Chapter twenty-one:
3 months ago
Jesse
I shook my head and looked around. This was not what I’d had in mind—not at all.
Seriously, fuck this shit.
My house was full of people and I didn’t give a flying fuck that they were our friends and family. And I sure as shit didn’t care if they’d brought us food and beer. So fucking what if this party was supposed to be our final moving-in present?
All I wanted right then was for everyone to get the fuck out of my house so I could drag Laney down to the floor, tear her panties off with my teeth, and slam myself home.ThenI’d be fucking happy. That was all I wanted for our moving-in present. But by the look on my brother’s motherfucking smug face, he fucking knew that. Asshole.
I had been watching Laney all day long, walking around in those tight little denim cutoffs and her ankle boots, her hair tied in a long plait down her back that was just begging for me to hold like a rope while I thrust into her over and over. Her skin would be covered in a light sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling as she panted and screamed against me, her arms wrapped tight around my body. There was only so much one man could take. Yet instead of burying myself home, I was fucking stuck having a moving-in party that I didn’t even want to be at.
Butch winked at me and I flipped him off, and he and Dom laughed even harder and walked outside. Fuckers were all in it together, that was for damn certain.
“Cheer the fuck up,” Casa said, handing me a beer.
I took it and drank it down in one. “Get the fuck out of my house and I’ll cheer the fuck up, brother.”
He laughed. “Better keep drinking, because we got three kegs and nobody is going anywhere until they’re all gone.”
“Fuck,” I replied bitterly, my gaze still on Laney as she moved around the room speaking to people, her tight ass almost taunting me. She looked over and smiled and my dick got even harder—painfully so. I reached down and rearranged it, and I watched the blush rise to her cheeks before she looked away coyly.
“Why don’t you just go take her upstairs?” Casa asked, sounding genuinely confused.
I dragged a hand through my hair. “She said some shit about it not being polite to go fuckin’ upstairs while our guests party on around us.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“Wish I fuckin’ wasn’t, but yeah, that’s what she said.”
“And you’re listening to that shit?”
I pulled my gaze away from Laney to look over at Casa and I shook my head. “I’m trying to be all gentlemanly and shit,” I grumbled, not enjoying it one bit.
“And how’s that working out for you?” He laughed and pushed at my shoulder.
“Like my dick got cut off! How d’you think it’s working out?” I yelled at him.
He continued to laugh, enjoying my misery. “Come on, let’s go get you another. Might help cool you down.” He smirked and pulled me away.
We headed outside to get some fresh air and another beer, with Casa smiling at every piece of ass that walked by us and making me hate him even more. Someone had lit a fire pit, which I already knew Laney was going to love, though the neighbors probably not so much, but whatever. Our back yard was big, though there wasn’t anything but grass and weeds in it at the moment. A fence went around our entire property, and Laney had already talked about taking out one of the fence panels at the back end of the yard and putting in a gate because it backed up onto a small grove with a little stream running through it. Damn woman had already talked about getting a fucking dog to take for walks in it too.
I shook my head at the obscurity of my life. It had only been six months ago, give or take, that I’d been banging anything that moved. Of course that was mostly to take my mind away from wanting to fuck Laney. Then she’d casually strutted her shit right back into my life and turned my world upside down and twisted it sideways until I didn’t know which way was which. Now there I was with a house, a woman, and a fucking dog on the way if what she was saying was anything to go by. Jesus, next thing she’d be talking about would be babies and marriage and—
“What’s happening with you right now? Your face is doing some weird spasming shit, brother,” Casa said, looking at me curiously.
I stuck my red cup underneath the spout and pumped some beer out, a huge shit-eating grin on my face. “Yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah. Like you looked like you were going to kill someone and then you looked like you were about to blow your load all over the fucking beer, now you’re grinning like you just received the best blow job of your life. What’s that all about?” He grimaced.
I barked out a laugh. “I’m fuckin’ happy is what’s wrong,” I replied, realizing with absolute certainty that truth of my words.
I was happy.
Not that fake happy where you plastered on a pretend smile and acted like you weren’t already dead inside and just waiting for life to catch up to you to send you to ground, but the sort of happy you got on those bullshit Hallmark cards.
