Page 5 of Falling For His Badass

I whip around and head back. If John thinks whoever it is is important enough to call me back to the house, that’s good enough for me. I take off at a good clip.

Although John and I are blood brothers, we are very different. He’s a nerd, but one hell of a great salesman. I’m a jock and one hell of a badass. My mind drifts back to all the shit we shared growing up. He would get into trouble and I would get him out. Good times.

Turning onto his street, I slow to a jog to cool down. I can see a black Honda parked in the driveway. As I walk by, I look in. There’s a girl’s backpack laying on the backseat. Ah! The who must be his new girl, Tara. He didn’t mention she would be coming this weekend, but then again, John wouldn’t. He knows I would bail on him and call Jeff to get a hotel room. Then he would lecture me about spending time with him while I was here and remind me that my job is dangerous. I love my brother but being single and hanging out with a couple isn’t my thing. Three’s a crowd.

I head to the rear of the house to take a dip in the pool. I don’t want to be sweaty when I’m introduced to his new girl. Rounding the corner, I hear John’s voice through the breakfast nook window. It’s open about an inch. Then I hear not one girl’s voice, but two laughing.

Oh, man, this sucks. Tara’s brought someone along. I roll my eyes and sigh. John knows better than to set me up with a woman, but Tara doesn’t. I walk over to the window to listen. Yep, they are talking about me. Damn. I’ve fended off aggressive female friends of friends before who only want to get laid by a Navy S.E.A.L. That’s not what I’m about. As a behavioral specialist, I see right past all the games they play pretending they are into me, when all they are into is a hard fuck from Badass so they can brag later to their bitches. Still, he is my brother and really digs this Tara chick, and I haven’t been laid in a while.

I bend down to peek through the window to scope out the friend. If she’s not my type, small and very curvy, I’ll call Jeff and bail to the hotel. If she is, I’ll consider taking one for the team.

John and a tall, skinny chick with short red hair, who must be Tara based on the way John is fawning over her, are standing at the bar mixing what looks like Margaritas. The other female is sitting across from them with her back to me. All I can see of her is her very thick, long brown hair with soft curls that sway as she talks with her hands. Her body is completely hidden by her mane, but the way she sits on the stool is intriguing.

Not bad so far.

A phone alarm goes off. The friend looks down at her lap to silence the notification. Then as she swings around on the barstool to face me, she kicks her tanned shapely legs and jumps off the stool, landing gracefully in a pair of 6” high wedge sandals. She’s wearing a barely buttoned shirt that’s tied in a knot at her small waist and a pair of short shorts that sit below her navel. The patch of skin exposed above shows off ample assets and the patch below shows off toned abs. She bends over, flipping her thick mane to secure in a bun. While she works on her hair, I watch her heavy rack trying to escape her shirt. When her hair is tied down, she stands up and I smile. She’s short even in the high heels.

Not bad at all. She’s definitely doable.

With her soft, bouncy brown curls on top of her head, I can see her clearly. Her heart shaped face has full brows that accentuate dark eyes. Her dainty nose sits above lips that are naturally pouty and completely kissable. She flashes a smile before turning to speak to Tara and John, and in that flash, I see her personality. She’s bubbly, sweet, kind, and good to her core.

Staring at her very curvy, toned ass, I grin. Whew, Baby. That chick is something very right. I feel like a dog who’s discovered a bitch in heat. Then she and Tara walk out, and I watch her hair swing sexily from side to side in a hypnotic rhythm that matches the graceful gait of her rolling ass.

I stride up to the patio door to turn the handle, but it’s locked. Damn. I cup my hands on the glass and peer into the room. John’s eyes are glued on the twitching asses too, so I tap the glass lightly. He looks up and when he sees me, he hurries over to the door and unlocks it.

“Brody, Good. You made it back in time. Tara and her roomie Lizzy arrived right after you left.”

I glare at him. “That hot chick is Tara’s roommate? How long have you known about her?”

He smirks then, steps outside with me, pulling the door closed for privacy. “She was seeing someone.”

“And now she’s not?” I grin.

“Now, she’s available.” A smile spreads across his face. “I thought she was your type.”

“Hell yeah, she’s totally my type.”

John opens the door. “Come on. Let me introduce you two.”

“Hang on. I’m sweaty.” I turn and run to the pool, pulling my shirt off on the way. At the edge, I shuck my shoes, and dive in. When I surface, he calls from the doorway. “She’s about to leave. Hurry up.”

“Leave?” I swim to the edge and hoist myself out. “What the fuck? Where’s she going?” But John isn’t standing in the doorway any longer. He’s back inside. Dripping wet, I run after him. He isn’t in the kitchen, so I continue to the foyer. I can hear him in the bathroom. Wanting to watch Lizzy, I walk to the window, ease the curtain back, and stare at the two friends talking in front of the Honda.

John calls from the bathroom. “I’m getting you a towel.”

“Why is Lizzy leaving?” I ask as John comes out and throws the towel at me.

“Drape that over your shoulders. Your massive chest makes me look wimpy.” He shakes his head. “Dude, you just keep getting bigger and bigger.”

I towel dry my hair first and ask again. “Why is Lizzy leaving?”

He answers while he walks over to the front door to wait for me. “Probably, the same reason you wouldn’t have hung around when Tara showed up. Three’s a crowd.” John pulls the door open enough to see the girls. “I told her she could hang with you, but she had already bought a ticket to see ‘The Lost Boys’ at Jeff’s place. Trust me. I tried to get her to change her mind. I told her what a great guy you are.” He looks back at me and I have the towel draped over my shoulders. He shakes his head. “Fuck…. You’re a damn beast. How much do you weigh now?”

“240.” I step forward ignoring him and ease the window curtain back again. Lizzy snatches the keys from Tara and darts away. Something about the way she moves stirs something inside me. I watch as she playfully dangles the keys at Tara from a safe distance, then backs her way to the driver’s door and opens it. I drop the curtain and look at my brother.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, closing the door softly.

“Nothing’s wrong.” I smirk. “Someone is very right.” I shove the towel back in his arms, then sprint up the steps.

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