Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
FINN
The long days were starting to wear on me. Not to mention the bullshit we continued to put up with thanks to the bastard of a mayor. We’d failed the inspections more times than I could count. So much even Nash, Mr. Easygoing himself, was starting to get pissed.
To make up for the missed time, we’d been busting our asses. Up and working by six a.m., if not earlier, and if I was lucky, I dragged my ass up to the apartment around eight in the evening. Fourteen-hour-plus days of manual labor really sucked the life out of a person. And I was cranky as hell about it.
Nash and I had cut out early since we’d be back later that evening for a quick meeting with Rory. It’d been divine intervention that Nola and I had run into her those weeks ago at the hardware store, because she’d taken it upon herself to help us out of the goodness of her heart. Bossy thing that she was, she’d turned out to be a godsend for us—not only did she know what she was doing, but she was helping us out for free. Which, in my book, made her damn near an angel, despite the fact that she was definitely a devil to work with.
An incoming text buzzed on my phone.
Rory:
Got the samples in. 8 still work for y’all?
I typed out a quick reply in the affirmative as I walked out of my bedroom. Drew sat on the couch, typing away on his laptop.
“Rory’s comin’ by at eight to show us materials or whatever.” I bypassed him and headed straight for the kitchen to throw together a sandwich. “If we still plan to have the soft opening right around the Fourth of July parade, we need to get our asses in gear pickin’ out this shit.”
Drew grunted. “We’d be a helluva lot further if Dick would stop with all the damn roadblocks.”
He wasn’t wrong. Every single one of us had about had it with the mayor.
“Luckily, we’ve got Nash on our side. That guy can find his way out of any bit of trouble.”
“Trouble in the form of an asshole mayor with a grudge. If Dick had it his way, we’d have been long gone by now.”
I didn’t have to look up to know Drew was staring in my direction; I could feel it. There’d been an unspoken agreement to leave the whole when are we leaving conversation alone. And while I had made the decision that it’d take an act of God to get me to leave again, I hadn’t exactly filled my twin in on it. Though, with the connection we shared, I would be surprised if Drew didn’t already know, or at least have an idea of what was coming.
“Luckily Dick doesn’t always get his way.” I finished off my sandwich in four bites. “I’m gonna call Willow—see if she wants to come over.”
Drew narrowed his eyes as I strolled back toward my bedroom. “Tell me one thing.”
“Yeah.”
“Do I need to start figuring out how to get Momma and all our shit back here?”
I could lie to my brother, pretend I hadn’t already made up my mind. But what was the point? Drew would see through it in a heartbeat. Besides, we’d made it a point our whole lives to cut the bullshit and just go with the truth.
“Probably.”
Drew hummed low in his throat, as if he wasn’t at all surprised. “Good thing I already got started, then, huh?”
“Knew I kept you around for a reason.” I smiled at the back of Drew’s head, then continued on to my room.
A weight had been lifted off my chest now that my brother knew my plans. And though we’d never been more than ten miles apart our whole lives, I couldn’t deny how relieved I was to know he’d move back to Havenbrook simply on my desire to do so. My brother could be a real pain in my ass some days, but the truth was I would be lost without him.
Once in my room, I dropped onto my bed, crooking my arm beneath my head as I dialed Willow’s number.
After three rings, she finally picked up. “This is Willow.”
I dropped my voice, letting it come out as a low rumble. “What’re you wearing?”
She gasped then covered it with a cough. “What can I help you with, Miss Mable?”
“Miss Mable, huh? Last time I checked, my dick was still attached.”
“I…I’m certain that’s true.”
I smiled at her overly formal tone, something she definitely never used with me. “You got someone with you right now?”
“That’s right.”
“Hmmm…” My smile grew. “This could be fun.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“No? Is it your daddy right there next to you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I chuckled low. She’d be pissed as hell at me for this, but the opportunity was too good to pass up.
“Hey, sweetness. You remember the other night when you rode me in the cab of my pickup because you couldn’t wait to get to my place? Just straddled me right there and slid me nice and deep…”
Her breath hitched, loud enough that I caught it through the phone. “I…may recall that.”
I reached down and cupped myself through my jeans, rubbing my hand over my hardening cock. “Mmm…then you probably remember how you came all over me too, huh? Shuddered and shook and groaned right into my mouth while your pussy squeezed the life outta my cock.”
Her breaths panted into the phone before she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, Miss Mable, but I’m going to have to get back to you on that.”
“Get back to me about it tonight. Come over.”
“I’ll try.”
“Good, I wanna get your opinion on the stain samples for the floor.”
A short pause. “Oh, I see.”
My lips crooked up on the side. She loved my words as much as she hated them. “And, hey.”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“I want a replay of the other night. Need you again, Willowtree.”
The smile in her tone carried through the phone line. “I…I’ll see what I can do.”
Then the line went dead, and all I could do was hope she’d show a little mercy to me and sneak by my place for some fun.