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MYLES
My eyes are gluedto her curvy ass as she jumps into her Bronco and backs out of the parking space. Standing here like a love-struck teenager, I can’t help feeling lighter than I did this morning. Everything about Hunter draws me in. Her laughter when she talks about her nights with Jess, filled with a lot of chocolate. Her lips as they tug upward and her eyes cast down when I say something a little forward. Her determination to succeed because failing has never crossed her mind. Then there is her perfect body that could bring any grown man to his knees, but she doesn’t even realize the power she wields.
I jump into my truck when she turns onto the main road. I crank my truck on the first try. “Atta girl, Gertrude.” I really have to get the engine looked at. It’s like a catch twenty-two if she will crank. I can’t count how many times I’ve called JT to come pick me up because she wouldn’t turn over. But that’s the cost of owning a vintage truck.
Leaning on one hip, I get my phone out of my pocket and call JT. I back out and turn in the direction of my house and wait for him to answer.
“Hey, man. How did lunch go?” JT asks casually. “Does shestill hate your guts? Oh, please tell me she threw your drink in your face.” His booming laughter rattles my ear.
“Shut up.” I laugh, turning onto another street.
He chuckles.
“Do you have Hunter’s number?” Part of me hopes he does and the other part hopes he doesn’t because why would JT have her number unless he’s trying to flirt with her?
“Nope.”
I let out a slow exhale of relief. “Well, what about Jess?”
“Uh. Why?”
I don’t miss the way his voice drops all hints of playfulness at the mention of Jess’ name. Interesting.
“I want to ask her out.” I pause and when he stays silent, I smirk. “Bro, seriously, what do you think I want her number for? I need to get Hunter’s.”
His laugh rings through my ears. “She didn’t give it to you?”
“Well, it kinda slipped my mind until she drove away.” I thrum my fingers on the steering wheel.
“Alright. I’ll see what I can do. Don’t be disappointed if she’d rather get my number. I’m prettier.”
I lift my eyes as if looking to the heavens will help me figure out why I’m getting punished. It’s probably something I did in a past life. “Why am I friends with you?” I tease.
“Ah, you love me.”
I shake my head. “Will you just get me her number?”
“Anything for you my brother. I just can’t promise I won’t use it first.”
“Text me when you have it.”
“Righty-o.”
I laugh as I end the call. He can be so weird. I pull into my driveway. It’s a small house, but there’s not much I need besides a place to sleep, eat, and watch TV. It’s perfect for me. And my favorite thing—it’s on a lake. So between JT and me, we have everything we need. He has horses with some wooded trailsleading to a creek, and I have a lake with a boat. We spend most of our days off on the lake in the summer. I need to schedule another boat day. I always thought the bachelor life was for me until Hunter. Now I can imagine her on the boat, adding so much life to our group. I walk into my house and jump in the shower.
Water runs down my face while I stand under the stream and images of Hunter flood my head. The girl with large green eyes and curly brown hair that almost reaches her butt. I want to reach around and grab the back of her neck and rake my fingers into her hair, giving it a little tug, I’d bring that face up to expose that gorgeous neck. I’d wrap my other arm around her body, pressing her firmly against me. I can almost feel her against me as the water rushes down my body. My cock throbs, and I know picturing her like this is too much to handle.Fuck.My hand wraps around my length, and I stroke to the fantasy of her. I think about burying my face in her neck while I kiss my way to her sassy mouth. I slap my palm against the tile in the shower to brace myself. Images of her looking up at me through her thick lashes as she slowly kneels down in front of me, flicker through my mind. I throw my head back and groan. Her tongue drags across her lips before licking the bead of pre-cum off the tip. All I can think about is grabbing a fistful of her long hair as she brings my shaft deep inside her mouth. I find my release in no time, thinking of hitting the back of her throat and hearing her gag. My heart slams against my ribcage, as I take a minute to catch my breath. Fuck, if just imagining her gets me this worked up, the real thing might actually kill me.
After the shower, my shoulders are less tense. Today’s sale may be my favorite, but it’s always the longest. So I never leave without a little soreness. I wrap a towel around my waist and stretch my neck back and forth to alleviate any leftover knots. Leaving the bathroom, I head to the kitchen to heat some leftover Chinese food. The microwave dings at the same time a text chimes through my phone. I grab my food and lift a large forkfulinto my mouth. It’s hot, forcing me to blow out a burst of air as I toss it around inside my mouth until it cools. After swallowing, I pick up my phone. It’s JT.
JT:
Am I good or am I good?
“Shared Hunter Smith’s contact”
Myles:
