The Heartbreakers

1.

No Peace In Hell

Peyton

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“PEYTON, PEYTON! DOyou think you have a shot at the World Championship this year? Is it true that Wild Horse Energy Drinks chose to sponsor the Cove Angels because of your reckless lifestyle?”

The paps are right up my ass, mere yards away from where I just landed.

Motherfuckers!

I unclip my parachute without bothering packing it back up and storm off.

“Peyton, Peyton!”

Those fuckers don’t give up and I’m not in the mood, so I quicken my pace and flip them off before disappearing back inside the hangar and into our divers staff area without looking back.

I begin unzipping my wingsuit as soon as I enter our private locker room.

“Hey, dude!” Channing smirks at me, loosening his grip on the hair of the brunette who’s bobbing up and down between his thighs.

He doesn’t look bothered by my intrusion and I shake my head. Typical Channing.

“Have you seen my dad?” I ask him, annoyed by the fact that we have an audience here too. I swear to fucking God, today no one leaves me the fuck alone. “He knows I hate having any type of audience around unless it’s an official diving day.”

Channing’s gaze glazes over, his lids growing heavier as the girl picks up speed, moaning loudly around his cock.

I roll my eyes, chuckling at how skewed my best friend’s priorities are. I begin taking off the wingsuit and think that I wish my passion was football or surfing or fucking drag racing, anything but skydiving or BASE jumping; anything where I didn’t have to compete with Darrius Penn.

I’ve just fastened the button of my shorts when a grunt coming from Channing’s direction tells me that he’s done with ... what’s her name? For the fucking life of me, I can’t remember. Britney or Bethany or something with a B, I think.

“Hey Peyton.” She smiles, licking her lips and not looking in a hurry to fix her tank top that’s bunched up around her thin waist. “You look tense. Maybe I can help?”

I think her name is Brooke, I’m almost sure. “Thanks B.” I smile, opting for the safest option here. “I’m tired today and I need to have a word with Channing, if you don’t mind?”

I wrap one arm around her shoulders, walking her to the locker room door.

“Sure, I understand. I can wait outside if you guys want to hang out later?”

Ah, yeah, no. We’ve been hanging out with Briana, I’m pretty sure that’s her name, for the best part of a week now. I fucked her once or twice, and the fact that I can’t remember her name tells me all I need to know about the idea of keeping her around.

“We have a few things to talk about, babe.” I smile, opening the door and ushering her out. “I don’t know how long we’re going to be and I have too much respect for your time to keep you waiting. We’ll call you later, ok?”

She smiles. “Aww, Peyton! You’re such a sweetheart!”

I take a step back when she tries to kiss me. I mean, I’ve fucked my fair share of girls not only with Channing and Jameson in the room, but with them. Sometimes we like to take turns, sometimes we tag team, whatever we’re in the mood for, so I’m more than comfortable with them; but the fact that it doesn’t bother me seeing them naked, doesn’t mean that I’m attracted to them. I wouldn’t even notice if she were trying to kiss me after blowing me, but tasting my friends’ cum is where I draw a definite line. Thanks but no thanks.

I sit on the bench opposite Channing, who’s tucked himself back in in the meantime.

“Hey, thanks man.” He smiles. “I didn’t really know how to get rid of Brielle.”

Ah, Brielle. I knew it started with a B; Briana was close enough, I guess.

Channing continues. “I mean, when she offered me to blow me, I declined and she started crying, so I didn’t know what to do.”

I shake my head. “You’re fucking welcome. That’s why I keep telling you and J that a one night only policy is the best option. If they’re gone before breakfast, they don’t get strange ideas, right?”

He shrugs. “I guess.”

Channing is too fucking nice, I swear to God. “Dude.” I sigh. “This is where you go wrong. I mean, if you like a girl enough to keep her around, be my fucking guest; but if not, the sooner you send them on their way, the less awkward the goodbye. It’s not like we promise them anything more than a good time, right?”

Channing nods but I know way too well that he can be a pushover; all it takes are a couple of tears from anyone who owns a pussy and he panics.

“So, did you see my dad?” I ask him now that his blood has migrated away from his little head and back to his big one.

“He had a couple of meetings with possible sponsors. He took J with him. They’ve been gone a while, so they should be back soon.”

As if summoned by Channing’s words, the locker room door opens and my father steps inside with Jameson in tow.

They’re both in their best suits and under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t miss this opportunity to rib J for being a pretty boy, but the scowl on Dad’s face stops me in my tracks.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys that beyond the front office is authorized staff only?”

I level a hard stare on a sheepish looking Channing but Dad isn’t an idiot. “I don’t give a fuck who between you two was fucking her. But we bumped into your flavor of the week as she was leaving and she didn’t miss the opportunity to get noticed and tried to stick to J.”