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I hang up and pull up the BuzzWheel app to see what she’s talking about.
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BuzzWheel
Looks like our very own Brinley Kelly has definitely found something with the new boy in town!
But it wasn’t only Brinley singing Mr. Van Adler’s praises. News hit us that the annual Girl Scouts camping trip at the high school wouldn’t have been nearly as fun without Mr. Adler. Not only did he help put up the majority of people’s tents, but he put together a capture the flag game, making the flags himself out of T-shirts and branches. Yes, ladies, I’m fanning myself too. Then he built a fire to roast hot dogs and marshmallows. If bartending doesn’t work out for him, I think there’s an opening to lead a troop and I don’t think I’m the only one who wouldn’t mind Van Adler sticking around Lake Starlight. He’s the epitome of what we’re all about and embodies all the qualities we love.
What do you say, Van Adler? I’m pretty sure Brinley agrees.
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Under the article are a bunch of comments from a lot of the people who were there, some of whom even attached pictures of me with the girls. The only negative comment is from someone who posted anonymously that I didn’t put up all the tents. Thanks a lot, Drew.
But I’ve never had praise like that before. Sure, my commanders and superiors are complimentary about my performance and families usually gush after I’ve helped save their loved one, but I didn’t save someone’s life this past weekend. I just put together a fun afternoon and these people act like I’m a local hero.
After reading the article again, I do my research to make sure that what I want to do with Brinley is actually happening. I go out to grab a few things we’ll need since I want it to be a surprise and don’t want to give her a list of things to pack. This is if she agrees to go with me at all.
Once I’m all done, I arrive home just after five. I’m supposed to be at work at six, so I go to toss everything in my room and hear something coming from Brinley’s bedroom. It’s a sound I would not expect to come out of there unless I was on the other side of the door with her, so I tiptoe over and put my ear to the door.
“Oh, god,” her breathy voice says. A long, strangled moan falls out of her, and I lean in closer. “Right there. I knew you’d know my body.”
My hand whips to the doorknob, practically strangling it. Why the hell would she tell me all that stuff if she was planning on having someone else?
Anger and jealousy simmer in my blood.
“Come on, harder,” she says, and I lose it.
I knock on the door. “Brinley!” There’s a scrambling sound, and I rattle the doorknob. “Who’s in there with you?”
“Oh my god, Van.” She opens the door, and I barrel in past her like a madman.
“Where is he?” I look in her closet and under her bed like some psychotic jealous lover. She can sleep with whomever she wants. It’s none of my business.
“I’m in here by myself.” Her cheeks are as red as a strawberry in June.
I bite my lip and look down at her. Her pants are unbuttoned and unzipped, revealing a pair of panties I’d love to sink my teeth into.
Holy shit. She was masturbating.
The thought is enough to get me hard in an instant.
She notices her pants are still undone and quickly fastens them up, cheeks bright pink.
“Sorry to act like a caveman, but I can’t listen to you making sex noises. I’m going to add it to the rule board.” I walk out of her room and over to the board. “No masturbation.”
“Are you seriously going to abide by that rule?” she asks from behind me.
I cringe, but she’s right. “I am. It’s a ridiculous pursuit anyway because it’s a waste of my time. I only want you, and my hand doesn’t come close to satisfying.”
She shakes her head with a cheeky grin. “Well, I’ve taught myself how to get off pretty nicely in the years since Sawyer died. I’m a little worried you won’t be able to compete.”
My nostrils flare. “Oh, why don’t you show me? It could help me know what you like and be a small step toward the next stage of our relationship.” I grab her hand and pull her into me. She fits so perfectly, her head landing right under my chin. “You have no idea how badly I’m going to ruin you. Those toys and your fingers are gonna seem like amateurs once I’m done with you.”
And other men, I don’t say. I lean against the wall and hold her hips with my hands.
“I hope you do. Now, I think you’re due at work soon.” She pokes my chest. “And guess what? My mom is kicking me out of the office on Wednesday. Something about my office needing to be checked for pest control?”
