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“I’m Slick. Ezra is caught up arguing with some bitch that changed her mind at the last minute. He sent me to get theorder,” Slick added, and his cock tried to burst through his pants as Summer offered him a cute smile. Damn, not now, he cursed silently.
Moments later, his dick died a death as Slick envisaged the horrific image he’d seen two days ago. Gunner’s hairy ass and balls. Slick had been walking down the hallway when Gunner’s door had popped open, and Slick had caught an eyeful. It was a thing of nightmares.
Slick’s cock cursed him as it wilted, and he crowed at winning this battle.
“Okay, so would you like to inspect the order?” Summer asked, and then Slick’s words seemed to catch up with her. Summer paled, and Slick wondered what was wrong. Had Summer noted the war with his cock?
“Are you here to cancel?” she whispered.
“No!” Slick bellowed, and Summer took a step away in surprise. “Sorry, I meant no. Ezra informed the bitch she’d have to pay for this order, anyway. If she still doesn’t want it, Ezra can use it elsewhere. Either way, you and Ezra will be paid.”
Slick wanted the smile back and watched as the frown lifted from Summer’s brow. Beside them, Brian snorted, and Slick glared.
Brian’s eyes told Slick everything—that Brian knew Summer had just knocked Slick on his ass metaphorically—and Slick sent him a scowl.
“Oh, that’s okay then. Would you like to come with me, and I will show you the order?” Summer asked.
Slick nodded pathetically as Summer turned on her heel and he caught a good look at her ass. Hell, it was beautiful. Round and plump and totally delicious. Christ, he felt like a teenager again. It was a heck of a nice butt, even if Slick refused to let his cock acknowledge it.
“I’ll be in Greenhouse number one, Uncle Brian,” Summer called over her shoulder as she walked away.
“Okay,” Brian replied, and Slick took a double take at Brian as a smirk crossed his face. Brian levelled two fingers at his eyes and then pointed them at Slick.
Slick looked away quickly, and his gaze caught off the wriggle on Summer’s ass. That was a far better sight.
Summer
“So, Brian’s your uncle?” Slick asked as he drew level with me.
“Kind of. He was my dad’s best friend and stuck around after he passed. I’ve known Uncle Brian from the moment I was born. Dad said he was the third person to hold me after him and my mum.”
“That’s sweet,” Slick replied.
“Yeah. He is the one steady presence in my life since Dad died.”
Slick caught the pain in my voice as he sent me a sharp look. “Was his death recent?” he asked gently.
“Three years ago. He was coming home from purchasing this place when he was hit by a truck. The driver was drunk and crashed straight into him. Dad passed on impact… luckily. I wouldn’t have wanted him to suffer.”
The grief from Dad’s passing rushed me again. Even after three years, the pain remained excruciating. The guy who hit him had tried to carry on driving, dragging Dad’s car with him before realising he’d hit something. I was so glad Dad hadn’t suffered, but so bitter I’d lost him.
They said the good died young; well, Dad hadn’t even been fifty. He was a man everyone would miss. Slick’s face softened as he took in my words.
Nobody apart from Uncle Brian had mourned Dad like me. We’d both been heartbroken, and, despite my wicked mother and stepmother, we had grieved heavily together.
Uncle Brian had retired from the marines before Dad was killed. He had got out five years earlier than my father because he’d been wounded in a freak accident. Uncle Brian had been training some new marines when a supposedly dud landmine had detonated and cost him the movement of his left leg. He’d been damn lucky it had delayed before exploding. Otherwise, he might have lost it completely—and maybe even his life.
That meant Uncle Brian had become a more permanent fixture when Dad asked him to watch over me. Uncle Brian took that duty seriously. Especially with the two wicked witches about. Dad had divorced Mom when I was ten, unable to bear her vitriol anymore or her rampant jealousy. He’d married Marianne two years later, a bigger mistake than Mom. Sadly, Dad had died before his divorce to Marianne came through.
Which led to a total uproar when Dad’s will was read. At twenty-five, I inherited everything. Marianne and Mom had both clearly expected to inherit something and were both furious when I got his home, the new business, and his life insurance. Marianne had challenged the will in court and lost, but soon became my burden, as did Mom. Both of them were lazy and greedy. They’d moved into Dad’s house together and demanded for me to look after them.
Grieving and beaten down with so many years of verbal abuse from them both, I’d agreed to help them. It was a mistake; I knew that now, but I’d no energy to fight them. I still didn’t think I had the strength, but hiding the extra money from them would allow me to move them out of Dad’s house or buy my own.
“Summer? I’m sorry to have upset you,” Slick said, interrupting my thoughts and touching my arm.
His fingers sent little waves of electricity running through me, and I gazed up into his eyes and offered a smile.
“You didn’t. I love remembering Dad. We were very close. Now shall we see to this order?” I smiled gamely and tilted my head towards the greenhouse.
