“Take your arms down.”
She took her arms down. I pulled her closer. We sandwiched Jenna between us. I reached my hands under Kylena’s t-shirt and found her titties. She gasped as I palmed them. I lifted her bra and rolled her nipples between my fingers. “Jenna, swallow,” I directed as my nut continued to build. “Open your mouth,” I told Kylena. She did, and I spit in her mouth mere seconds before my load of semen shot down Jenna’s throat. The feeling of having both of them swallowing my bodily fluids was heady as hell.
“I want some nut.” Kylena basically pouted once her mouth was free of my spit. I bent and lifted Jenna off the ground by herforearms. We were on a dirt road. I knew her knees had to be crying for mercy.
“Give her a kiss, and let her get some of that nut,” I told Jenna. She turned to Kylena, and the two women kissed. I smirked and shook my head as I fixed my jeans then adjusted my belt. They were still kissing. “Get in the truck,” I told them. “Let’s go have some fun.”
The next day,my phone rang just as I pulled onto the client’s property. It was Bright. I already knew what it was. He was calling to bitch at me. I didn’t want to answer. Yeah. I knew it was my first day on the job, and the client already didn’t trust me to take her job seriously. I knew the workday started at 8:00 a.m. I knew it was currently a quarter to ten. I was late.
My morning had been a shit show of me trying to disentangle myself from two women who clearly caught loads of nut for a living. Those chicks drained the fuck out of me. A twelve-count box of condoms hated to see those two coming. And the number of loads they’d swallowed between the two of them had to belong in the book of records or some shit.
“I just pulled up,” I said as soon as I accepted the call.
“Just pulled up? You’re almost two hours late, Joe.”
“I know. I know. I wasn’t feelin’ good this?—”
“Motherfucka, save your lies for the women you fuck. I already know you were on some bullshit.” He took a beat. “In Jackson Falls, people talk. They saw you leave the trail ride with two women.”
I shook my head. Small towns weren’t for me. People never minded their own business, and they talked too damn much. “Whatever. Like I said, I’m here now.”
“Let this be the last time you’re late, or I’ma have to replace you. This business has my name on it. My family’s name. I don’t fuck around with the Strong name.”
That caused me pause because I knew that the Strong name meant something in this part of the country. The Strong name was a certain kind of currency, just like the Sumners name was. But still, I wasn’t trying to hear that shit. “Your sister-in-law ain’t finna bad-mouth your family name. It’s practically her family name, too.”
“Nah, Church wouldn’t bad-mouth me. But you represent me. And right now, you’ve got me looking like shit, Joe.”
If Bright was acting like this, I hated to see how lil’ mama was gonna act. “Yeah, well, I’ma be even later if I keep sitting here talkin’ to your ass.”
“Fuck you. Don’t get fired.”
The line went dead. Shit. I needed to get my act together and figure out who I wanted to be. Did I want to be a grown man who had his shit together, or did I want to be an immature dude who led with his dick and dropped important deadlines? I climbed out of the truck and made my way to the front door.
She showed up less than a minute after I rang. “Can you meet me around the back?” She motioned with her hand.
Shit! Here I went, messing up again. I knew better than to ring the front doorbell. Why would she want me to walk through her newly remodeled house? I went through the side gate and met her at the door of the former carport.
That was the project. The former owners of her house had done a janky-ass conversion of their carport into what, to me, was a shed. She had a gang of apple trees on her property, so the former owners probably used to sell apples out of it. It was in terrible shape. They’d done a piss-poor job of enclosing the carport, and time and lack of upkeep had done the rest. She was converting the space into a production room for her haircarebusiness. Then she was building a detached garage on the other side of her house.
The house she bought was a small cottage, but it came with a lot of property. I could hear hammering as I walked around to the back of the house, so I knew that, even though I was late, my crew had come on time. I was thankful for that. Maybe since she didn’t have to wait for me, she wouldn’t be all that annoyed.
She opened the door while typing into her phone. “What’s up? Good morning,” I said, hoping she wouldn’t start her shit.
“Hey.”
I looked past her, and I could see Mario and Felix working on demolition.
“I’m not a cop,” she said, and I had to hold in a sigh. She was gonna start her shit. “I don’t police grown folks. I stated the other day how serious I am about my project, and you seemed offended that I would question your work ethic. Now, on the first day of the project, you’re two hours late. I’m building a brand. I don’t have two hours built into my daily schedule under thewaste timecategory. I should’ve been at my current production facility . . . producing. I?—”
I cut her off. “Say, don’t put that on me. My guys were here. You could’ve left.”
“And left two strangers in my brand-new house? I don’t know them. I was introduced to you. I was told you’re the foreman. If you have better things to do than be present at my project, then please feel free to get in the wind. Otherwise, be here on time, . . . ready to do your fucking job. You know, the one both me and Bright are paying you to do?”
Right before I could light into her ass about the shit she said, a voice spoke out. “What’s up?” It was Bright. I figured he had to show up to the job site to make sure his precious baby sister-in-law’s project was on track.
“Nothing,” Church told him. “I’m just a little pissed that I wasted two hours waiting for my foreman to arrive. I should’ve been working on getting products made for Manor Days.”
He sighed. “We’re here now. Go ’head and go. Get done what you can. Jones’ll be here on time from now on. Won’t you, Jones?”
