Page 5 of Your Two Lips
“I usually ride weekly with Dan and the merry men back there. Dan’s the devastatingly handsome one in the green shirt.” Her eyes turned a little gooey as she gestured toward the pool tables.
I glanced back, seeing Dan, but I couldn’t make out any others with the crowd between us.
“Come riding with us this Saturday!” Carrie’s voice went up an entire octave. “It’s very casual. You should come. Are you free?”
Saturday was the preferred workday at the spa because it was busier, so bigger tips. As the new kid, I got Sundays.
“I’m free. Are you sure your friends won’t mind?”
“I’m sure, but let’s ask them.” She looked over my shoulder with a big smile.
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FINN
“Hello, hotness.”Lucas, my cocky-ass older brother, had his eyes on the bar. I refused to bite. I leaned over the pool table and focused on making the shot. It was a distraction tactic. Lucas would try any means necessary to win. I might not be a slick app developer, but I could at least take his ass down in pool.
No, I couldn’t. I missed, and the game was his to lose.
“Ha, it's not your night, brother.” Lucas turned back to the table.
“I know you just got here today, but do you really need to stay through Sunday? Can’t you finish reviewing the farm’s festival proceeds from Seattle?”
“You love having me here,” he said. “Plus, Sunday is Mother’s Day. Can’t miss that.”
“I’m not sure I can take four whole days of you.”
Lucas grinned, lining up his next shot. “It’s not my fault you suck at pool.”
“Fuck off,” I said.
Deep down, Lucas wasn’t an asshole. I was tired. Mornings in the fields, afternoons in the farm office, and evenings tinkering with mountain bikes made for exhausting days.
Dan, my long-time best friend and definitely not an asshole, cleared his throat.
I looked up and sucked in a breath. Damn. Sitting at the bar near Dan’s girl Carrie was a disruptively beautiful woman. Her long, blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, showing her face with glowing skin but a guarded expression. The tight, stretchy fabric of her top was hugging very perky breasts and the curve of her waist.
I rubbed my eyes. Another rich tourist. She had money. It showed in the way she held herself with quiet confidence. Housing, food, and bills were not a concern.
Tall, slim, and athletic, she probably worked out daily since she didn’t have to work for a living. It seemed to me they all had personal trainers. My workout program was mostly just working out in the fields.
My brother, Lucas, loved the season of heat—his words, referring to the wealthy women vacationing here each summer, looking for a hot fling as stress relief. Sex with a workin’ man might as well have been part of the advertised amenities. Lucas, now a wealthy tech guy himself, leaned heavily on our local farm-boy upbringing whenever he was in town and wanted company.
I was the real-deal local farm-boy and had my share of fun in the past. Hooking up for a no-strings night was a fantastic opportunity for sexual exploration and satisfaction. I had more than one woman ask me to fuck her hard against the wall or bathroom stall two hours after meeting me when I’d bet they made their more suitable boyfriends back home stick to the basics with the lights off.
Not anymore. I was no longer interested in being anyone’s amenity. It wasn’t a game, and I never treated anyone like a plaything. Realizing that’s how some of these rich women saw me was a blow I hadn’t seen coming.
Fun was fun, but someone setting out to hide the truth and use me, that was different. I got burned, and until I figured out how that happened, how I had been so blind, I was avoiding women, rich ones in particular.
Someday I would find a nice girl, pretty eyes, and a little college loan debt. With her, I could make a genuine connection. That’s what I wanted, something real.
I watched the beautiful one as she chatted with Carrie. I couldn’t help it. She was stunning, with her head held high. She smiled, and it was … sweet, yet still sultry. The vision of her riding me, her eyes shining as she gazed down at me, was already assaulting my resolve. I saw it so clearly. My dick did, too.
With a sigh, I turned back to the table and tried to think of anything disgusting, like the rotting chicken we used to bait crab pots sometimes. Hard to believe something so awful could catch something so tasty when freshly cooked on the shore. An image popped into my head of her by a campfire, eating crab and licking butter from her fingers. That didn’t help.
Lucas said something asinine to Dan as he turned back to the pool table. He was planning his attack, and I was not in the mood to watch him with this beauty. She seemed different. The skin on the back of my neck prickled with alarm. I needed to stay away.
Lucas moved around, lining up shots. Dan caught my eye. “Have you found a partner for the SkyRamp race?”
