“You live ten minutes away!” Caleb calls back, trying to pull on some pants, but only manages one leg.
“Hurry up, you ass eater!”
Liam thumps on the door and cackles.
“You did this,” Caleb says to me, trying to figure out what to do with his shirt.
I point to the bathroom, noting that he still has cum dripping down him.
“Shower, Caleb.”
CHAPTER SIX
“What are we doing today?” I ask as I step onto the faded porch next to Caleb.
We ate breakfast just minutes ago—a hearty meal of eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns.
I may have watched Caleb shovel food into his mouth like a sexy orc, all while wondering if I could stuff my cock between those lips, too.
It made my pants unbearably tight.
Doesn’t help that he’s wearing a torn shirt, jeans, and another hat. This time it’s facing forward. It’s just as detrimental as when he puts it on backward.
The grungy style is doing things for me.
Who knew I had a thing for men like him?
I desperately try not to look at him.
It’s hard not to when I know what he looks like falling apart.
Caleb scratches his stomach and then peers over at me.
“You’ll see,” he says with a grin and then hops down the stairs toward his three cousins. I’m left to follow.
And that’s when I realize what’s happening.
The thing in the yard I figured was some kind of weird art installation is actually something Caleb expects me to get into.
“Are you serious?” I ask, and Caleb bounces on his toes, his lips curling up in a smile.
“Yep.”
“And you’re driving?”
“Yep.”
“There are no doors.”
“Nope.”
“And no roof.”
“Nope. Say hello to Betsy.” He pats the monstrosity tenderly. “Betsy, this is Whit.”
“You’ve named it?”
“Yep.”
