Page 48 of Bourbon Breakaway

I text my dad to say sorry I forgot to mention my trip, it was last minute, yada, yada, and he texts back with a no-fuss message like usual:You’re a grown man.

A few minutes after that I get the usual one from my mom:You’re not moving to Santa Fe.

Either way, when I get back to the ranch at quarter to twelve with a pair of crotchless panties stuffed in my pocket, I pass both my parents in the kitchen preparing lunch, and neither seem fazed by me not being here last night.

My dad glances up from a pan where he’s making two grilled cheese sandwiches. “Ah… you want one, son?”

“Nah. I grabbed a burrito on my drive back.”

“Any good property?” he asks.

My mom stares at me intently. She scans me from head to toe, inspecting me. Is she suspicious?She’s always suspicious.

“No. It just confirmed that I really do want to settle in the Canyon. But it’s not easy to find places here. Not much comes up, and people hold on to property like the gates of Heaven are on their land.”

My dad chuckles.

Mom says. “Why don’t you talk to Colton?”

“Colton Hunter?”

“Yeah. He knows everybody’s business and charms the panties off a nun.” She corrects herself. “But not any more, of course, because he has Sam.”

“Sure. I can ask.”

Dad plates up the sandwiches and puts one in front of my mom. “Maybe one of you boys wants to take over Moon Ridge?”

Shit. I have a date with Jolie in fifteen minutes, and my dad starts talking about successionplanning?

It’s rude, I know, but I cut him off. “I’m not in a big rush. Apart from getting to PT.”

“You have PT today again?” Mom asks.

“Every day. Not that I need it. I’m feeling perfectly fine now but, you know, I want to get cleared.”

Mom bites into her sandwich, but her eyes are firmly fixed on me. “See you later.”

I rush out of the house, as best I can with my ankle still a little sore, but already feeling better which makes me realize, this time with Joey is more precious than I think. For the past twenty-four hours, I’ve been pretending I don’t have a job and that I don’t have to get back on the road soon with the Scorpions.

Arriving at the hay barn, I slip inside and wonder if she’s already here. The barn is empty apart from the haunted house stuff that’s still set up from a few weeks back. I wander past a tractor where I remember being hidden and Jolie inching by me in the dark. I loved her perfume. Her wild energy grabbed me by the lapels right through the darkness. And I wanted to touch her but didn’t. I could have fucked her a thousand more times by now if I had.

“Pup?” Her voice calls to me from within the barn bathroom. “Is that you?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s kind of cold with my ass out. Did you bring my present?”

I rub my eye sockets. This woman never ceases to make me smile. I bought them, but in the back of my mind, on my way over to the barn, thought maybe she wasn’t serious. I reach into my pocket and feel the small, delicate lace. “I’m not sure what I brought will warm you up.”

“As long as it warms you up, that’s what matters.” She sticks her arm out of the bathroom.

I hand her the panties.

She closes the door. “Ooooh. Cute. I’m glad you didn’t get red ones. Red isn’t my color.”

“Joey, your pussy and ass would look good in anything. Now get out here as fast as you can before I lose my shit.” My dick is already thick just thinking about her sliding those little panties over herself.

She saunters out wearing a long cardigan that goes down to her knees with nothing underneath but the panties. “Is this an outfit or what?”

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