39 - Fallon
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FALLON
I rolled into an empty driveway, and let myself into an empty house. The boys had left the lights on for me. Even so, the place seemed cold and dark and empty without them.
“Fuck!”
I cursed bitterly, as I threw my purse on the kitchen table. My lovers were gone, but I hadn’t missed them by much. It was only a few hours ago that the team bus had left for Wichita Falls. Their away game was tomorrow, at Midwestern State.
I’d done everything in my power to get back to them with a few hours to spare, so the four of us could reunite after nearly a week away. But a mechanical issue and a delayed flight had destroyed all chance of that.
And now here I was, alone and lonely, instead of getting the kisses, hugs, and everything else I’d been promised. I wanted to be swept into six strong arms, and passed back and forth between their eager lips. I wanted to feel the comforting warmth of their bodies pressed against me, after five cold Ohio days of digging potatoes out of the ground.
There was a note on the table that apologized for missing me, even though it wasn’t their fault. It made all sorts of wicked promises, but that only made things worse. I wasn’t just horny, I was utterly desperate to feel them inside me. One by one I planned on being crushed beneath three distinct musclebound bodies, and rolling my hips until I made them fill me with their heat.
Instead I walked the house slowly, marveling at all the things they’d gotten accomplished. The entire downstairs had been finished, and some rooms painted as well. Outlets and light fixtures and trim work were done, where only bare walls and wiring had stood when I left.
I guess you’re one big distraction, the little voice in my head laughed. There was truth in the laughter, though.
I poured myself a glass of my favorite wine, which was also left on the table alongside the corkscrew. The liquid felt warm as it slid down my throat, but not as warm as being embraced by Dalton, and Emerson, and Trey.
“Fuck, fuck, double-fuck,” I said again, into the empty house.
Ohio had been a total shitshow, but in the end I’d pulled off a miracle. I’d cashed in favors with two different neighbors, and three of their sons. Together we not only caught up to where my father’s work should’ve been, but we finished the entire harvest. Trucks were loaded. Deliveries were made. My father insisted on helping of course, and he was even useful, as far as the driving.
Every night I dropped into bed, totally exhausted, with all new blisters on my fingers. And each evening, I called the guys. They regaled me with tales of campus hilarity, and cheered me up in ways that warmed my heart. They also made extremely detailed promises of what they’d do to me when I got back, some of which had me sleeping in literal puddles of anticipation.
I hugged my father tightly before leaving, noticing his hair had streaks of blond now, rather than streaks of gray. For the first time, I wondered what my life would eventually be like without him. That day always seemed so far off, so unnecessary to think about. But from now on I was determined to tell him I loved him, each and every time before leaving or hanging up.
“I’ll come back and visit soon,” I’d told him. “I promise.”
My father had hugged me back even tighter.
“You don’t worry about that, and just go back to Texas, where everything is bigger,” he’d smiled. “Make something beautiful of your life, bubblegum. And be sure to fill it with people who make you happy.”
I cast a glance at Linda when he said that, and wondered how she felt. In a way, maybe she did make my father happy. Even if she sucked at caring for and raising kids.
For four years I’d been away from home, wondering if I’d finally found the person who could make me happy. And for a little while at least, I thought I had. In the end, if Blaine taught me anything, it was that there was only one person who could truly make me happy:
Myself.
Speaking of which …
I considered taking the bottle into the living room, picking out a movie, and relaxing on the couch while waiting for the guys to call me later. I could even put on something fun and sexy, if they wanted to video chat.
And then a much, much better idea hit me.
In the span of an instant; the couch, the television, and especially the wine, were all forgotten.