He’s adorable. He looks so much like his father but with his mother’s Latina complexion. The combination of Miranda and Nason is simply breathtaking. I’ve always thought so. I’ve always thought that Elijah was an adorable child.
Adorable has grown up into a man that never leaves my mind. His flirting hasn’t stopped. If anything, it’s increased. I’m not sure if he’s just a flirt or if it’s intentionally directed at me.
Not that it matters. I can’t go there. That’s Nason’s kid!
When I reach the end of my yard, I reluctantly turn and nearly groan at the sight before me. Lie’s legs hang over the edge of the lounge chair, so he’s spread wide. His skimpy little bathing suit sinks between his ass crack, giving me the most delicious view of his plump cheeks and the round bulge of his balls under him.
His ass is elevated because of the position he’s in and he wiggles slightly. My cock is well on its way to being inappropriately hard. I have a feeling he knows that his ass justmight be my weakness. I’m not as subtle as I try to be. I know he’s caught me staring a few times.
Lie’s laughter carries to me as I get close, and I realize he’s on the phone. That doesn’t surprise me. That boy is almost always on the phone with his best friend. The rare occasion they’re not on the phone is when Cash is here. I’ve been over there for an hour, hanging out with Nason, when Lie came out of the bathroom on the phone, where he’d been in the bathtub for a couple hours as he talked to Cash on the phone.
Nason and I have never run out of conversation, but we’ve also gone twelve hours without speaking before. I’m not sure Cash and Lie have. How in the world do they still have things to talk about?Whatdo they talk about?
Just another thing that’s made me incessantly curious about the man that Lie Cain is becoming. Another thing that has me inappropriately obsessing over him.
Thankfully, I was nearly finished mowing when Lie came outside. I do a quick skim of the pool before setting the vacuum at the bottom to let it run.
I could probably be finished with the outdoor work, but Lie is still in his lounge chair with his sexy ass sticking up. My fingers itch to follow the material between his ass cheeks.
“Fucking Christ,” I mutter and determinedly turn my back on him. “What’s wrong with me?”
Lusting after my best friend’s son, who is almost half my age, isnotokay. Not at fucking all. Nason will never forgive me.
Taking a breath, I head to my bar. I have an outdoor bar that’s fully stocked and ready for parties, which is slightly amusing as I’ve never held a party in my yard. The most people I’ve had back here at once are Nason, Miranda, Lie, and Cash.
Yep, party animal, right here.
Despite having a formal education in engineering with a minor in chemistry, I’ve turned down every job that comes upon Kala in favor of my bartending. It began as a temporary job because when we moved here, there hadn’t been anything open in my career field.
As it turns out, I love bartending. I get to use my chemistry knowledge to make some pretty epic drinks that make my guests incredibly happy. I love the game of mixing. The choreography of flinging bottles. I love creating something new and my audience loving it.
My job doesn’t come home with me. There’s no stress that I’m left with at the end of the day. There’s nothing that keeps me up at night. When I hang up my towel at the end of my shift, that’s it. I’m clocked out and not concerned with a damn thing.
There aren’t many people who can say that about their jobs.
The only way I bring my job home at night is my outdoor bar. I built it so I had somewhere to study throwing bottles and not breaking them when there are people around. It also gives me a place to experiment.
I built a custom cover for the whole thing, so when I’m not using it, I can pull it down to keep the bottles and glassware clean. The bartop itself is usually left open, though I have a cover that I use when a storm rolls through, which isn’t often.
I busy myself wiping the surfaces down. It’s been a couple weeks since I’ve used the space, so there aren’t more than a few stray leaves, fresh grass clippings I just stirred up, and a bit of pollen. It doesn’t take me long.
Since Lie is still outside being a wet dream, I remain an awful person, and decide I’m going to tackle my grill. Nowthatneeds cleaning.
I have the entire thing disassembled when Nason steps out of his house and into the backyard. His presence instantly fills me with guilt because I know I’ve been staring at Lie far more than I’ve been truly paying attention to my grill.
My hands slow their scrubbing as I watch him sit at the edge of the lounge that Lie’s on. Lie shifts and smiles up at his father. A smile of my own lingers.
I’ve always admired their relationship. They’re close. Best friends if we take me and Cash out of the picture. Coming from a family where my father was in and out of my life as a child before landing in jail, my respect for Nason as a father has only made me love and respect him more.
Which is why I’m sick with myself over the way I keep looking at his son.
I force my attention on the grill rack and go back to scrubbing. I’d already soaked this one in some concoction of ingredients I found online and then spun them around to get the correct combination and ratio of chemicals to break down the burnt-on food drippings. Now I scrub it away while the other side soaks.
It’s rather quick work once it’s soaked for a few minutes.
I look up as Nason joins me. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He looks at my grill in pieces. “You have absolutely nothing better to do than this, huh?” he asks, amused.
