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Grabbing her neck with my other hand, I push her back against the tree, forcing her to look up at me. Constricting her throat just enough to intensify her pleasure. I’m pumping two fingers in now, doing thecome heremotion with them. Her tight pussy clenches down harder than before, and I use my mouth to smother her loud moan. Her pupils dilate further as I pull my fingers out, bringing them to her lips, painting them as the only lip gloss I want to suck off those delicious lips. I consume them, biting her bottom lip, and Kailey whimpers. My dick is begging to be unleashed from behind the zipper of my damn jeans. The tip leaking, weeping for her lips—top or bottom ones, I don’t care—and I need themnow. “I want you Jared, hard and deep. I need you to make me sore, so I wake up tomorrow knowing it was you who caused it,” Kailey moans into my ear before biting the lobe.
Let’s just say sleeping naked last night did me no favors. I wake up from that dream to multiple wet spots where my pre-cum had leaked out onto the sheets; I apparently was grinding my dick. Covering my face with my right elbow, trying to shield my eyes from the light shining through the window, I realize I’ve got it bad for this woman. It’s been days since I met Kailey last weekend, and she's taken up residence in my dreams.
After showering, I head downstairs. Mid-stairwell, I hear a commotion of pots and pans banging together, coming from the kitchen. Jumping down the last four steps, I walk around the corner, and Joey is standing in front of the stove with eggs and bacon on the counter. His blonde hair is tied up into a bun; he’s shirtless and wearing black sweatpants. We were blessed with good genes and both love to work out. Joey would walk around naked, showing off his body, if I didn’t threaten him with his life to keep his dick in his pants.
Joey and I inherited this house from our grandfather when he passed away a couple months ago. The house sits on 10 acres, and our closest neighbor is a few miles away. Grandpa Doug also left each of us a pretty hefty inheritance. In California, I was a lineman. After a while, I realized it wasn’t what I wanted to do. Now, I have the opportunity to take my time in deciding what my career will be.
You can tell the house was well loved but needs lots of updates. It’s a two-story ranch-style home with a wraparound porch and a barn. Joey and I can do most of the work ourselves, which is our current plan for this summer. Our parents are still in California, but they were happy to see us get a change of scenery. Joey got involved with the wrong crowd—one that indulged in drugs a little too often. What better way to push him in the right direction than going to live in the country with his little brother.
Back when we were little boys, we loved exploring Grandpa’s land and playing with all his cows and horses. We’d spend our days jumping from hay bale to hay bale and making forts. Now, looking out the kitchen window, all I see is a dark green pasture and no animals. Doug must have sold them all off before his health took a turn for the worse. There’s one ATV in the barn that I plan on taking out later to check out the pond located near the back of the property.
Noticing the bacon grease is starting to steam up the kitchen, I open the little window above the sink. Fresh-cut grass and hay is a smell I think I’ll enjoy getting used to. Grandpa’s friend came by yesterday to flatten out the pasture and bale. He had a standing agreement with Doug. Neither Joey nor I have jumped on the wagon oflearning how to do all of thatjust yet. If I’m being honest, there’s no rush on my part.
“So tell me more about this girl.” Joey is trying to hide his grin behind the steam wafting from his black coffee mug. “Who told you she’s not easy?”
The smell of rich black coffee fills the air. Dad always said that real men drink their coffee black. But mom always knew I hated it black; she would laugh at him while sneaking me some creamer. Joey never needed creamer, but I sure did. I shake my head at him, knowing I need caffeine before I can have this conversation. I grab the hot coffee pot, filling a mug for myself, and leaving room at the top for the creamer. Joey already had it out on the counter, waiting for me. I drink two large gulps from the mug, enjoying the burn as it goes down my throat. Turning around, mug in hand, I lean a hip against the countertop. My words come out rushed as I tell him all about how beautiful Kailey is, and that I can’t stop thinking about her.
“Does she have any single friends I’d be interested in?” Joey casually asks while scrambling our eggs.
I shake my head, secretly happy I’m able to keep her all to myself. “I only met one girlfriend that was with her,” I whistle into my mug, “and she wasn’t sending out your kind of vibes.”
“And what might those ‘vibes’ be? Do tell, little brother?”
“Oh, you know, the wild ones who are down for anything. These girls ran into the woods because they weren’t old enough to drink legally.Not. Your. Type.”
He looks at the ceiling while twirling the spatula in his left hand.
“True. With me being twenty-five, I prefer themat leasttwenty-one. However, I can always turn them to the wild side.” A devilish grin consumes his face.
Sighing, I run my free hand through my dark brown hair, already missing the feeling of a hat. “I’m just hoping to see her again. A girl hasneverturned me down when I ask for her number. Kinda get the feeling sheisplaying hard to get.”
My mind drifts back to the first sight of Kailey in her Camaro. That moment our eyes locked, I couldn’t deny the instant pull I felt toward her. I’ve had my fair share of women, and I’m nowhere near an innocent virgin, but Kailey appeared different from any other woman I’ve met before. I fully plan on exploring that intuition more.
Joey shrugs his slim shoulders. “Maybe you’re just used to the Cali girls, Bro.”
“Nope,” I say, moving my body closer to him. “Maybe I finally have a challenge. I don’t wanteasy.”
He turns the stove off and then fills our two plates up with food. “That’s fair, I guess. Anyway, what should we work on first around here?”
I point toward the dark blue front door. “That porch has multiple boards that need to be fixed, and the barn could use a new coat of paint. I also want to get our gym equipment squared away out there. I have some steam I need to take out on that punching bag.”
“You meansexualsteam, right?” Joey makes eye contact with my basketball shorts, where, yes, there’s a half-chub from justthinkingabout Kailey. He sets our plates down, and I notice they’re loaded with crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and two slices of buttered toast. I raise a brow at him, and he just gives me a serious look. “Unlike you, I got lucky last night. Hooked up with a cashier from the local grocery store.”
“Oh, was that who I heard sneaking out of your room at the crack of dawn this morning? Sheesh… She really must not have been impressed,” I say before shoving a fork full of eggs into my mouth.
He leans over the table, hitting me on the back of the head. “She’ll be back; don’t you worry, little brother.” Joey makes achef’s kisswith his fingers.
We joke back and forth while finishing our breakfast. My brother has always been my ride or die for as long as I can remember. Even with me being the little brother—four years younger—he took me under his wing and didn’t push me away. Joey even taught me how to ride a bike without training wheels. He’s my best friend.
Before we left California, I felt like he was slowly disappearing from my life, staying out late and getting into trouble. Out of nowhere, he quit inviting me out with his friends and was becoming short-tempered. Then, we found out what happened to Grandpa Doug and what he had left us. It was like an answered prayer of mine. I had a bad feeling that something was going to happen before moving here—animpending doom,some would call it.
Looking around the kitchen, I’m thankful that neither one of us have ever been afraid of doing manual labor. Dad always kept us busy with chores, making sure we could always handle our own. But I know he really had hoped it would keep us both out of trouble. Sometimes trouble still finds you.
After placing our finished plates into the farm-style kitchen sink, we both loaded up into Joey’s new black extended-cab Dodge Ram. Windows are tinted out—most likely past the legally allowed amount. It’s the one thing he splurged on once we arrived. Said he needed it, and that it would fit our lifestyle here. Joey pulls out of the driveway, Blink 182 blaring from the radio as we make the drive to the local hardware store.
CHAPTER 6
Jared
