“Ask Colin what he thinks later when you’re trying it on,” I tell Sydney.
I have zero remorse when Colin leans his head back to the ceiling, and I know his mind is being assaulted with nearly the same images I’m fighting, the only difference being the woman on her knees. I look at my phone and realize I’ve got an opportunity to dash out of here.
“I need to stop back by the restaurant real quick before heading home. You all need anything else from me?” I ask, looking at everyone at the table but letting my gaze linger on her.
Ava’s as affected as I am. I see it. She’s also fighting it as hard as I am, and the sight has me needing to get the hell out of here before I lose it. When she licks her bottom lip to moisten it, I inwardly groan. How am I supposed to get through tomorrow night? Not to mention, we are all crashing at Colin’s afterwards since we are guaranteed to be wasted.You’re fucked.
They all shake their heads, indicating that I’m free to escape. I say a quick goodbye and book it out of there.
8
Mark
I’m painfully aware of my cock when I wake Saturday morning after one hell of a dream starring a raven-haired beauty with ruby red lips riding me in ways that had me groaning as if I were in pain. I can still feel the soft skin of her hip bones beneath my fingertips, which only causes me to reach out and stroke my cock underneath the tented blanket. I close my eyes and imagine how her pussy stretched around me, squeezing me tightly as she rocked until she unraveled. I come hard with a guttural curse and her name on my lips, not caring that I’m going to have to strip my sheets again.
I start the laundry after my shower then grab a quick PB&J to carry with me to my workshop. I built this little baby a couple years ago so that I didn’t have to keep driving to the warehouse. I leave that workshop for the commissions dealing with work. This one is all for me. I’ve been tinkering with this whimsical idea ever since I stepped foot into Ava’s place last month.
She gardens, and I got a peek through her kitchen window while I was making that pizza as she was getting comfortable. She’s got this gorgeous little area in her garden with a cute bench and a tiny pond. I imagine her sitting out there reading, and the girl reads a lot from the books I found scattered in odd places, like she has a different story for every room. I smirk at the idea of her getting lost in love stories spanning all the different genres. I noticed a few I’ve seen mentioned on TikTok, so she’s definitely on the adventurous reading side. I wonder about all the interesting things she’s learned from them. If I’m being honest, I’d like to learn a few things from them myself.
Anyway, the idea of this cute little outside table with exposed roots leading to a twisted trunk that branches up into a canopy of leaves just wouldn’t leave me alone, so I had to make it. I had to bring this whimsical idea to life. I run my hand over the sanded roots that remind me of the ones exposed on the tree that helped us pull Colin out of that ravine last fall. I’m so thankful God planted that tree there. Without it, we would’ve lost him.
I swallow the ball of emotion that thought leaves behind as my hand climbs the twisted trunk. This part was the most fun to shape and carve. It reminds me of something you’d have imagined straight out of aLord of the Ringsmovie. She had those ACOTAR books on a shelf too, so if she doesn’t feel the elven vibes I envisioned, maybe the whole Fae vibe will still reach her. I saw the series’ hallmark signature of all its bright colors blaring from a shelf across the room. Fantasy is nothing new to her. I trace the pointed edges of the “leaves” I designed hanging from the bottom of the flat top and follow the lines up what I’ve begun to carve across the top of the tree. They’re not crazy deep since it’s a table top, but they give the leaves dimension. This thing is going to be one of my most favoritepieces, and I just hope she loves it as much as I do. I’ve already got dozens of pictures of it on my phone capturing the little details. I wonder if I’ll ever get the balls to give it to her. Maybe I’ll just stick it next to her bench one day and not say anything at all. Yeah, I kind of dig that idea.
I crank up my Spotify playlist and get lost in my work for a few hours. It’s not until my phone rings that I realize I’m behind on time. Crap, I got freaking distracted. Time to go hop in the shower. I pick up the buzzing phone and answer as I walk out the workshop’s door.
“Dude, at least tell me that you are at home getting ready and not at the warehouse?” Trystan asks when I tell him I got lost in a project.
“Yes. Running inside to jump in the shower. Be there in thirty.”
“I’m glad I set a reminder to call you. Get your ass here. I’ve got your pink shirt.”
“Shit. I forgot about the shirt. Baby pink or hot pink?”
“Hot pink as fuck.”
“I’m gonna rock that bitch.”
Trystan chuckles and hangs up.
I run through a quick shower, spruce up with my “deadly” arsenal of smell good shit, and throw my toiletries in my kit to stash at Colin and Sydney’s. Pulling on a charcoal henley tee over my medium wash jeans, I slip on some sneakers before snagging my keys and rushing out the door.
When I walk in Colin’s door, Trystan meets me with a shot and my bright-as-hell, hot pink shirt. I open it up and read, “I bring the P to the Party.” I grin, knowing they chose that on purpose for me. The back has BEST MAN across the shoulder area.
“So, who’s bringing the A to the Party?” I ask suggestively.
“Depends on what or who you’re asking about. Ass? We got plenty of that getting ready to come down the stairs. Ava? We got her too.” Trystan winks at me and smacks me in the chest as I scowl half-heartedly at him.
I hear a raucous bunch of giggles as the girls start making their way down from upstairs. They look like a neon sign flashing “Good Time” written all across them. We’re all pretty proud of our loud bunch of girls. Nobody’s going to bother them tonight. I start ripping off my tee in order to pull on the pink one when I freeze because a pair of chocolate eyes capture mine. She’s got on a pair of break-your-neck, fuck-me heels with a black mini-skirt, dangerously close to flashing me some panties. Her hair is all down and curly, and those damn lips that drive me crazy are rimmed in a blazing hot pink.FUUUCK.Her eyes have been dolled up in smoky greys and blacks and lined with a stark liner. My breath stutters out as I finish pulling off my shirt. They all freeze mid-step and WHOOP collectively at my display of skin. I can’t hold back my smirk and enjoy the way her eyes sparkle and explore every exposed inch. Her gaze causes a ton of prickles to scatter across my skin. I pull the pink shirt over my head, breaking the tension, but the disappointed sighs don’t fail to make me feel good inside.
“Maybe you’ll all get another peek later ladies. You’ll have to get me all liquored up first though.”
They cheer again, and I inwardly groan when Ava’s teeth graze across her bottom lip.
“Time to load up! Guys, grab the coolers; Ladies, double check you have everything you need!” Trystan commands, and I can see his rank showing through. I bet he was a great lieutenant. I would’ve followed him anywhere.
“We got everything!” Brynleigh hollers over the voices as she sidles up next to me.
“Hey, sis. You gonna be able to keep up with this wild bunch tonight?”
