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“Right. You going to get that orange juice? I don’t know what I’m supposed to do if a woman faints on me.”
“Orange juice. Right.” Nodding, I walk to the cabinet to take out a small vintage juice glass with dancing citrus slices on it. I’ve been drinking orange juice out of these same glasses since I was old enough to hold one and not throw it on the floor. Carefully, I fill the glass with orange juice, holding on for dear life to my grocery list.
“Why are your clothes on the kitchen table? You’re a little old to live in a frat house, Lil.”
“What?” I look frantically at the table where my dress from last night and my bra are lying. Oh, my god! “Oh, there’s a… a rip in my dress. So, I put it out to mend it. The bra, too. It has a rip in it. A big one. I’m going to mend them later. This afternoon. Today. Going to get out Grams’ old sewing machine and everything.”
At least my dirty underwear aren’t on the kitchen table, too. That might be harder to explain. Wait, where the hell are my underwear? Scanning the kitchen, I don’t see them. What the hell?
“Are you sure nothing’s wrong? More than the fainting thing?”
“No, nope. I’m good. Okay. Good. I’ll get dressed, so we can go. Why don’t you wait for me in the living room?”
Jameson and I never went into the living room, so it should be safer in there. Definitely safer than the kitchen, where my misplaced pair of dirty underwear could jump out from hiding at any moment and ruin my life.
“Sure,” Gunnar replies, slowly shaking his head as he walks into the living room.
After one final failed scan for my underwear, I escape to my room, where I have a chance to read Jameson’s note.
Thanks for the best night I’ve ever had, babe. You made me work up an appetite. I stole an apple. I’ll find a way to pay you back. It’s not as sweet as your apple pie, but it’ll have to do until next time.
- J
Jameson has another thing coming. Because there isn’t going to be a next time.
chapter eight
jameson
As I step off of Lily’s back porch, I take a big bite out of the apple I swiped from her kitchen counter. Almost as big of a bite as I took of her ass last night.
Holy fuck. I’ve always known Lily was pretty. As I got older, I figured out she was hot, too. But it wasn’t until she licked a line of salt off of my abs that I knew I wanted to fuck her. I didn’t think it was actually ever going to happen, though. As much as I’ve wanted it to, I’ve known Lily for too long. And this town is just too damn small.
I don’t know what convinced her to fuck me last night, but I’m sure as hell grateful to whatever it was. The way Lily was with me last night? It was better than I could have imagined. And I’ve been thinking about fucking her a lot lately. But how good she was at sucking my dick? How good she was at taking it in her pretty, little pussy? If I’d had any idea, I would have tried to take her home from the Goldrush years ago.
Once I followed her to her bedroom, I kept my word and made her come two more times in my mouth with her thick thighs over my shoulders. Lily sucked my dick again, and then I fucked her until we both came.
I might not know much, but the one thing I do know is that this wasn’t a one-night stand. You walk away from those not wanting more. More is all I want from Lily. I need a lot more nights like last night.
Keeping an eye out to see if anyone’s watching, I open the back gate and walk to my truck across the street and down a bit. Not that I care who sees me because I don’t give a shit. I’d be happy to stand in the middle of Grove Street with a loudspeaker announcing how good Lily Wilson just fucked me. But if she doesn’t want the entire town knowing she’s sleeping with me, fine. It’s a small town. People talk. I get it. I honestly don’t care if we’re sneaking around, as long as she keeps on fucking me like she did last night.
Keeping to the backroads, I head towards the other end of town where my brother Jasper and I live in a two-bedroom apartment. Unfortunately for me, our place is just about as far as you can get from Lily’s house and still be within Western Springs city limits.
When Jasper came back home from overseas for good this time, we got an apartment together in town. I wanted to move out of the farm and have some space, and Jasper needed space too, after what he did and saw over there. Not that he ever talks about any of it. I’m never sure if he’s trying to protect us or himself by not talking about it. But I think it’s better to just talk about shit and get everything out in the open.
After pulling my truck into my parking spot out front, I head inside. Our place is in one of only two apartment buildings in town. Each one is two stories high and only has about twenty units, all singles or two bedrooms.
It’s not fancy, but we don’t need much more than the two bedrooms, small u-shaped kitchen, bathroom, and living room. Everything’s painted white, except Jasper painted his room blue. There’s no art or decorations on the walls. It’s just a place we live. It’s not a home, not like the farm.
I’d rather be out at the farm. But I didn’t want to be over twenty-five and still living at home with my dad. Plus, now that my brother Jacks and his fiancée, Selena, live with dad at the farm when they’re in town half the year, no one needs me there taking up space. Jarret moved into the only other livable place on the farm years ago. He turned the old bunkhouse into his bachelor pad. Not that he ever has anyone over or actually has any fun being single. The man acts like he’s eighty.
I’ve thought about converting one of the other out-buildings we don’t use much, but never got around to it. Jensen lives in a bed-and-breakfast here in town. He talked the woman who runs it into letting him live there long term. He helps out with repairs and that kind of thing, and she makes him breakfast every damn morning. It’s not a half bad plan. But unfortunately, he beat me to it.
Jacks might be a rich movie star, but the rest of us are just normal. Not rich, not poor. We all have Jacks’ guilty birthday and Christmas money sitting in our bank accounts from when he was too busy being a movie star to ever come home. We make a decent living working the farm. I don’t need much. I spend my money on the stuff that matters. Trucks, boots, and beers.
The farm’s probably worth tens of millions for the land alone. Not that any of us would ever think of selling it. The farm gets sold over me and every single one of my four brothers’ dead bodies.
We all work the farm now that my dad’s cutting back. I never really wanted to do anything else but work on the farm. I thought about doing carpentry, I guess. But it never turned into anything more than a hobby. The farm is everything to me. I wake up before dawn and drive out to the farm in the dark. I spend my days doing whatever needs to be done. And then I fall into bed thinking about doing it all over again. I work with my brothers every day. They can be idiots, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.
