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It's not that I never got any growing up. On the contrary, I was shown an abundance of love from my parents, but then it was cut off abruptly, leaving me wanting. Maybe that has me seeking it from places I shouldn't. I don't know. But it hasn't really led me astray so far, so I trust these feelings.
I wrap my arms around him tightly, holding him to me as he comes and shudders above me. It takes a full minute after the tremors stop for him to loosen his grip on me and stand up, still staying buried inside me, though. His hands run a path from my thighs, over my stomach and breasts, up to my cheeks, and then into my hair, where he pushes it back from my face.
I stare up at him, my heart slowly taking on a more regular beat as he returns my gaze, looking like he wants to say something, maybe something profound.
He opens his mouth, and I quietly wait for it.
“Do you like eggs?”
CHAPTER 24
CAMPBELL
“Never thought I'd see the day you come in, asking for a job.” My cousin Ryat walks to the mini fridge in the corner of his job-site office and pulls out two Cokes, offering me one before taking a seat again. “Last time I offered you work, you were a shit-head punk who was more than happy to continue on with your self-destructive path.”
I shift uncomfortably in my seat. “That was a few years ago. Things change.”
He nods, looking at me contemplatively. “I figure there are only two reasons that would have a man changing his ways. They've hit rock bottom . . . or met a woman.” My eyes drift to the side of his head to look out the little window behind him, thinking about how cute she looked in her purple scrubs when I dropped her off at work this morning. “Since you don't look like you're dwelling at the bottom, I'm going to go with it being a woman.” My eyes flick back to his, and my lips twitch at his perceptiveness. He's only five years older than me, but he's had his life together for a long time and has always been more mature. “What's her name?”
I clear my throat, finally opening my can of Coke and taking a sip before answering him. “Jasmine. She . . . she's great.”
“I believe that,” he says with a small smirk.
Leaning forward, I place my Coke on the desk. “So, you got anything for me?”
“You fit? Strong?”
I shrug. “I do weights at home almost every day.”
He steeples his hands together in front of his chin for a moment, just staring at me, before dropping them and smiling. “Of course, I've got a job for you. You're family.”
Relief travels through me, releasing the tension in my shoulders. “Yeah?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you,” I breathe out.
“But if you start fucking up again,” he adds, more seriously. “There's only so many chances I'm willing to give.”
My hand starts tapping a restless beat on my thigh under his desk. “I understand. I don't want to let anyone down.”
“Good. Let me look things over and find out which site needs the most help, probably this one. We'll get the paperwork and shit sorted out on your first day.”
“Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”
He nods, leaning back in his chair and resting his hands behind his head. “We should do dinner soon. Catch up a bit somewhere away from work. And you can bring your girl. I'd love to meet the woman who's encouraged this change.”
As much as the thought of it makes me feel uncomfortable, I nod my head. “Sure.”
“Great,” he replies, getting to his feet. “I'll book something right away. Where do you usually take her? What does she like?” he asks and then quirks a brow at me when I just stare blankly at him. “Tell me you don't just keep her at home to fuck.”
Internally I wince, even as I think about every which way I've had her over the past eleven days. I've never needed to fuck someone so badly as I have her. But it's true that I've kept her home to do just that. I guess I've felt that it'll actually be real if we start going out on dates. And if it's real, then she'll more than likely realize what a fuck-up I am. It's been easier just to keep her distracted with my dick.
Plus, I'm new to all of this. I've never done any of the relationship stuff before.
“We only just started seeing each other,” I decide to say.
“Alright, we'll give it a few weeks. Then you can tell me when's good. In the meantime, I'll find out where to send you, and you can start on Monday.”
