? Astrid never—”

I held up my hand. “Don’t finish that sentence,” I warned.

He smiled at me. “Come on, you know Astrid like I do. She’ll never get down and dirty like any of those strippers. You need to think of the Sandras out there in order to get off when she’s beneath you.”

That was it. There on the Cutthroat High School softball field, I lost my shit. I didn’t give a fuck if someone trash talked me. Hell, I heard it all the time from drunks at the bar.

But no one… no one, bad mouthed Astrid.

I pushed him in the arm, which knocked him off balance. His mitt fell to the grass.

“What the fuck?”

I narrowed my eyes. Snarled. “I said to shut the fuck up.”

“You’re only between her thighs for her money. Trust me, a frigid pussy’s a hefty price for a bank account like hers.”