With a moan, an orgasm tore through me, hot cum spurting from my cock. It dripped down my hand, pooling on my lowerstomach. My chest rose and fell with deep gasps, my eyes closing as I let the euphoric feeling relax every part of me.
Friday.
Just had to make it to Friday.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dallas
I’d fucked off for another couple hours before finally making myself get in my truck to drive over to my brother’s house. By the time I pulled into Austin’s driveway, I wasn't surprised to see a pitcher of tea sweating on a wicker glass table with him seated in one of the worn rocking chairs he'd nabbed from our parents house years ago.
The thing about my brother was that while the two of us had our moments, at the end of the day, he was one of my best friends.
And god, I needed a friend right now.
“Morning,” he drawled as I hopped out.
“It's too late in the day to be saying morning,” I said as I went up the porch steps. “It’s noon. That’s not morning.”
“Oh, someone is grumpy.”
Not grumpy. Just wondering what the hell I was doing.
Austin studied me closely. “Now I'm so curious. What did the pretty artist do to you?”
I plopped down on the chair on the other side of the table and poured myself a glass of tea. “You know, when you do this, it makes me feel like an old woman.” I gestured to the pitcher.
Austin narrowed his eyes on me. “Are you complaining?”
I sighed and leaned back, focusing my attention on his yard. It was like the hotel, unique and well taken care of.
That was the thing about Austin. He always was good at taking care of anything but himself. Me included.
“I’m not complaining,” I finally said. “Have you heard from Mom recently?”
“Oh, I see,” he chuckled. “We have to warm up to the actual topic. Got it. Yes, she’s doing fine. She sent pictures from Lisbon a couple days ago.”
Our mother had informed the three of us last month that she was taking a cruise from Lisbon to Galveston with three of the new friends she’d met in a Facebook group for widows. After Austin and I spent two hours looking into every single one of them, and verifying the cruise was actually legit, we’d been happy for her. Apparently it had been Avery’s idea, which she’d forgotten to mention. Whatever got our mom out of Whynot and living her life, I wanted for her.
“If you checked our family chat, you would have seen it,” Austin poked at me.
“Yeah, well . . .” I didn’t have an excuse. I was bad at checking that chat. “I went on a lunch date with Madi yesterday.”
“I’m sure you will not find it shocking to know I already knew this.” He took a slow sip of his tea, his eyes pinned on me. “Word travels fast, you know. I’m pretty sure everyone in Whynot was watching the two of you like hawks.”
God. I’d known it, but I shook my head at the confirmation. That’s just part of being in a small town. I’ve grown to accept it’s how things were here, even if I didn’t like it a lot of the time.
“We have a date on Friday. Yesterday we talked about BDSM.”
“What?”Austin's mouth dropped and he leaned forward. “You’ve known her for like three fucking days, Dallas.”
I bristled. “She’s been here for a week already, actually. More than. And so what? I like her. A lot.” I met his gaze until he raised a brow.
He was giving methatlook. It was annoying, the one where he didn't outright disagree with something I was doing, but was definitely questioning me about it.
I scoffed. “Don't tell me you've suddenly taken up the priesthood and are now a prude.”
“No, it's not that. It's just . . . Well, what about June?”
