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The cool night air hits my face as I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with its refreshing chill. That’s so much better.
In contrast to the busy and loud bar inside, out here everything is calm and quiet.
I lean against the building and look up at the sky. It's a pretty clear night so the shimmering stars are easily visible. I stare a moment longer hoping to see a shooting star. I've only seen two in my life.
I give up my search and look back down to see a woman across the street jogging by. Her dark wavy ponytail swinging with every movement and her full breasts bouncing up and down. Unaware of my gaze, she remains fully engrossed in the pathway ahead, lost in her own little world. She sings along to a tune streaming through the white earbuds hanging delicately in her ears. I don't know why she has me cracking a smirk and continuing to watch her until she’s completely out of sight.
Chapter 4
Cole
I walk out of the bar with the two blondes I just picked up attached to my arms and find Callum staring after some brunette with a sweet ass running by. This is the most attention I've seen my brother give another woman. There’s plenty of chicks inside Sticks & Stones, but he’s out here watching this one. That plump ass is pretty nice but besides that, what the hell is so special about her that has my little brother staring after her like she’s the last damn sunset he’ll ever see?
“Hey man,” I say to Callum, interrupting whatever fantasy he’s in.
“Fuck!” he says startled and turns around taking a look at my company.
“We’re ready to go,” I tell him with a big cheesy smile.
Chapter 5
Callum
I'm in my room laying on my bed staring up at the ceiling while I hear the threesome happening out in the living room. Probably on my nice couch. I don't know why he couldn’t take them to his room. The sounds of skin smacking, moans, and things being knocked over fill my ears. I grab the pillow and fold it over my ears. No thanks. I hold it there until I fall asleep.
The next morning I find the living room in a mess of clothes, naked bodies, beer and a broken lamp. Now I'm down to one lamp out here. Great. I better not find any bodily fluids on my couch. I make my coffee and make my way to the porch to the swinging bench my grandfather had built. I had to fix it up a bit but it was practically good as new now.
Cole pops his head out the front door, “Hey, can I use your truck to take them back to town?”
“Please do.”
The sooner I get them out of here the better.
After Cole leaves I take it upon myself to clean up the mess they left. My brother was never one for cleaning up after himself. Neither was our dad. I've always been the one to clean up. There was only one time I can recall when Cole took care of a mess, one he actually hadn't even made. A mess I had made. And he took care of it. When it comes down to it, Cole is there for me, always has been. He’s been the true big brother. Protecting me from Dad, taking the hits that were meant for me, taking the blame so he got Dad’s wrath instead. So really, the least I can do is help clean up after him. Plus, he’s been in prison for fifteen freaking years. I gotta let the man enjoy his freedom.
A few hours later I'm wondering where Cole is. It doesn't take this long to go to town and back. Unless he’s fucking them again in my truck somewhere or picked up a different whore.
It’s Sunday so I turn on the TV to watch some football, allowing myself a distraction from the gnawing uncertainty of where the fuck Cole could be.
The sun set hours ago and it's now 10:00 p.m. What the fuck. I have work in the morning. My truck better be back here before I need to leave. I'm also picking him up a phone tomorrow so I can call and bitch at him when he pulls this shit.
Another hour later and he is strolling through the door. Clearly wasted.
“Look Cole, I want you to have your fun and enjoy your freedom but I can't be having you driving my truck around wasted. What if you got pulled over? You literally just got out of prison man. I don't want to be worrying about you like this.”
“So don’t. I'm fine. It's fine. Everything’s fine, little bro. I got back here safely. Your truck is in one piece. It's all good,” he says half slurring his words.
There's no use even talking to him in this state anyway. I can't baby him. I just don't want to lose my brother when I just got him back.
Over the following weeks I manage to talk my boss, John, into giving Cole a job working with us. I also help Cole renew his license and buy another truck. It's older and looks a bit run down but it gets him around and I think he’s happy to have that extra freedom of having a vehicle he doesn't have to ask to borrow.
He’s been doing pretty good at work. He follows directions and has been picking things up quickly. He’s always been a fast learner. He goes out almost every night though. I assume to go get his dick wet. He surprisingly rarely brings women back home nowadays. I don't know why. I never said he couldn't. I really don't mind, as long as they keep the breaking things to a minimum. His drinking though has increased. It seems to be every day and I imagine if he wasn't at work he would be drinking all day long too. I do worry though, afraid he’ll follow in Dad’s footsteps with the excessive drinking and become a much darker version of himself.
“I'm tired of these used up pussies. They’re all beginning to feel the same,” Cole says.
“Well, you could always not go after the bar whores. And maybe find a nice wholesome girl to wed.”
“Get the fuck outta here with that shit. We ain't wedding no one and you know it. I just want something new, fresh. Maybe check out some spots further into town. Maybe the diner. Get a cute little waitress. Bend her over while she cooks us eggs in the morning.”
