Page 15 of Broken Rules
He chuckles, then smirks. “Damn right, it won’t. Because starting Monday, your new manager will ensure our revenue stays on the increasing end.” He glances at Gin, then back to me. “You won’t think twice about fucking with my business then.”
I keep a straight face before giving him a slight smile, but deep inside, I’m fuming. He walks around the bar, then crosses the floor toward the stairs, heading to the office on the second floor. Glancing at the glass wall above, I find Jared watching me, his heavy gaze just as piercing as it was in that room, and he winks. Gin lets out a loud sigh, and I break contact to face her. She’s leaning on the bar, her chestnut hair covering her face as she breathes, then she looks at me with dark eyes like mine.
Cold.
“Everly—”
Not caring what she has to say, I stride into the dressing room and go straight to the showers.
I’m done with today.
FOUR
SLOW YOUR ROLL, MISSY
“Fuck…” I groan, hanging my head as I immerse in the warmth of my happy place.
Slipping my arm behind my neck, I spread my legs over the sides of the tub, the heat of the water relaxing my strained muscles, unwinding from the shitshow at work today—if I had bubbles, I’d give my balls some much-needed pampering, too. I rub circles around my aching knee, wishing the pain would subside quicker. My doctor was no help, telling me to ice and elevate my leg at night along with taking a few days off work, then slapped me with a hundred and fifty dollar bill, calling it a day. I’m simply overworking my joints like I didn’t already know.
There’s no luxury of‘taking a day off’while working with my pops, not when we’re understaffed, and I’m designated to take over the place when he retires.
Son, you’re young. You can rest when you’re dead. Put in the work now, so at my age, you’re set.
I should tell him how much I don’t want to run the mill—Jimmy’s been there longer, better suited to take over fully since he already owns half the business. However, if those words were to leave my tongue, Dad would flip matters to make me feel like the bad guy for not having the same priorities.
Relaxing further into the water, I hum, dipping my hand inside to rest on my stomach. My priorities should be on crafting these ideas in my head. I’d rather spend my time working wood than harvesting them, but there’s not enough time in the day to create. Maybe one day I’ll have the guts to start my own business as Kylo did.
What went down in his office earlier when Sadie and I returned to the cabin makes me chuckle—she left the room beet red, and I’m glad I only walked into the aftermath, my plan in full effect. He’s fighting his attraction toward her, and it’s about time someone finally came along to stroke his heartstrings. Evie comes back into my mind, and I dip my hand along my shaft. Damn. She’s beautiful, from her long brown hair that reached just above her round ass swaying in those skin-tight jeans, but her dark, intense gaze caught my breath, which is why she’s stuck in my head. When our eyes connected, I felt the weight of the world behind them, that her confidence was a mask to keep her moving, and now I want to know her pain, to relieve it for her.
She’s branded in my mind, those pouty pink lips, unashamed to picture them pressing along my body until they wrap perfectly around my cock. I close my eyes, my dick quickly rising as she laps up the cum bead like the greedy girl she’ll be with me. How deep can she take my length before gagging as I tangle my fist into her dark hair, feeling each strand while pushing my dick in a little further—
My head falls back over the tub as I stroke my shaft, moaning when she hums, her intense gaze making my pulse race and groin tighten, a pulsing sensation creeping to the surface, though I’m not ready for the finish line awaiting me. I don’t want to win yet, not this way, because I want the real thing.Her.
Gritting my teeth, I stop pumping just as I’m about to blow and take deep, steady breaths, staying in the tub until the water turns frigate and my dick falls limp.
I’m done being alone.
* * *
4 a.m., and I’m waiting for the coffee to brew in Kylo’s kitchen, hoping he or Sadie won’t wake before I leave back to my place. Her orange cat prances toward me, the little bell on her collar jiggling when she jumps onto the island just as the liquid gold pours into Kylo’s fancy mug, and she watches me fix my coffee.
“The fuck you looking at?” I say, and she tilts her little head to the side, curling her paws into her body. “People eat here. You know that, right—and now I’m talking to a fucking cat.” She winks an eye, and I arch a brow. “Slow your roll, missy. I’m not that desperate.”
I pet her head, then walk outside to the guest house. Kylo’s coffee is better than mine, and I have no shame waking up early on a Sunday to steal some. Reaching my door down the pathway, I glance at my feet, where the cat sits beside me.
“What the—go back.” I shoo her away with my foot, but she doesn’t budge, rubbing her head on my leg, then makes a weird noise while staring into my eyes with that cute face.
She bolts inside when I open the door—taking in a cat isn’t what I had in mind with not being alone. I prefer the pussy that enters the premises to be lessfurry. Chuckling at my joke, I roam inside my home, leave the door cracked in case the feline decides to go, and take a sip of the steaming liquid in my mug.
“Damn, that’s smooth.”
The cat hops onto the back of the couch with a balled-up sock in her mouth, then lies on her side, kicking it with her feet.
“Go ahead. Make yourself at home.”
Sitting in the chair beside her, I continue sipping, watching the snow-dusted branches sway in the breeze. My body naturally wakes at 4 a.m. every morning since I’ve been doing it for thirteen years, getting ready for my 5 a.m. shift at the mill. Sleeping in is nearly impossible, even if I try. My new guest jumps to the chair, purring as she steps onto my lap, and I scratch along her back.
“You’re a good girl. Just don’t eat my plants, and we’ll get along fine.”
