Page 14 of Fires Creek
“Chick from the bar gave me her number. Reckon she wants me to show her boyfriend a thing or two,” I chuckled, sliding into the cab.
Jonas shook his head as a smile creased his jaw. He reached into the console, pulled out a packet of cigarettes, and flicked the top to expose the perfectly wrapped tobacco. I slid one from the packet, easing it between his lips – those fucking lips – before doing the same to my own.
“Thanks for picking me up, bro,” I slurred. Then I sparked the tip of his cigarette, lighting my own immediately after and taking a deep inhale.
“Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t drown yourself in whiskey,” he replied.
I felt the bite of air against my cheeks as I rolled down the window and sighed. “I missed you today,” I confessed.
“You’re the one who stayed in town last night,” he said with a shrug.
“Duty called, brother.”
“By duty, do you mean Eileen?” He asked.
“Yeah, something like that. Who cares?” My eyes darkened as I questioned my brother. Why did he care? He was always prying into the chicks I brought home. He got even weirder about it the first time I brought a bloke back from the bar.
His smile faded as he continued inhaling the cigarette that hung lazily from his lips. They were a faded, rose-like shade of pink – only slightly concealed by the facial hair he always wore. I reckon I could sink my teeth into those lips and be a happy man.
His deep-brown eyes shone like marbles, and the corners creased into soft lines when he smiled.Why are you smiling, Jonas? Did you catch me staring?I sat there in the passenger seat, absorbing the size of him. He was always taller than me, but since he hit his 20s, he sat around 6’3” and would easily clock in at 110 kg of purestrength.Light freckles dusted across the tanned skin of his forearms as they peaked out from the rolls of flannel that were bunched up in the crook of his elbow. The sensation of blood rushing to my dick pulled me out of my trance.
I flicked my cigarette into the ashtray, and my hand reached for the open pack in the centre console at the same time Jonas’s did. Our fingers brushed against each other, forcing electricity to ignite through us at the feel of his calloused skin against my own. He pulled away rapidly, his brow furrowing as he said, “You zapped me, ya prick!” A deep, velvety laugh exploded from him as he shook his head.
“Sorry, man,” I replied.
We continued the drive back home, talking shit about anything and everything. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the spark I felt through my body was something else.
Something worse.
Something… forbidden.
Present Day
I wasup before the Rooster crowed – literally – working on preparing breakfast. The Almighty Alex was still curled up on his dog bed in the lounge room, and the others had yet to surface from our room.Our room…Too soon?
I had just fired up the portable grill when a gravelly voice interrupted the silence. I didn’t have to look to know who it belonged to, he was awake.This is it, the moment of truth…
“Well, good morning to you too, baby.” Teddy slowly closed the gap between us, his underwear hanging lazily off his hips, accentuating the line of hair that I knew led straight to his cock.
God he was gorgeous.
His smoky-green eyes danced as he moved closer to me, a devilish grin creeping over his lips. As he leant into my space, it occurred to me that the last time we were in this spot was when he kissed me last night. My thoughts were interrupted as I felt his breath on my tongue as he dippedhis chin and pressed his lips to mine. I opened my mouth for him instinctively, my hands reaching for his hips. I needed himcloser.
“Morning,” I murmured with a grin. His hands brushed through my hair as he pulled away from our kiss, smiling at me.
“So… you want some help?” he asked.
“Yeah, can you find some eggs?” I laughed in reply.
I should probably mention now that I cannot cook to save my fucking life. I ate most of my meals at the pub, or whatever casserole-thing Mrs Hartford, our neighbour, dropped us.
Teddy shook his head and laughed as he said, “Why don’t we get our girl, go see how the place held up last night, and head into Maverick’s? I am sure Hannah’s cooking will shit on whatever the fuck you were gonna dish up.”
He was right. About both things. We needed to check on the property, and the local diner was well-renowned for its farm-to-table meals. Hannah and her family had been here almost as long as we had. I smiled in agreement and let him take my hand and guide me up the staircase to check on River.
It tookRiver forty-five fucking minutes to get her sweet ass out of bed. I didn’t complain – given that it took her forty-five minutes because the second we appeared to tell her we were going out she pounced on us like a rabid cat. Her flaming hair cascaded down her neck in ribbons as she squeezed herself into what looked like a brand-new pair of Wranglers.
“Need some help there, Red?” Jonas asked, sparking a cigarette and wiggling his eyebrows.
