Page 26 of Indecent Ventures

Her tits are much bigger than when we were together. Her hard nipples were pressing on my chest. She got turned on when I was rough with her. Four years ago, she definitely loved how rough I was.

I wish I could remember her taste. I know it was good. I remember wanting to take her home for more of it. I think about tasting her again. It would have happened if Reagan and Carter didn’t bring me back to reality last week. We were a hairsbreadth away from kissing. I could feel her breath mingling with mine.

I flash back to four years ago. The image of her panties in her mouth and her dress around her waist, with those long legs. I would give anything to see that again. To see the rest of her too.

I ran my thumb over those plush lips last week. All I can think of is having them wrapped around my cock while those naughty blue eyes look up at me.

My cock explodes all over my stomach. I sit up and run my fingers through my hair. Fuck, Collin, get it together. It’s not happening. It can’t.

I need coffee. I throw on sweatpants and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and clean my stomach. I look at myself in the mirror. I stare for a moment. There’s something off. I stare a bit longer. I realize it’s my smile. I’ve always been a happy, jovial person. Lately, I haven’t. I have nothing special in my life. Nothing that gives me joy. Nothing to look forward to.

I go through the motions in everything. I do it at work and I do it in my personal life.

I hate to even think it, but I don’t like working with my family. I like construction. No, I love construction. I love dreaming of something and then watching it come to life. But I hate the way my family does it. It’s like we have five or six sets of plans and do the same things over and over. I get that there are efficiencies in that, but it’s boring. There’s no pizzazz or creativity in what we produce. I’m not proud of the mundane homes we build. And my family has no respect for me. I’m never heard when it comes to the business.

It’s a hard pill to swallow, but I know there’s nothing I can do about it. I have no formal education. When Carter was off getting an Ivy League education, my father had me in an apprenticeship, learning construction from the ground up. He said I should know how to do everything so when my time came to manage people, I’d know whether they were doing it properly.

I walk into my kitchen, and Braden is standing at the coffee machine. I motion to him. “By all means, just walk into my place. Help yourself.”

His place is a little smaller, but we’re in the same building. It’s nice to have my brother here. Despite the eight-year age difference, I’m closest to him. Mac is an overbearing prick, and Shane has the exact opposite personality as me, as in he has none. Braden and I have always gotten along well.

“Sorry, I ran out of coffee.”

“It’s fine. You saved me from having to make it and wait for it to brew. Thanks for being my barista bitch.”

“My pleasure, Master Fucks-a-Lot.”

“Ooh. I like that name. It suits me. Start calling me that more often.”

He laughs as he pours me a cup and hands it to me. I nod. “Thank you.”

He looks my shirtless body up and down. “Jeez, Collin, you’re getting big. How much are you working out?”

I shrug. “I guess more than normal. It keeps me sane and keeps me from punching Mac in the face.”

He lets out a laugh. “I hear that. He’s on a power trip. He’s a fucking miserable son of a bitch, isn’t he? He’s turning into Da.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

“For what it’s worth, Collin, I think the ideas you bring to the business are good ones. Mac has no imagination. No vision. No strategy to grow the business. It’s like Da told him to hit the repeat button and that’s exactly what he’s doing. Except we live in different times. People don’t want the same house as their neighbors anymore. They want something different. Something special.”

“I know. I agree. I just wonder how long the business can survive if it doesn’t grow and change.”

He places his hand on my shoulder. “We have a family dinner tonight. Why don’t you bring it up? I’ll have your back.”

I shrug. “I’ve mentioned it before. They’ve all seen Carter’s house. It hasn’t swayed them in the least.”

Braden’s eyes light up. “Carter’s house is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen, Collin. How can they see it and not want to offer the things you did in there?”

“I don’t know. I’ll bring it up again. I have nothing to lose. We’ll see what happens.”

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JADE

Reagan and Carter are out for the day, but she needed me to drop contracts from the office at her house. I asked if I could lay out by their pool. Even though fall is in full swing and it’s generally sweater weather, today is a warm day and I’d like to take advantage of it. She was happy to have me use the pool and told me to invite friends if I wanted. She’s so generous. I’d rather use the time to catch up on some reading though. Jade Dollston, Carolina Jax, and L.A. Ferro have new novels out, and I’m dying to read them.

I head over there in my bikini and cover, excited for a quiet afternoon alone by the pool.

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