Page 24 of Back in the Country
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WAYLON
There is nothing, and I mean absolutelynothing,worse than being a man in your thirties and having your mother scream across the yard about sex and grandchildren.
“Waylon…” Marlee’s voice is a whisper hiss but it’s also breathy and super fucking hot. My dick twitches despite our unwanted audience.
“Give me a minute.”
Honestly, there is no amount of deep breathing that is going to get me through this encounter with any dignity. I let Marlee slide down my front which—spoiler alert—is not helping calm me the fuck down.
It’s been a while, and the fact that we havethegirl—notagirl butthegirl—is not lost on the appendage currently fighting its denim confines.
“Is she gone yet?” I whisper to Marlee while absolutely making sure she is firmly blocking my…situation.
“No.” Marlee cough-laughs and I pinch the bridge of nose with my thumb and forefinger.
It would be different if this had happened with one of my brothers or even Rhea. I could murder any one of my siblings and hide the body, no problem, but I can’t even joke about that with my mother.
I mean there’s the obvious point—she’s my mother. The second point is that if she did happen to perish…unexpectedly…she would most definitely come back and haunt the shit out of me and absolutelyno oneneeds that.
“Is this karma for me pissing off Hank today?” I grumble to the universe.
Marlee snorts before doubling over with laughter I seriously don’t appreciate.
“I’m glad you’re so amused,” I snap before confirming I’m under control and then turning toward my mother.
She’s smirking.
The she-devil herself is smirking at her grown-ass son that she just cockblocked.
Un-fucking-believable.
“Hey Mama,” Marlee yells and waves with her free hand. I look down to find that her other hand is holding mine, our fingers threaded together.
Huh. How lust drunk am I?
“Uh-huh.” She points a menacing finger at us as she yells across the yard. “Y’all take your private time inside. I walked in on enough of you boys masturbating to make my eyes bleed,” she says, exasperated. “I don’t need to see it from my front porch now that you’re grown!”
I’ve seen a lot of things and I’ve done a lot of things that made me believe I could no longer get embarrassed, but I was wrong.
So. Very. Wrong.
My face is scarlet-red and it has nothing to do with the sun beating down on us. Marlee looks both appalled and gleeful as her gaze bounces between Mama and me. I’d like to crawl under a rock and die of mortification, but it doesn’t look like that’s currently an option.
“Sorry, Mama, won’t happen again,” Marlee says sweetly, and I swear I see a twinkle in my mother’s eyes.
“See to it that it doesn’t. I don’t want to have to tell your daddy about this.” She gives us one last parting glare before sweeping into her house and slamming the door.
“Well, that was…” Marlee’s words trail off, but what else is there to say?
That was some absolute fuckery, and there is no chance in hell anyone is getting laid. My cock is torn between being devastated and properly chastised.
I can relate.
“Let me walk you home.”
We turn toward her house and walk in silence for a few moments.
