ineffective against the memory of the hurt and betrayal on Allie’s face. “When I left for Bozeman did Gramps or Pop say anything to you about a video someone took of us? Of Allie and me? You know, doin’ it?”
Jake groaned. “Don’t tell me you got a sex tape hidden somewhere. Because I gotta tell you, bro, if there is one, I do not want to see it.”
“Her father never told her he got sacked for stealing. She claims Gramps had a video of...” Shit. “Yeah, it’s a sex tape—do not ask anything about it, okay? Anyway, she says Gramps kicked her off the ranch, claiming she was a bad influence.” What the fuck , Gramps? Did you have us followed that day?
“Hell, if Gramps had kicked off all the bad influences we’d have had no help left.” Jake cracked one eye open at him. “And no, I never heard of a video. You think she’s making it up instead of accepting that her father’s a thief?”
“I can believe her father never told her about what he’d been doing, but I don’t know about the video. I don’t think she was lying, but if there was one, I can’t figure out why Gramps wouldn’t have come after me about it. Yelled at me for disgracing the Grady name or somethin’.”
“Bro, you took off a couple days later, remember? And you both got bent out of shape and refused to talk to each other the entire summer.”
Jake had a point, Ben admitted grudgingly. The last person he’d wanted to talk to that summer was his grandfather.
“Then there’s always his old boys-will-be-boys mentality. Remember how he thought it was a waste of time for girls to go to college because they’d just get married and have babies to stay home and look after?” Jake downed another long swig of his beer. “Are you worried about this video getting out?”
“I don’t know.” If it did, it wouldn’t cause much harm to his reputation, but it could destroy Allie’s. “If there was one, do you think Gramps would have kept it?”
Jake shrugged. “I don’t know. Have you checked the office?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t find anything, but Pop cleared most of Gramp’s stuff out right after he died so...”
“If I get a chance, I’ll go through some of the boxes of Gramp’s stuff stashed in the garage. Maybe I’ll get lucky.”
“Thanks.” Ben leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
A good five minutes passed before Jake spoke again. “You realize you’ll owe me if I do find it. Because unless it’s marked ‘Ben’s Sex Tape’ I’ll have to watch it to make sure it’s the right video and I do not want the sight of your naked ass burned into my retinas.”
It wasn’t his naked ass he was worried about Jake—or anyone else—seeing. “You’ll have my undying gratitude.”
Jake snorted. “Yeah, you’ll owe more than that.”
“I’ll buy you tickets to see Miranda Lambert next time she plays in Dallas.”
The silence filled with crickets and the bubbling of the jets that was finally broken by Jake asking, “She still a looker?”
“Yup.” Looker didn’t even begin to describe Allie. And Jake had never seen her naked, wet and glistening in the sun, or felt her nipples hard against his palms. Jake had never tasted them, or heard her moans as he’d sucked hard on them. Jake would never discover the connection of how her pussy would clamp around his cock when he nipped at the tight peaks.
“I think I’ll fire up the barbecue. You want some burgers if I make ’em?” Without waiting for Ben’s answer, Jake hauled himself out of the hot tub and padded buck-nekkid into the house.
Left alone, Ben stared at the stars, frowning. To this day he wasn’t sure if he’d encouraged Logan to touch Allie as a way of showing off, or to stake his claim? Or if it was just a kinky side exhibiting itself. He closed his eyes, wondering, how the hell things had gone as far as they had.
* * *
“Last one in has to finish the rest of the fence line.” Logan shoved his glasses into the glove box. When he
Jake groaned. “Don’t tell me you got a sex tape hidden somewhere. Because I gotta tell you, bro, if there is one, I do not want to see it.”
“Her father never told her he got sacked for stealing. She claims Gramps had a video of...” Shit. “Yeah, it’s a sex tape—do not ask anything about it, okay? Anyway, she says Gramps kicked her off the ranch, claiming she was a bad influence.” What the fuck , Gramps? Did you have us followed that day?
“Hell, if Gramps had kicked off all the bad influences we’d have had no help left.” Jake cracked one eye open at him. “And no, I never heard of a video. You think she’s making it up instead of accepting that her father’s a thief?”
“I can believe her father never told her about what he’d been doing, but I don’t know about the video. I don’t think she was lying, but if there was one, I can’t figure out why Gramps wouldn’t have come after me about it. Yelled at me for disgracing the Grady name or somethin’.”
“Bro, you took off a couple days later, remember? And you both got bent out of shape and refused to talk to each other the entire summer.”
Jake had a point, Ben admitted grudgingly. The last person he’d wanted to talk to that summer was his grandfather.
“Then there’s always his old boys-will-be-boys mentality. Remember how he thought it was a waste of time for girls to go to college because they’d just get married and have babies to stay home and look after?” Jake downed another long swig of his beer. “Are you worried about this video getting out?”
“I don’t know.” If it did, it wouldn’t cause much harm to his reputation, but it could destroy Allie’s. “If there was one, do you think Gramps would have kept it?”
Jake shrugged. “I don’t know. Have you checked the office?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t find anything, but Pop cleared most of Gramp’s stuff out right after he died so...”
“If I get a chance, I’ll go through some of the boxes of Gramp’s stuff stashed in the garage. Maybe I’ll get lucky.”
“Thanks.” Ben leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
A good five minutes passed before Jake spoke again. “You realize you’ll owe me if I do find it. Because unless it’s marked ‘Ben’s Sex Tape’ I’ll have to watch it to make sure it’s the right video and I do not want the sight of your naked ass burned into my retinas.”
It wasn’t his naked ass he was worried about Jake—or anyone else—seeing. “You’ll have my undying gratitude.”
Jake snorted. “Yeah, you’ll owe more than that.”
“I’ll buy you tickets to see Miranda Lambert next time she plays in Dallas.”
The silence filled with crickets and the bubbling of the jets that was finally broken by Jake asking, “She still a looker?”
“Yup.” Looker didn’t even begin to describe Allie. And Jake had never seen her naked, wet and glistening in the sun, or felt her nipples hard against his palms. Jake had never tasted them, or heard her moans as he’d sucked hard on them. Jake would never discover the connection of how her pussy would clamp around his cock when he nipped at the tight peaks.
“I think I’ll fire up the barbecue. You want some burgers if I make ’em?” Without waiting for Ben’s answer, Jake hauled himself out of the hot tub and padded buck-nekkid into the house.
Left alone, Ben stared at the stars, frowning. To this day he wasn’t sure if he’d encouraged Logan to touch Allie as a way of showing off, or to stake his claim? Or if it was just a kinky side exhibiting itself. He closed his eyes, wondering, how the hell things had gone as far as they had.
* * *
“Last one in has to finish the rest of the fence line.” Logan shoved his glasses into the glove box. When he
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