Page 60 of The Jackpot Screwer
“We’re not even together,” I responded, giving her a one shoulder shrug.
Yeah, your damn choice, Lollipop.
“I thought that’s what you wanted,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest and obliterating my perfect view. “You said we could still have sex.”
Narrowing my eyes at her I tried to recall our conversation. “That was weeks ago, and I only suggested it because I was shocked that you dumped me.”
“I didn’t dump you,” she ground out. “I said we had to take it slow. That you had to be sure.”
“And I told you I was, so…” I held my palms up and waited for a response, but she had nothing because she knew I was right. There was no damn reason on earth why we weren’t together.
“Ugh,” she eventually groaned. “You’re so irritating at times. I don’t know why I bother with you, I really don’t. In fact, I’m not sure I even want to speak to you ever again. We should converse through our parents in future.”
Geez, someone’s hormones were rampant today. The woman was completely irrational. Her actually begging me for sex was crazy enough, but never speaking to me for the foreseeable future—like that was going to happen. Aside from us having a kid together, she was too damn addicted to my dick to never ask for it again.
“Lollipop,” I sighed. “Why don’t you go home, put your feet up and chill.”
Wrong thing to say. Once again, the mouth moved before the brain even had a chance to consider whether I was spouting wise words, or not. Why didn’t I learn? Why did I always put myself on the back foot with the gorgeous but fucking angry woman I loved?
Her nostrils flared, her eyes went wild like a bull about to rampage and as she lifted her leg to stamp her foot, I knew instantly it was a huge mistake.
“No, Lollipo—”
She couldn’t have picked a bigger puddle of pig piss and shit if she’d gone around the farm and measured them individually. It was almost of tidal wave proportions, splashing up her legs, over her amazing tits and all over her face.
Who knew one petulant act could cause such devastation?
I tried not to find it funny, but as water dripped off the end of her nose and down her chin, I couldn’t help letting out a loud belly laugh.
“Oh my God, Lollipop that’s just so—”
“Don’t say another word,” she ground out, closing her eyes. “Not, one word.”
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a handkerchief. “Here, let me help.” I dabbed her face, but all I seemed to be doing was spreading the piss and shit across her face.
“Leave it. Just leave it,” Bronte breathed out, her chin quivering. “I’m going home.”
“So, the offer of sex is definitely off the cards then?” I asked, smirking.
Wild eyes flashed open as she gasped in shock that once again, I’d not engaged my brain. I was ready for the onslaught, but when a huge blob of shit dropped from the end of Bronte’s nose onto her bottom lip, I figured it was time to make myself scarce.
Dayton Valley’s Easter fayre was pretty much the biggest social event of the year. Mainly for the high school kids because when the fayre closed down at ten, they all congregated down at Fiddler’s Field to drink, dance and generally have fun. In our senior year there was reckoned to be over two hundred kids down there. A ton of kids from Middleton Ridge Academy turned up, thinking their shit didn’t stink and their guys started throwing their weight around. Obviously, those from Dayton Valley High weren’t going to let that slide and a huge fight broke out—girls included. Ellie and I made a heap of cash that night placing bets with those not fighting on what time the Sheriff and his boys would turn up and a few side bets who’d get banged up the worse. Since then, things had calmed down a little, mainly because out of towners were no longer allowed access—the Sheriff always had a couple of guys keeping watch letting the kids do their own thing but being around if things got out of hand.
The point being it was a day everyone looked forward to throughout the year. The adults got drunk in the beer tent that Penny ran, while the kids played the games, went on the rides and made themselves sick with all the junk food for sale. We were a small town and pretty much shut down for the day so everyone could have fun.
However, looking at myself in the long mirror on my wall, my usual excitement for the day just wasn’t there. My stomach looked like I’d eaten three portions of Mom’s fried chicken with mac ‘n’ cheese. There was no way my jeans were going to fasten. Groaning I stomped over to my closet, wondering what I could wear.
Call me stupid but I wanted to look sexy. Ellie and I were meeting up with Hunter, Carter and a few of our friends and after the fiasco at Jim Wickerson’s pig farm I needed to up my game.
I’d been mortified at begging him for sex, not least because it had resulted in me being covered in pee and poop. My feelings had also been hurt because he’d turned me down and I was determined he wouldn’t again. Yeah, I was still incredibly horny and permanently turned on.
Who knew extra genital blood flow was a thing?
Flicking through the hangers on my rail, I heaved out a sigh of frustration.
“You’re not ready.”
It was Ellie and when I turned to look at her, I wanted to scream like a toddler who’d dropped its popsicle. She looked beautiful, just like I wanted to. Her hair was shiny and full, flowing down over her shoulders and almost touching her ass. While she was wearing the tiniest pair of denim shorts and a tight tee, tied in a knot at her waist that had the slogan, ‘My Cowboy Rides Hard’.
