“Hell. Does it have to stay that way? I can’t believe you guys couldn’t give me more intel than ‘write down two things you like’ before I filled out that little piece of paper.”
Jason grabs my shoulder, giving it a playful shake as we continue driving down the winding tree-lined road toward Sam’s ranch.
“Shit, it’s gorgeous out here.”
“Yep. God’s country. I love it. You need to come fishing with me sometime. Huge largemouth bass out there. Never caught anything as big as what I do in Sycamore.”
“I didn’t fish much back home. My friend Zach and I would hit the lake occasionally, but I never caught anything bigger than a postage stamp.” I chuckle.
“Well, get ready for Jurassic Park fish, my friend. Everything is bigger in Sycamore Mountain.” Jason barely completes his sentence before we turn onto a dirt road lined with cars. There have to be fifty of them.
“Is this his place? Hell, I didn’t know this many people lived here.”
“They probably don’t. They come from far and wide for Sam’s parties. Fuck. A lot of them crash at his place afterward. Everyone’s learned by now to bring a tent and stay the night. Not worth driving after tying one on.”
Looking at Jason skeptically, I consider how I’m getting home.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to behave tonight. We’ve got to be at the station at six in the morning. When we leave, I figured I’ll drop you at your house and probably head straight to the station so I’m there and ready to go.”
“Not a bad idea. I might do the same.”
Jason parks his black Ford F150, and we head toward the sound of music in the distance. It looks more like a festival than a private party.
“So, would this guy really turn someone away who drove all this way if they weren’t wearing this ridiculous shirt?”
“Try him.” Jason laughs.
Apparently so.
“Hey, Jason. Good to see ya. Love the shirt,” the vivacious redhead greets as she thrusts her tits out for his approval. She’s wearing a low-cut V-neck that reads, ‘I like books & beard burn.’
Holy hell.
“Who’s your friend? I hope he’s got a ticket to ride.”
I’m not sure I want to know what she’s referring to.
“Unzip, Trev,” Jason encourages, slapping me on the back.
I open my running jacket to reveal my shirt. It reads, ‘I like dogs & double Ds.’Good Lord, this is embarrassing.
“Nice,” the freckle-faced girl responds. Her tits are nice, but they’re clearly not double Ds. Not that I’ve ever been picky about breast size. I love them in all shapes and sizes. Large, soft, small, and firm, creamy or dark, pink nipples or large tan areolas. Doesn’t matter. I’m a breast man, through and through. I prefer natural but wouldn’t turn down a perky artificial pair.
“Umph.”
Hearing Jason’s utterance, I turn to see a slender pair of arms draped around his neck.
“Hey, Addy. Drop in anytime.” He chuckles.
As the stunning creature from behind him emerges, my mouth goes dry.Holy shit. That’s got to be the head-turner from The Cellar Bar the other night.Standing before me with a radiant smile, the dark haired stunner is about five foot ten with long hair, porcelain skin, and mesmerizing blue eyes. Her beauty is so hypnotic I almost miss the white T-shirt stretched across her perky breasts. My eyes drops down to take in the words, ‘I like big dicks & men who know how to use them.’
Classy.
“Addison, meet Trevor Laurence. He’s new to the station,” Jason says to her with a wink.
Wait. What’s that about?
Before I can say hello, she’s strolling in my direction with purpose, closer than one would anticipate was normal for an introduction. The beauty unabashedly traces the writing on my shirt with her sparkly red fingernail. This intrusion into my personal space would’ve been a turn-on before Ashley. Now? Well now I need to make it clear I have boundaries.
