Page 33 of Property of Woods

“How’s Faye handling you having another woman sleeping in your bed?”

“How do you think?”

“Not great, by the looks of her.”

I follow his line of sight.My wife is wearing next to nothing.If her black leather skirt gets any shorter, every man here will be able to count her pussy hairs.Not to mention the sheer black triangles barely covering her tits.I don’t know why she bothered to wear anything at all.

She shoots me a nasty look and struts across the yard to where my brother is perched on one of the picnic tables getting his ink.

Shaggy presses a hand to my chest.“She’s doing this to get your attention.”

“Yeah, well.She’s got mine and every asshole here’s eyes on her.”I push him away and storm toward her as she makes a fucking spectacle of herself.

“Welcome home, Dirty.”She leans in and kisses him practically on the mouth.

Dirty smirks at me.My twin brother has always loved my hand-me-downs.I raise my beer at him.Faye wants to cause a scene, but I’m not playing into her bullshit.If she thinks flirting with my fresh out of jail brother is going to make me jealous, she’s dead wrong.

I grab hold of her by the back of the neck, giving her a squeeze in warning.If she keeps this shit up, I’ll choke the shit out of her and not in the way she likes it in the bedroom.She can be pissed at me all she wants, but what she won’t do is show her ass and disrespect me in front of my men.

“Nice of you to join us,” I grit in her ear, leaning in close like I’m kissing her neck.“Cut the shit, Faye.Unless you want me to punish you in front of everyone.”

“Can’t be any more embarrassing than having your new whore sleeping in our bed and riding bitch in my seat on the back of your bike,” she hisses.

Dottie pretends not to hear our conversation because she’s got some fucking decency, unlike my wife.

I haven’t told Dirty about Jessika and can tell that Faye has piqued his interest.The last thing I need is him getting into my personal business.

“Sound like I’ve missed a lot.Can’t wait for you to tell me all about it.”My brother grins, loving every second of the drama.

“Later.After I take Faye home.”

“I just got here.Dirty wants me here, don’t you?”she pouts her lips and flutters her lashes at him.

“Stay.Don’t stay.I don’t care, sweetheart.I’m going to go find some whores to party with.Pay Dottie for me, will ya, bro?”

I release Faye and hand Dottie a wad of cash.“If this doesn’t cover it, tell Cash.He’ll get you squared up.”

“Thanks, Woods.”

“Don’t mention it.Maybe I’ll bring Faye back to get the imprint of my hand on her ass after I tan it.”

Dottie laughs, and my wife glares at me.“I’m getting a drink.Or do I need your permission for that, too?”

“Depends on if you can behave.”

She rolls her eyes and storms off while Dottie calls for the next in line for new ink.

I lose track of my bitch of a wife and see my brother going off with Kiki and Gabbie.Probably going to jack off while watching them do each other.Good for him.He deserves some fun after being locked up.Dirty is like a wild animal that can’t be caged.Fuck knows anyone who has tried has gotten bitten on the hand or the ass.

“All right, ladies.Line up.It’s time for the wet t-shirt contest.Winner gets a hundred dollars,” Silo announces.

Madz blows him a kiss and is the first to step up to compete for the honor.‘Pour Some Sugar on Me’ byDef Leppardblares from the outdoor speakers.Silo, Poet, Cash, Dover, and Popeye line up with their buckets of water.Madz struts her ass back and forth across the small stage we have setup for when we have live music, dressed in a pair of black booty hugging shorts and a white wife beater.Stopping in the middle, she crooks a finger at one of them, inviting them to get her all wet.

Poet slings water all over her, making her shirt see through, leaving nothing to the imagination, including the outline of the barbells going through her nipples.The guy’s hoot and holler.

Anya is up next.Girl has hella ass for days but could be the captain of the itty-bitty titty committee.She gets a few cheers to her disappointment.

A couple of other hangarounds I don’t recall the name of take their turns.

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