“I am sure you believe you saw it.” I humor him as I make the turn off the busy road to a smaller, quiet one.
“At, it was a hot chick… running… with a fucking chicken. In the middle of the night, on the side of the road.”
I have been listening to this story since he called me at four this morning to tell me what he claims to have witnessed.
“Ash, I’m telling you, lay off the scotch.” Ash snorts at my comment and mutters something about me not being fun anymore.
“How’s country life treating you?” Ash asks just as I turn into the gravel drive of the dark green bungalow, nestled tightly into a large mass of trees.
“It’s not country life, I live ten minutes from the city.”
I hear him groan. “Might as well be another state.”
“Anyway,” I sigh as I park my vehicle. “It’s amazing. Ren loves it, as does Bruno. Plus, her sound booth is getting delivered tomorrow, so I know she’s excited about that.”
“Well, I hate that I’m alone in this game now, but I’m glad you got your girl, man. Ren is a catch.”
Don’t I know it.
We say our goodbyes and I walk into the house that Ren and I got together about four months ago because Ren couldn’t properly record in her apartment that had thin walls and noisy new neighbors.
“Hey handsome.” Ren beams from the couch where she is planning out her next reading session with the senior citizens. I thought maybe she would stop once I was off probation, but after two months free, both she and I still make weekly visits to hang out with the seniors. They adore Ren and I have weekly gin games with some of the men. It’s not the same without Howard there, but I feel like we have built some kind of community now at the center. Betty and the center’s director have told us that our weekly visits are the highlight to some of the seniors, especially the ones who have been unfortunately forgotten by their families. They’ve adopted Ren and I as their kids more or less since she and I are not on speaking terms with our families. Well, most of our family. I am hopeful for my sister, Millie. She came to me a month ago and asked for real help getting clean, which I did. Ren and I got her into a very nice rehabilitation center and she’s three weeks into her ninety day stay and they say she’s an absolute delight to have there. I know things between her and I will never be the typical brother and sister relationship, but I am hopeful that we can mend some of the broken pieces and become a family.
“Hey princess,” I kiss her temple as I sit on the couch next to her and pull her to my chest.
“Ew, why are you so sweaty?” She tries to squirm away, but I hold her firmly to me.
“I went to the gym, I gotta keep myself looking good for you!” Which is becoming more difficult as the weeks and months go on. Turns out when you are happy, in love and married to the hottest woman in the world–you start getting a little lax in your vigorous training. And then throw into the mix that your girl does amazing things in the kitchen and her best friend owns a bakery… let’s just say it was a humbling day about a month ago when my ass had to go to Derek to ask him to help whip me back into shape. Which he did, brutally.
“I love you soft just as much.” She says as she pokes my side. “But, I don’t love you sweaty, so go shower. We are supposed to be at the shop in an hour, and I believe Sunday is going to meet us there. Supposedly, she’s nervous she might be in some legal trouble and wants to talk to me in person. Your job is to distract Wade.” I raise a brow as I stand to head towards the shower.
“Oh yeah? What did she do?”
Ren lets out a laugh. “Get this, she stole her ex’s chicken.”
Sunday didn’t showup to the shop, which is fine by me because having Ren all to myself to do this tattoo makes everything better. I smirk at her as she holds still while I continue to finish the piece inmyspot.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She lets out a soft laugh as I wipe the excess ink away to look and see if there are any spots I need to go over.
“I have your lips on my hand.” I deadpan as I grab my bottle of green soap and rinse off her tattoo.
“I know, and you are nuts!” She laughs as I help her sit up.
I give a half shrug. “Valid. Now go look in the mirror, tell me if you like it. And be honest. It’s my first tattoo on you.”
I watch her go to the full-length mirror and the grin on her face is so mischievous it makes my dick twitch. She stares at the tattoo on her soft hip of my bite mark and I watch her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
She whips around and looks at me. “I love it and I love you. This is awesome, my first bad girl tattoo!”
I laugh lightly as I snake an arm around her and slide a finger into the front of her panties.
“You know, if you really want to be a bad girl,” I purr in her ear. “There is a certain station that could use defiling. And then another that needs to be cleansed.”
She raises a mischievous brow at me before reaching out and licking my lips. “Well then, sounds like we had better get busy.”
THE END
