Chapter Four
Sully
I moved to the woods to get away from people and now I have people everywhere. Word travels fast in our small town and the news of my being home has spread like wildfire. All my friends were here, with their wives, kids and tag-a-long’s as we sit around the firepit I just built in the back.
“Cal?” I hear Lexington call out as she stumbles around the group. I reach out to steady her before she gets her ass burned. Maybe it’s the fame, maybe its her age but partying like this never appealed to me. I know it isn’t for Mya either, but its beside the point.
“What’s up Lex?” Cal slurs and I see the tale, tale signs he’s had a few beers as well.
“Micha and Mya got in a fight.” She hiccups and growls. “Damn hiccups. Anyway, he left her at The Tap, and she needs a ride. Can you or Jen get her?”
“That piece of shit.” Cal says and reaches for his phone, I’m sure to call her.
“Everyone’s drunk or close to it. I’ll grab her.” I offer. Truth be told there’s about twenty people here who should get her, who she would prefer to get her. I didn’t care though. That shithead left her then I will swoop in all white knight and shit.
“Keys?” I say to Lex and hold my hand out.
She looks at me like I spoke a foreign language. “You have a truck and a Chopper.”
“Yeah, but I want her to think you are coming not me. She’s less likely to bolt.”
She reluctantly hands them to me with a warning. “If you make her cry, I swear to God I will tell everyone at my next show that your dick is as small as a push pin.”
I laugh uncomfortably at the bold threat. Truth is I think she means it.
“I have no plans of making Mya cry.” I assure her.
“Good, she’s wasted enough on you as it is.”
Ouch.
I say nothing to that stinging point as I take the keys with a nod. I want to ask I do but I got an earful from Mya earlier and have an idea that I really did fuck her up with my goodbye. Asking Lex for the details seems too far, for now anyway.
Lex is scary protective.
I meant what I said earlier. When I said goodbye, I said it not seeing passed my own shit. I knew I was stuck and at the time two years sounded like forever. I couldn’t do that to Mya. She deserved more than bi-weekly visits, body searches and background checks. I fucked up killing Tenpenner, not Mya. I refused for her to pay my dues here at home.
I knew she would be loyal and faithful. I knew that last letter had to have hurt her, but I felt it was the right thing to do. The right thing is always the hardest thing. Now that I am here though? Well, I feel like I threw away something valuable in a fit of rage and now? Calm cool and collected? I miss the presence of it in my life.
Before I even got to The Tap, I see my girl walking down the sidewalk towards me, her shoes dangling from her fingers and her sweet little sun dress brushing up her thighs with every step. I swallow hard at the sight of her and arrange the erection already building in my pants.
Damn, this girl crushes every image of sexy I have had since puberty.
I pull the car to the side of the road ahead of her and watch as she instantly looks relieved. “It took forever, Lex.” She says with exhaustion as she slips in the car, jumping when she see’s it is me driving.
She sighs loudly as she runs her fingers through her hair before slamming her head against the seat. “What are you doing driving Lex’s car?”
“She was drunk, Cal was drinking too. I wasn’t about to let you call a cab if you were upset.”
She laughs without humor and rolls her eyes. “Oh, swoop in and be the hero, right?” Her words are dripping with sarcasm, but I let it slide for now.
“No. Just proving to you that he is a shitty replacement.” Why she can’t see it or refuses too is beyond me. Everything about thatDockerswearing goof is wrong for Mya.
Mya is sex on satin sheets with no condom as I fill her up. She could never be missionary sex with the lights off and a quick pull out.
“How would you know?” She snarls and pulls a fifty-dollar bill from her chest.
The fuck?
