fucking antics.
“Well, don’t hold out on me, bro, how was she?” he asked, straightening from the wall.
“A tease,” I said, crossing my arms and continuing to look out at the patio.
“Maybe she’s just not into you, maybe she prefers a man with style and devilishly handsome good looks.”
Inhaling deeply, I turned my body toward him. “Whatever, dude. She’s not worth it. That redhead over there better be ready, because I’m going to screw the shit out of her.”
“Damn, Kitty has you all sorts of messed up.” Clapping his hand on my shoulder, he squeezed it, his way of showing compassion.
Nodding, I turned to look at him. “If you’re going to try, make sure you wear a cup.”
With that, I left him standing there, mulling over what I had just said. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him finally get it--holding is hand over his balls as he scrunched his face, and then shook his head before jogging after me.
An hour later, I found B and let him know that I wasn’t going to stay to help out tonight. I told him I wasn’t feeling up to it, but I’d come back tomorrow afternoon and help out before they opened.
“Is Caroline okay?” he asked, looking around the patio. “I don’t see her.”
“She was tired and went up to bed an hour or so ago, haven’t seen her since.” As much as I wanted to let B know his daughter was a fucking tease and ball buster, I held back. He was ecstatic she was here and I wasn’t going to ruin that for him.
I wasn’t sure what happened between the two of them four years ago, before he came here, and I really didn’t care, but B was like a second father to us guys, and I wasn’t going to hurt his feelings. If it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t have had a place to play or the huge cult following we had.
“I’ll be down here around noon to unlock the door for you, that too early?” he asked, before taking a swig of beer.
“Nah, noon is good, I’ll see you then,” I said before, heading for the parking lot. My conquest was already sitting in the passenger’s seat waiting for me, when I got there.
***
It was eleven and I was fully awake. What am I saying? I never went to sleep. After finding out the carpet and curtains didn’t match, I rolled over and tried to fall asleep, but it wasn’t happening. I grabbed my acoustic baby and headed downstairs to sit on the huge porch that encompassed our house. The guys and I rented a five-bedroom farmhouse from a couple who had moved Down South. Rent was cheap and the privacy was even better.
We had struck a deal with the couple that we’d fix up the house, if they’d cut the rent in half. We’d usually work on it in between construction jobs that my uncle had us doing. We had even done B’s whole upstairs for him, three months ago. He had anticipated having his daughter visit for the summer, so we demolished the upstairs, made the living area minuscule and her bedroom huge, adding the large bathroom and closet.
We all specialized in something different. I did most of the woodwork with JJ, Aiden was good at all the electrical, Trent had a knack for plumbing, and Reece was our demo guy. Together we were the total package--not only could we sing your panties off, we could also fix your house while we did it.
I was on my second cup of coffee and hundredth re-run of last night. Although I enjoyed exploring the interior decorations of the woman who was still sleeping in my bed, I wasn’t into it as much as I usually was, and that was all Caroline James’s fault. Glancing outside, I noticed a van with a taxi sign on top of it. The next thing I see is the redhead, two blondes, and a brunette walking past.
They didn’t say anything to me as they did. They just headed to the door to leave.
JJ came down the hall next. Grabbing a cup of coffee, he joined me at the table. “I’m so glad we have off this morning. I don’t think I could lift a nail,” he said, gulping down his coffee.
Nodding in agreement,
“Well, don’t hold out on me, bro, how was she?” he asked, straightening from the wall.
“A tease,” I said, crossing my arms and continuing to look out at the patio.
“Maybe she’s just not into you, maybe she prefers a man with style and devilishly handsome good looks.”
Inhaling deeply, I turned my body toward him. “Whatever, dude. She’s not worth it. That redhead over there better be ready, because I’m going to screw the shit out of her.”
“Damn, Kitty has you all sorts of messed up.” Clapping his hand on my shoulder, he squeezed it, his way of showing compassion.
Nodding, I turned to look at him. “If you’re going to try, make sure you wear a cup.”
With that, I left him standing there, mulling over what I had just said. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him finally get it--holding is hand over his balls as he scrunched his face, and then shook his head before jogging after me.
An hour later, I found B and let him know that I wasn’t going to stay to help out tonight. I told him I wasn’t feeling up to it, but I’d come back tomorrow afternoon and help out before they opened.
“Is Caroline okay?” he asked, looking around the patio. “I don’t see her.”
“She was tired and went up to bed an hour or so ago, haven’t seen her since.” As much as I wanted to let B know his daughter was a fucking tease and ball buster, I held back. He was ecstatic she was here and I wasn’t going to ruin that for him.
I wasn’t sure what happened between the two of them four years ago, before he came here, and I really didn’t care, but B was like a second father to us guys, and I wasn’t going to hurt his feelings. If it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t have had a place to play or the huge cult following we had.
“I’ll be down here around noon to unlock the door for you, that too early?” he asked, before taking a swig of beer.
“Nah, noon is good, I’ll see you then,” I said before, heading for the parking lot. My conquest was already sitting in the passenger’s seat waiting for me, when I got there.
***
It was eleven and I was fully awake. What am I saying? I never went to sleep. After finding out the carpet and curtains didn’t match, I rolled over and tried to fall asleep, but it wasn’t happening. I grabbed my acoustic baby and headed downstairs to sit on the huge porch that encompassed our house. The guys and I rented a five-bedroom farmhouse from a couple who had moved Down South. Rent was cheap and the privacy was even better.
We had struck a deal with the couple that we’d fix up the house, if they’d cut the rent in half. We’d usually work on it in between construction jobs that my uncle had us doing. We had even done B’s whole upstairs for him, three months ago. He had anticipated having his daughter visit for the summer, so we demolished the upstairs, made the living area minuscule and her bedroom huge, adding the large bathroom and closet.
We all specialized in something different. I did most of the woodwork with JJ, Aiden was good at all the electrical, Trent had a knack for plumbing, and Reece was our demo guy. Together we were the total package--not only could we sing your panties off, we could also fix your house while we did it.
I was on my second cup of coffee and hundredth re-run of last night. Although I enjoyed exploring the interior decorations of the woman who was still sleeping in my bed, I wasn’t into it as much as I usually was, and that was all Caroline James’s fault. Glancing outside, I noticed a van with a taxi sign on top of it. The next thing I see is the redhead, two blondes, and a brunette walking past.
They didn’t say anything to me as they did. They just headed to the door to leave.
JJ came down the hall next. Grabbing a cup of coffee, he joined me at the table. “I’m so glad we have off this morning. I don’t think I could lift a nail,” he said, gulping down his coffee.
Nodding in agreement,
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