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“When the hell did you become my dad, McGraw? Jesus Christ, you act like you’ve never smoked weed before. What are you, to good for it now that you’re so goddamn pussy-whipped? Maybe try and pull your head out of Aubrey’s ass cheeks long enough—”
“You talk about Aubrey like that again, Austin, I won’t hesitate to knock you the fuck out. I don’t care how high you are.”
“What the fuck do you want? What is this a ‘Just say no’ drug campaign? What are you going to do next, Dylan, fry me an egg and tell me that this is what my brain looks like on drugs?”
“Lay off the pain pills. This shit’s highly addicting,” I warned.
“So is pussy, but I never heard you fucking complaining.”
I took one last look at him and left, already knowing that this wasn’t the end.
It was only the beginning.
I drove to Aubrey’s house later that evening. I hit the waves after I left Austin’s place, needing to clear my mind before I saw Aubrey. I didn’t want my sudden change in mood to affect how excited she was about our vacation. Things were great between us.
Better than great actually, and I wanted nothing or no one to ruin that.
We landed close to nine in the morning the next day. I rented a car and drove us up toward our cabin for the week in Pigeon Forge, which was known for being the center of fun in the Smokies. The higher we went the more breathtaking the view got. Aubrey was pretty excited to see some trails near the cabin she could go running on.
“Wow, McGraw,” she admired, peering all around the cabin.
The fireplace was on and there was food in warming trays on the kitchen island that I had delivered just for us. I didn’t want to share her with anyone the entire week, not even housekeeping. I spent a small fortune to have the reclusive cabin that was at the edge of the mountain. I had barely touched any of my college funds that my parents had started when I was born. Spending most of the last year at the apartment I shared with Jacob and Lucas.
The cabin was breathtakingly beautiful with a big open area that had stairs leading up to the master suite. The kitchen was placed directly underneath with barstools below the high granite tops. The thought of eating Aubrey as she sat on the counter immediately crossed my mind.
“Penny for your thoughts, McGraw?” She smirked as I backed her up into the counter, lifting her onto the edge.
“I’d rather show you,” I groaned into her ear.
I got down on my knees, taking her panties with me and did just that.
We spent the next few days in the cabin by ourselves enjoying each other’s bodies mostly. We had our own private hot tub on the deck that we christened a few times. We were all alone, no one around for miles. I purposely had meals delivered so that we wouldn’t have to go anywhere, I had Aubrey and food, what more did I need?
By the fourth day she said we needed to do something other than eat and have sex. She wanted to do some sightseeing, walk around the cobblestone picturesque streets that were crowded with small stores and buy a few souvenirs for everyone. I took her to Dollywood and we rode roller coasters the entire day, screaming and laughing with each other. I literally threw Aubrey over my shoulder for a few rides because she refused to go on them with me. We stayed there till the park closed and then headed back to our cabin where I made up for being, “Such a fucking asshole.”
The next day was mostly spent in bed, but since I promised her that I would take her downtown to shop, I had to get my ass up even though all I wanted was to spend the day buried inside her. We decided to shop around in some of the tourist traps then go grab dinner and barhop.
“My mom would love these!” she exclaimed, grabbing a pair of earrings from the fourth shop. “Do you think Half-Pint would like these?” She held up another pair of earrings to her ears.
“Darlin’, have you ever seen Alex wear jewelry?”
She shrugged. “Exactly. She needs more than just that shark tooth necklace she wears all the time. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her take it off. I’m going to get them.”
She strolled to the next display, running her fingers across an antique jewelry box with a familiarity in her gaze as she smiled to herself.
“My mom used to have one of these. My dad gave it to her when they first started dating. It looked exactly like this. I remember when I was little I used to sit on her bed and watch her get ready for work, pulling out all sorts of shiny jewelry from her special box. My dad would buy her a piece of jewelry every year for their anniversary and he would hide it in her jewelry box. She would pretend to be surprised every time she opened it the next morning,” she yearningly laughed.
“It’s one of the best memories I have from childhood. Things weren’t always bad.” She opened the lid and a pink ballerina came to life, spinning in circles with a soft tune playing.
“It’s ‘Fur Elise’ by Beethoven,” she said out loud, answering the question in my mind.
“When things started getting bad and neither one of them were around very much, I used to go to her room and take the jewelry box back to my bedroom with me. I’d listen to the song until I fell asleep. For some reason it made me feel not so alone.”
My eyes widened, surprised by her confession. She nervously glanced at me, shutting the box and placing it back on the shelf.
She smiled. “So, I think these are the winners,” she announced, changing the subject and holding up the earrings.
I tugged on the ends of her hair and then kissed the tip of her nose. “I think those are perfect.”
