Page 48 of Finding Fate

“No, that’s your space at night. If she doesn’t behave, I’ll move her.” She removes her heels by the jacuzzi. I move a little to see better, just in time to watch her unbutton her jeans and work them down her legs, stepping out of them. Whatever that shit is she calls panties doesn’t even cover half her ass. God, what an ass that is. Her shirt follows, revealing a matching bra equally as slutty, making me hard again. Cock tease. Is that a belly ring? “Landon, are you there?”

“Sure thing. I’ll move it down there,” I say into the phone, still watching her adjust shit that doesn’t need to be adjusted, hanging up my phone and returning it to my pocket when she steps in the jacuzzi.

I force my eyes away, quickly grabbing her luggage and carrying it toward the basement. It’s time to start drinking. The more I consume the easier I’ll pass out. I should probably jerk off in the shower before bed too. That way I won’t be tempted to leave my own fucking bed. It’s a fail proof plan. I’ve done it plenty of times before.

Maddox

I walk in with Konnor from work, ready to take a shower and find out where Gabby is. I left her my truck so she would have a ride if she wanted to go somewhere, and basing off the fact that it’s parked outside, she’s got to be around here somewhere. We talked about going out to eat or something tonight to get away alone and spend some time together.

Landon is standing in front of the glass doors to the patio, beer in hand, a smirk on his face as he watches something outside with amusement. “Want a beer?” Konnor asks.

“Sure. Thanks.” I head toward Landon, following his line of vision to see what has him so interested, because it takes a lot. Presley is standing in front of a girl in her underwear who looks bored, her back toward us, her hands moving animatedly like she’s lecturing about something to the one I’m not familiar with. “Is that her sister?”

“Yep.” I catch the smile right before he pulls the rim of the bottle to his lips, taking a swig.

I study him. He hasn’t moved his eyes since I walked over. “What’s so funny?”

He smiles harder—something he rarely does. Landon is the hardest person to impress. He literally cares about nothing. “Girl’s a bitch.”

“Why is that a good thing? No one likes a bitch.” He just looks at me, saying nothing. He doesn’t have to. I know Landon. A bitch is more fun for him to crack. My eyes widen. “You’re going to try to nail a seventeen-year-old? Did you learn nothing from me? She’s in fucking high school.”

“I’m not going to try anything. I don’t have to. Does she look innocent to you? She stripped in less than twenty minutes after arriving. I’m going to let her come to me, but if she does, she’s fair game. Unlike your daddy, mine taught me not to turn down free pussy.”

I roll my eyes, but it’s hard not to laugh about it. “That’s because your dad would fuck any female that looked at him just right, regardless of age. If you look up ‘manwhore’ in the dictionary, you’ll find his name.”

He shrugs, taking another drink from his beer. “At least he stays single to do it. That’s more than I can say for my mom, who made him that way. Bet she wishes she’d kept her legs closed now.”

Bet he does too, because then his dad would still be financially supporting her for the most part instead of him. He’s been handing her money to cover her bills for years because she doesn’t make enough at her hospital job and can’t work two since she has to keep his sister’s kids while she works at night. I seriously doubt that’s changed since I moved here. I’m not going to ask either. He’s in a good mood. It’s staying buried. “Didn’t your dad fuck your ex once?”

He laughs, still looking out the glass doors. “Erika. She came by one night for dick. Someone was already gettin’ it. He was there. I was done with her. Old man must have game. She kept coming back for it for three months.”

My mouth tips. “I’d hardly call a forty-four-year-old an old man, and he was younger than that then. He was eighteen when your sister was born, twenty with you.”

The glass door slides open quickly, like someone put force behind it, and the girl in her underwear storms inside with Presley not far behind, her head turned toward Landon. “What are you looking at? Got a staring problem, country? You act like you’ve never seen a body like this. Girls must be fat where you come from,” she bites out, and then snatches his half empty beer out of his hand as he was bringing it up to tilt it back. “This is payment for adding to your spank bank.”

“So hostile,” Landon dishes back. “Not getting enough tips for the show or are the dick withdrawals kicking in?” She flips him off. “I never said I was the one for the job.”

I shake my head. How he gets laid at all I have no idea, much less scores more pussy than anyone I know. “Like I’m interested. I guarantee I’d be singing little dick Landon. Isn’t that your name?”

He smiles, and I know what’s about to come out of his mouth. “Probably.” He’s full of shit. The asshole is bigger than all of us and is the leanest frame.

“Paxtyn!” Presley yells, shutting the door behind her. “Did you seriously just say that? First you insult a body type and then you insult my roommate who you just met! What in God’s name is wrong with you?”

Paxtyn pivots. “Wouldn’t have bothered you a couple of years ago. You’re getting sensitive.” She tilts her head, a bitchy smile present. “Scared you’re going to get fat when little Baker starts getting big? Where is K anyway? Maybe he’s still fun. God knows something has crawled up your ass.”

She takes a sip of the beer, making a sour face before dismissing it. Clearly not a beer drinker. “Hand that over. You’re not drinking. You’re seventeen.”

“You’re twenty. What’s your fucking point? Don’t act like you were a goody-goody at my age just because you married the golden boy young.”

Konnor walks up just in time, handing me the two beers in one hand while drinking off the other. I hand one to Landon. “Paxtyn. Always a pleasure. And full of drama.”

She smiles and places her hand over her heart. “Awe, I knew you were my favorite for a reason. Now tell your wife to chill out. I’m on vacation. There is nothing wrong with what I’m wearing in the jacuzzi. My bikinis are skimpier than this.”

Konnor looks at Presley. “She has a point.”

“People know the difference in a suit and underwear. That’s the point.”

“Pres, who the hell is going to care? Landon? He’s like seven years older than her. I doubt he’s interested. Two of you are knocked up and Maddox is so far up Gabby’s ass he doesn’t even know other girls exist. Stop stressing yourself out over shit that doesn’t matter. We don’t need any pregnancy problems.”

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