Page 56 of Salvage Him
Ten minutes later, the glass was empty, and Mrs. Davenport was taking hermorningnap.
Seth hitmyleg.
"Hey, you want to see something?" he said with the same mischievous smile he used the first time he invited Justin and me into Mrs. Davenport'shouse.
I shook my head and followed himinside.
"I wonder who gets this old place when she's gone?" Iasked.
"Mrs. Davenport's going to live longer than you,"Sethsaid.
I laughed. We entered the study, and our eyes automatically went to her wall ofhonor.
"The woman lived her life with no fear. It must be nice,"Sethsaid.
"Yeah." I reached out and straightened one of thephotos.
Seth pulled a folder offherdesk.
"You know that piece of property on Versailles she owns. Theslavehome."
"Yeah," I said and rolled my eyes. We were such punks back intheday.
The house had real Southern charm with a wraparound porch on the first and second floor. It had huge white columns, four of them, that obscured the front of the house. We use to joke that if one of those columns fell, the whole house would collapse. The slaves built it that way to conspire to kill theirMaster.
I told you we arestupid.
"She wants us to tear it down. She's selling theproperty."
"Why's she tearing it down? Why doesn't she sell itasis?"
"It was the first home she lived in with Mr. Davenport, but it doesn't hold good memories. She held on to it because she figured her kids wouldwantit."
"Have you been in it?" I flipped through the photos of the place. "It might have some wood I cansalvage."
"The lot’s not huge, but the house is too big for it. She doesn't think anyone would buy itanyway."
I handed thephotosback.
"Let's go takealook."
We arrivedat the place ten minutes later. It looked tired. It sagged on its foundation, barely able to holditselfup.
I stood in front of the house while Seth finished a phone call. There were a few trees in the front yard, but the house sat back on the lot, further back than the rest of the houses on the street. I walked around to the side; the driveway entrance was on the side street, ideal for this neighborhood, no maneuvering the alley. I closed my eyes, and a vision of my dream house popped inmyhead.
The modern structure the exact opposite of the house sitting here now. A combination of Justin's signature style along with my woodwork would make for an awesome modern place, but not too far off to stand out in the oldneighborhood.
I look up and see Brooklyn working in her office on the second floor. Oblivious that the angle allowed me to peek up her skirt. I enter my workroom and take a seat at my desk, working on a sketch. I feel Brooklyn's gaze on the back of my neck as she stands at the top of the stairs. I command her to come to me, to kneel in front of me. Her hands rub my cock through my jeans. She unzips me, and the sound solicits a grunt. She pulls me out and wraps her lips around the head. She works hard to distract me, her head bobbing up and down on my cock. I pretend not to notice, but no way could I concentrate on anything else besides her pretty lips wrapped around me. At one point, I would abandon my work, grab her face, and fuck it until Iunloaded—
"Dude, you coming?" Seth asked from the frontporch.
"What?" I narrowedmyeyes.
"What's wrong with you? You coming in the house?" Seth held hishandsout.
"Oh,yeah."
I shook the image out of my head, adjusted myself, andfollowedhim.
