Page 9 of When It's Us
Jennica raises on her toes to kiss me, but I put my hands on her shoulders and set her back a step to stop her.
“Oops,” she giggles, “forgot about your no kissing rule.”
My phone buzzes again, and I fish my keys out of my pocket, giving them both a tight-lipped smile. Neither seems to notice it’s fake as hell.
“See you around,” I say before turning and picking my way through the sea of blankets and sleeping bodies.
I descend the stairs and pull in a lungful of misty California morning air when I'm finally outside. It’s cooler out here and I immediately feel lighter. I’ve never been one to turn down kinky shit, but having an audience of who knows how many while I railed two women is a new one for me.
I briefly consider if this is getting old. I’ve never been a feelings guy, and the sex is usually okay. When I’m with these chicks, coming is my only goal. For them, too, obviously. I’m not a complete asshole. But lately, and I’d never admit this to anyone, even that’s losing some of its luster.
As I head in the direction of my van, my phone vibrates again.
“Jesus Christ, where’s the fire?” I mumble, running a hand through my long hair and pulling out my phone. Clicking into themessaging app, I pull up the messages from my brother. There are a couple from last night and three from early this morning.
Hank:Hey asshole
Hank:I’m gonna need some proof of life dickhead
Hank:Are you dead?? No one has heard from you in a week
Hank:Did you fuck the wrong man’s wife again? Laying in a ditch somewhere?
I roll my eyes. As a general rule, I don’t fuck around with married women. Too messy. I love pussy, but I like it to be…unattached.
But this fucker is never going to let me live that one down. In my defense, that was a year ago and I didn’t know she was married until her husband busted in. I got out of there so fast you’d have thought my ass was on fire. Left my favorite shirt behind, too.
Hank:Put your dick away and text me
I tap out a reply before he calls our mother.
Hutch:Fuck’s sake brother give a guy a chance to wake up
Hank :First of all its ten a.m. you lazy bastard
Hutch:Yeah where you are. Just because you get up at the ass crack of dawn doesn’t mean the rest of us do
Hank:Did you fuck my wife’s best friend in my new house
Ah, so that’s what’s got this asshole’s cargo pants in a twist. With a chuckle, I unlock my VW and pull open the door, memories of the chick with fiery red hair sliding my cock between her plush pink lips pushing into my mind.
Climbing inside, I find a half-empty water bottle and uncap it, swishing the water in my mouth before spitting it out on the asphalt. I tap out a quick ‘no’ before chucking my phone on the passenger seat. Right as I shut the door behind me, it vibrates again.
Hank:You sure about that
I blow out a breath, running a hand down my face. It’s too early for a lecture from my oldest brother.
Hutch:We weren’t in the house we were on the deck
Hank:That’s the same thing asshole
Hutch:No, it’s not and I didn’t fuck her. She blew me and I returned the favor, Dad.
Hank:Hutch fuck. You are such a dick
I huff out a laugh. He’s a touchy bitch, but that makes him more fun to fuck with.
Hutch:What? It’s a free country you know
