Play Fair (The Devil's Share Book 3)
L. P. Maxa
For all the moms out there…whether your child grew in your heart or under it.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Since the dedication for Play Fair is to moms, I’ll go ahead and thank them first. As always, thank you to my CRAZY wonderful mother, and my grandmother who really loves reading all my dirty books. To all my AH-mazing mom friends, I don’t really know how I’d survive without you guys. And wine. To my perfect, loud, sassy, beautiful daughter—thank you for making me a mommy. To my uber supportive husband (he puts up with a lot, y’all) thank you for being such a good father, you made writing Jacks’s love for Landry the easiest thing I’ve ever done. As always, Jenni, thank you for molding this story with me and making it what it is. You’re always right :) KB, my number one prostitute, thank you for jumping on the trampoline with me and letting me take pictures of you half naked. You’re literally the best. And to that guy in that bar that let me watch him pick up chicks, sorry you went home alone insert wince. My readers, thank you times a million, because without you guys there would be no LP. And lastly, BIG shout out to my Smitten Kittens! Y’all keep me laughing, thanks for all the Gifs.
PLAY FAIR
“When you meet the one who changes the way your heart beats, dance with them to that rhythm for as long as the song lasts.”
—Kirk Diedrich
Bryan and Jacks’s Text History
(after the music festival)
Me: You tried talking to a counselor.
J: I saw this on the internet and thought of you http://www.vballfails.fhg.jk.com B: Awwww! You were thinking about me while you were watching porn?! So sweet. And highly inappropriate.
J: Just click the link
B: Omg. Who told you?!
J: Told me what?
B: I’m the 3rd clip…
J: Hahahahahahalolhahahahahahahahahahahalolhahahahahahahahahahalolhahaha hahahahahahahalolhahahahahahahahahahahah ***
B: Whatcha doin’ love?
J: Playing Grand Theft Auto
B: Oooo the one where you can buy coke and screw hookers? Little art imitating life there, Jacky Boy?
J: Yes. But I don’t bang hookers B: I always thought that game looked fun. And I’m preeetty sure hookers and groupies are one in the same.
J: I’ll send you a copy of the game. I don’t pay groupies, they blow fo’ free!
B: Nothing in life is free, kid. And I don’t have my Nintendo anymore, my mom sold it in a garage sale.
J: Nintendo? Are you serious?
B: Yeah, why? Is Sega the cool one?
J: Expect a large package tomorrow B: Why? You coming to see me ;) ***
J: Good morning Baby Doll
B: Mornin’ Jacky Boy
J: You ready to play?
B: You are insatiable
J: Is that a yes?
B: Yes. But this time I want to bang a prostitute.
J: No. It’s weird. It makes me think of you in a sexual way. Makes my dick happy.
B: The wind makes your dick happy. You’re being sexist. Just don’t watch. Close your eyes.
J: Okay
B: And picture me, naked, writhing in the back seat of a car J: I hate you
***
B: You going out to get some strange tonight, lover boy?
J: Nah. I’m beat, we were in the studio all day. You going out with the douche?
B: I don’t think so. His frat is throwing a party tonight. I’m all toga’d out this semester, he’s starting to bore/smother me anyway.
J: Wanna play?
B: I’m a little Grand Theft Auto’d out too. Movie?
J: I’m overnighting you a new game right now. Zombies.
B: I hope it’s super bloody
J: You know it! What movie do you wanna watch?
B: Something campy and low budget J: That’s my girl
***
J: You awake?
B: It’s 2 am, dude.
J: I can’t sleep
B: Roll over and bug the chick that’s in your bed J: I’m alone. And I’d rather bug the chick that’s in my phone B: That’s sweet. In a really sad pathetic way J: :(
B: Awww, I’m sorry Jacky. What’s wrong?
J: Nothing. Just wide awake. I drank a red bull at dinner.
B: Why?
J: We were out of milk
B: You’re right, Red Bull is a superb substitute for milk.
J: Come hang out with me
B: Okay, I’ll be there in…about…uh…
J: Can’t figure out the math in your head?
B: No :(
J: It’s okay.
B: I would though, come hang out with you, if you weren’t a lot of hours away J: I would come hang out with you too. Don’t make fun of me, but I think you might be my best friend.
B: Ditto
***
J: What are you wearing?
B: Did you text the wrong chick?
J: No
B: Oh, okay. I’m wearing a t-shirt.
J: And?
B: That’s it, a t-shirt. I just got out of the shower.
J: Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea B: Why? You don’t want to hear about the water trailing down my thighs?
J: No
B: Dick happy?
J: No… Maybe.
B: Hahahaha
J: You’re my bff. You shouldn’t make my dick happy.