Lani steps aside and Rae and I walk inside. A staircase sits to the left with a small entryway leading off into what looks like a kitchen. A living room to the left. The walls are white with distressed cracks in the wood, and the floor's the same but a natural wood color. This house has memories and tells a story just by looking at it. I can't help but imagine Rae running through this house as a little kid. Probably just as much of a pain in the ass as she is now.A tall built man steps out of the living room. His hair a brown color and thinning, his face red from what looks like being in the sun. He's wearing a red shirt and blue jeans, his farmer's tan blinding as the brass color of his arms turning into a deafening white mid-arm. I remember seeing him at the wedding."You're just in time for dinner." Rae's father holds his hand out. I shake his hand, and though he's smiling I sense an unspoken warning in his eyes. That if I break his little girl's heart... he'll tear mine
"So, Rae. How was it you two met again?" His eyes linger on her chest before meeting her eyes. Hair pricks on the back of my neck, my hands balling into hard steel.I glance at Rae who is looking at me with panicked eyes. We didn't go over that one, and we can't tell the truth. "I was at the park with my dog one summer day and when I threw the ball I noticed little Sparky never came back. So I went in the general direction he was and I found him sitting at the feet of Rae who was taking a picture of him." I glance at Rae who is red in the face, eyes wide as saucers and mouth parted in disbelief. "Not in a creepy way or anything," Rae tries to defend herself. I bite my lip to keep from laughing. "Eh, it was a little creepy, but she was super sexy so it made up for it," I tell."Interesting," George adds."Anyhow, it's nice to see you bring someone to these dinners, Rae. I'm sure your parents are proud you're done playing around at bars, I won't get started on how worried
"Yeah," is all I manage to say.Driving to Rae's house I can't stop myself from staring at her. The window is down and her hair is blowing around her like a damn halo of chaos. Watching a woman without her knowing really tells a man what she's all about. Pulling up to the curb, I turn the ignition off."Thanks for coming," she smiles. "Yeah, no problem," I smirk. "Just doing my part," I remind myself more than her. Opening the door she slips out, and heads to her door. She doesn't look back like every other girl I've dropped off at their house. I'd get out and walk her to her door but I don't trust myself just to see if desire lingers in her eyes for me at all, that would be the last of my self-control.So instead I'm going home to jerk off and wonder why it is I can't land a girl like Rae.***RaeLast night with Max didn't go as I expected. Not that I knew what to expect, but Max making out with my neck wasn't one of them. Toothbrush in hand I trail a finger a
***MaxSitting in my chair I watch the MMA match on TV, lazily sipping a beer with a bowl of Doritos in my lap.I shouldn't have texted Rae today. What the hell was I thinking? I bite into a chip, thinking about what the hell was on my mind when I sent that text.I was generally curious what she was up to. Why? I wonder what she's doing right now. What she's wearing.The thought of her in a short skirt and no panties flare in the back of my mind and my cock begins to grow in my sweatpants.Fuck! I take my focus back to the TV. I wonder if Rae is at home?Growling, I set the bowl of chips on the side table and down the rest of my beer.I need a cold shower. Again.Undressing, my hard cock springs free, it's sensitive and near fucking purple. I swear to God blue-balls is a real thing. Stepping into the cold shower, it pricks and stabs my skin. Gritting my teeth, I take it, needing it. I lather my hair with soap and wash my body. None of it helping with the
Max turns, grabbing both sides of my face."Are you okay?" he whispers, his wild eyes looking into mine with an unrecognizable longing in them. I nod, grabbing onto his hands, the warmth of them pulling me into him. "Yes, my cab is coming and taking me home," I inform him, my eyes fluttering.He glances up deep in thought, before looking me in the eyes."No, you're coming home with me," he demands, rather than asks."What? No, I can go home. I'm fine," I insist, I can't go home with him. I'm drunk and finding him irresistible tonight.So many rules will be broken."You're not okay, and I'm not letting you get in a car with a stranger in this condition. You will either come willingly or not, your choice," he replies arrogantly. I glower at him; my stomach protesting that last sour daiquiri. I turn, walking away from him and lose my balance. Just as I'm about to face plant Max swoops in and grabs me by the waist. Relief floods my system, as I didn't just break my
Leaning forward he turns the dial on the stereo to "Vice" from Miranda Lambert. Leaning his wrist over the steering wheel, his shoulders are tense, I can tell he's done talking about this.Holding my dizzy head, I lie in the seat and let the song take me into a slumber.Waking up to the familiar smell of home, I sit up in my bed. I'm stripped to a shirt and my socks, and I blush.Did Max dress me?Last night filters into my head like a bad movie. I threw up, on Max! How embarrassing."Quinn?" I call out, hoping she's the one that dressed me and not Max. Needing to vent to her about everything that happened last night. Not hearing anything, I slide my legs over the bed and step on something, or someone rather."Fuck!" a male voice hollers. I jump back on my bed and scream, my head pounding from last night's drinking."It's just me!" Max appears in my face, the darkness around him making him appear eerie. His hands grab at me frantically in an attempt to calm me. Realizing
***RaeShopping with Quinn I look at a pair of plaid sweat pants at Victoria's Secret when my phone buzzes.Hey, my brother is having a party. Want to come? –MI furrow my brows. Want to come? Does he need me for appearances or does he want me to come because he wants to spend time with me?"Why is your face like that?" Quinn asks, her hands full of bright colored clothes."Max invited me to his brother's party," I tell her."For like, to show you off to his brother?" She tilts her head to the side confused."I don't know, he didn't say," I shake my head."Maybe he wants you to throw up on him again. Maybe it's a new thing men are into," she replies casually, sniffing some perfume.I ignore her. I never should have told her about that.For fake? –RQuinn looks at me as we wait for the three little dots to stop bouncing as Max replies.Yeah, sure. –MRelief, and regret sink heavy into the pit of my stomach. I'm not sure what I'm wanting out of this but that'
"Girlfriend?" Beau chokes out in shock. "When did this happen?" Beau looks at me like I cast a spell over his brother and I better come clean with my witchery right now."I knew you were seeing someone, but I didn't know it was that serious!" He scoffs like he doesn't approve, must be some brotherly code or something."I don't tell you everything, bub. Now, are we here to talk about me or are you hosting a party?" Max tilts his head to the side, his face hard."Nah, let's go get a drink or something," Beau holds his hand out, gesturing toward the fire.Max grabs my hand, leading the way. The feel of his hand making my heart flutter inside my chest.Thunder sounds from above, and the wind suddenly blows my hair around my face. The smell of rain strong."Looks like your party will be cut short," Max states, but Beau doesn't respond.Walking through the small crowd of people everyone's eyes are on me and Max. Young girls eyeing him and whispering to one another.As if Max