I can deal with Mom, and someone had to watch Roger.
“You’re totally going to fall in love with it the way I did,” she says.
She’s glowing, her eyes lit up with excitement. And I have to admit I’m just as excited since I haven’t seen the place since she closed on it two days ago.
It was a little hectic since we had to rush to get the paperwork and the wire transfer arranged. I would’ve preferred a chance to take a look at the place myself, especially considering how much I invested into it, but it wasn’t really an option since the agent said there were so many offers on the table and the owners wanted to close as soon as possible. She did hire an inspector to take a look at everything which gave me the confidence that, as long as Kate was happy, I was on board.
This isn’t about some stupid house; this is about her and Roger’s future.
I check the side mirror and see Jordan’s Civic tailing the truck. He and Scott are following behind to help us unload everything.
But there’s something else I need to unload—right into Scott’s ass.
This is where the real test of my restraint is going to come in. I flew in late last night, so I didn’t have the chance to meet up with Scott and get him to take care of this need I now have for him, to give me that ass again and put me out of my fucking misery by letting me have what I’ve been craving since I returned home nearly two months ago. And ever since I started planning this trip, I’ve planned to make the best of it, which is why I booked a hotel room this time instead of just staying with Jordan again.
Even as I drive with my little sister in the passenger’s seat, I’m hard as a stone, and I keep having to stop myself from adjusting the way it’s caught in my boxers.
As we pull up to the house, I park alongside the curb of the street of two-story houses. While this one hasn’t been taken care of as well as the others, it looks as good as it did in the pictures, which I feel like is all we can really ask for. Yeah, it needs a new paint job. The white siding and red shutters are fading. The grass in the front yard is dead, but that’s to be expected. Nothing a good landscaper can’t take care of.
Before we move everything in, I ask Kate for a quick walk-through. With my experience in construction, I can at least assess the damage and give her a realistic estimate of how much it’s going to cost us to repair some of these issues. I’m fine with giving her the money for the renovation now and working out some sort of repayment plan later. I don’t plan on her actually repaying me, though. I’ll tell her it’s a loan and not accept anything from her later on. She’s the one who’s in a bind, and I know if the shoe was on the other foot, she would give me whatever I needed without asking for anything in return.
Kate jingles her house keys before opening the door and welcoming us inside.
Jordan and Kate enter first, and I wave for Scott to follow after them. I grip his tight ass firmly, and he acts like he doesn’t even notice because he knows we can’t give anything away in front of Kate and Jordan.
God, it’s been too long since I’ve been up inside him.
I still have a semi just thinking about how much I want to pull him aside and stick it in deep.
A minute is all it would take to spooge up in there, and he’d hardly have to wait for me to go again in a longer, much more satisfying encounter where I would let him remember what he’s been missing.
What we’ve both been missing.
It’s been a while, but he’s the last person I’ve fucked around with. I’ve been so busy with work that I haven’t even had time to play around with my regulars who’ve been blowing up my phone. In some ways, I think Scott fucking ruined me for women because I’ve been craving no one, not even other guys—except him.
I would’ve thought I’d had enough after all the sex we enjoyed while I was here before, but sex with Scott is better than all the fucking I’ve had in my lifetime—and that’s a lot of fucking sex.
I keep wondering if it’s the chemistry we have or his skills or a combination of both, but it makes no difference; all that matters is that he lets me have it again.
Kate starts her grand tour, guiding us through the spacious living and dining areas and into the kitchen.
“These cabinets definitely need to be redone,” I say as I inspect them. “I was hoping from the pictures we might be able to reface them, but they’re fucking wrecked on the inside from the water damage.” I see the concerned expression on her face, so I try to set her at ease; I don’t want her thinking that I fucking found mold or shit like that. “And we’ll have to take care of the water damage on these floorboards. Redo the floors and patch up the ceiling in places, but that shouldn’t be too bad.”
“Like, how bad money-wise is that?”
“I can’t be sure. Just let me figure it out, and I can give you an estimate. Okay, sis?”
“I guess,” she says uneasily before leading us through the rest of the house.
“This is actually really nice. A lot of space, too.”
Scott and Jordan are equally impressed. Maybe she lucked out, after all.
She finally takes us into the basement, and I check around when I notice some dust on the concrete floor beside a wall that’s half concrete and half insulated wood boards. I inspect the tiny specks. They look concerning.
“Did the inspector notice anything wrong with this?” I ask Kate.
The guilty expression on her face doesn’t set me at ease. “I tried to get an inspector to come, but he had to cancel last minute, so I asked the owners if they could extend the due diligence period. They said they were closing on another property, and they needed this one to close first or they’d overextend their credit. I either had to move forward or back out because they had multiple offers on the table, and one was a cash offer that came right after mine, so I knew they’d take it.
