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Chapter Twenty
Rhenn
Listening to Marissa and Jensen carry on over the last three hours has a permanent smile on my face. They’ve been recounting numerous stories of growing up in this house, sharing details of their life together with two other siblings, and giving me a peek into their past. With three of us helping, we knocked out the fourth bedroom upstairs, and I’m not sure why they haven’t all gathered together sooner to take care of it. Other than Marissa being a bit of a control freak when it comes to the bed and breakfast, and wanting to do it herself. Harper even showed up as soon as we sat down to enjoy pizza and a few cold beers on the back patio to celebrate the completion of our task.
“On your way home?” Marissa asks her sister between bites.
“Yeah, it was a busy day. I don’t know why women always feel the need to touch every piece of lingerie in the place,” Harper says, grabbing a beer from the cooler and taking a big pull. “I bet I’ve refolded some of those pairs of thongs five dozen times.”
I glance back and forth between Marissa and Harper as they carry on about women’s fucking panties (yeah, it’s as sexy as you’d think), while Jensen just shakes his head. “You okay?” I ask their brother.
“I don’t know why they feel the need to discuss fucking thongs in front of us all the time.”
“Panties are part of life, killjoy. Everyone wears them,” Harper defends.
“Not everyone,” I reply casually, thinking about the moment I ripped Marissa’s fancy panties off her body and devoured her sweet pussy. She went without them for the rest of the night, not that she needed to wear them.
“Really?” Harper asks, her facing lighting up as she glances to her younger sister. Marissa blushes a thousand shades of red.
“Knock it off before my brain hemorrhages,” Jensen mumbles, taking another drink.
“Seriously, maybe you need to get laid. You and Ashley have been split for two years now. Please tell me it hasn’t been that long since you dipped the pen in the ink,” Harper says, making us all burst into laughter.
“Where did you hear that?” Marissa asks.
Harper shrugs. “I overheard Aunt Emma chastising AJ about making sure she was servicing her husband’s…pen.”
Marissa snorts. “She’s definitely…unusual.”
“That she is,” Jensen interjects. “I thought Samuel was gonna pop a blood vessel when she started offering blowjob advice.”
That makes us all laugh. “You should have heard the time she threw a divorce celebration for her granddaughter Lexi, and her now husband Linkin ended up as the stripper.” I spend the next ten minutes recounting a tale I’ve heard several times over.
We sit there in silence for a few minutes finishing up the beer we each have in our hand. “One more room upstairs?” Jensen asks, tossing his second empty in the trashcan.
“Yep, one more bed and bath, then on to the downstairs. The living room is definitely bad, but the kitchen and dining room are horrible,” Marissa confirms, curling up on her side in the lounge chair. My dick starts to harden as I picture taking her from behind right there. (Preferably without her family around us…)
“I’ll have Max, but if Mom will help watch him for a bit, I can help for a while Saturday. We can work on the furniture in the shed. I bet Samuel can lend a few more hours too,” Jensen offers, standing up and stretching. Just as he puts his arms down, his cell phone rings. I watch his face as he glances at the name on the screen, his features tightening in irritation. “Hello?”
We all try not to listen, but it’s hard, considering he’s standing in the middle of the three of us.
He’s quiet for a few minutes, his jaw tensing. “So sit with him for a bit,” he says, not even bothering to mask the bite in his voice. “Ashley, I don’t understand why there’s always an issue at bedtime. Max has no problems falling asleep when he’s at my place.” Again, he listens, and so do we. “Fine. I’ll stop by on my way home.” Quiet. “Yeah, see you in a few.” Jensen pushes on his screen with a bit too much force and jams the device into his pocket.
“Let me guess, Max won’t fall asleep for her?” Harper asks, her own disdain evident in her words.
“Again. You forgot to say…again,” Jensen replies, exhaling deeply. “I’ll talk to you guys soon. I’ll text Samuel and see if he can help Saturday.”
“I can help after the shop closes,” Harper adds.
“Thank you, guys,” Marissa says, yawning from her chair. I feel a little guilty for keeping her up so late last night (and early this morning), but then I recall exactly why she’s a bit tired today. My cock is already primed for another go.
Harper leaves just a few minutes later, and after making sure the house is secure, Marissa and I head to her little cottage. My bed in the boat is a bit bigger, but frankly, sometimes the smaller bed is the way to go. Now she won’t be able to get too far away from me when we’re naked and lying together beneath the sheet.
* * *
We continue to work on the remodel and renovation of Grayson Bed and Breakfast, sometimes side by side. Marissa puts everything she has into cleaning, redecorating, and getting each room ready to be occupied. It’s been pretty fucking cool watching the process throughout the week.
Speaking of occupied, since the weekend, we’ve occupied either her bed or my own. We’ve enjoyed dinners on her porch and a few on my boat, and even went sailing on Wednesday night during sunset. I’m still choosing to ignore the way my heart sped up with her in my arms and the way the moonlight illuminated her blonde hair, making it somehow shine even brighter than the stars in the sky. I’ll ignore it because, at the end of the day (or specifically, the end of this job), it won’t matter that I really just like spending all of my free time with her.
