Chapter 28
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
Skyler
As soon as Brooke left the house, I felt the lack of her energy. Levi seemed to be doing fine emotionally, but there was a missing spark. Honestly, this didn’t surprise me. She is a force of nature, and without her, we’re just a couple of dudes. Sure, we’re crazy about each other, but just as I suspected, we need Brooke to make this a complete relationship. Levi has been affectionate; I couldn’t fault him there. But I’m sure that wherever we fit on the LGBTQ+ spectrum, it’s not as purely homosexual men. We must be bi or pan or whatever defines men who are into each other but also need our woman to flourish.
We exchanged a few friendly kisses and some naked nighttime snuggling for the first couple of days of Brooke’s trip. It definitely feels good sleeping with Levi, and I love his big warm presence in the bed. But I didn’t feel any huge desire to fuck or be fucked by him. Don’t get me wrong—I loved what we did with Brooke, and getting my ass plowed by Levi was amazing, but I was also balls-deep in his gorgeous wife’s pussy at the time.
Okay, I’ll admit to jacking off in the shower, but it was only to get rid of morning wood. And sure, I thought about the two of them when I was doing it, but I didn’t have to rub one out just because of Levi.
But on the third day, I was feeling more of a need. Maybe it’s because that morning he woke up squashed against me with a huge boner poking my butt. I rolled over to face him, and he kissed me like he meant it this time. He grasped our dicks and began rubbing up and down on both of them together. It felt so good I had to let out a long moan. This was way better than doing it myself in the shower. I clasped his hand, and together we jacked us off simultaneously while rubbing our boners against each other. I’d never felt anything like it, and before long, we were both spilling all over ourselves, making a big, sticky mess. When we were finished, we both burst out laughing.
“We need to change the sheets,” he told me.
“Totally worth it. Where’d you learn to do that?” I asked.
“I never learned it anywhere. I think it was just instinct.” He gave me a goofy grin. “I liked it a lot.”
So now, on day four of our bachelor life together, we’re becoming a little more adventurous. And by that, I mean we’re sucking each other off in the classic sixty-nine position. I wonder what Brooke would think of this. Knowing her, I bet she’d love seeing us do it.
On the fifth day of Brooke’s absence, we both slept late because Levi had an appointment last night with Buford Wallace at his bar. I thought he was just going to meet some musicians and talk about maybe working with them, but when he finally wandered in at three in the morning, he told me he’d listened to them play, and when the bar closed, he jammed with them until they were too tired to play anymore. He hadn’t been drinking, but he was high on the excitement of a new adventure. It was great to see him like that. He’s agreed to play a bunch of gigs with them. I’m sorry I didn’t go with him, but I didn’t think it was going to be anything other than talking.
I used my solo hours productively, however. I painted up in the studio until I could barely lift a brush. My shoulder is burning this morning, so a good BJ sounded way better than using my right hand and arm to do anything strenuous. It turns out I’m pretty good at giving left-handed blowies. Anyway, I thought we needed to celebrate. So here we are sucking the daylights out of each other, and man is it feeling good. We blow our loads at almost the same time, and this time I’m not afraid to swallow his cum. It tastes…eh…okay. But I know he likes that I’m doing it because he’s doing the same for me, and I feel this great sense of belonging to him when he does it. My God, I love this man.
We spend a few minutes relaxing, and he laughs softly. “Much neater this way, and we don’t have more laundry to do.”
I snort back at him. “Yeah.” We’re a couple of romantic beasts with each other, obviously.
I know we need showers, but the need for coffee and food outweighs that issue, so I grab the shorts I was wearing last night off the floor and toss them on, saying, “I’ll meet you in the kitchen. My stomach is starting to eat itself, and I don’t want another headache. I’ll start the coffee.” I should have set up the coffee pot last night, but I was too engrossed in my painting. “I don’t know about you, but I’m still exhausted.” Levi chuckles and nods at me.
Levi must have taken a quick shower because he shows up with dripping hair and wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans. He’s beautiful, and I relish the sight of him. I get the urge to lick him, but I have to eat. Food.
We’re on our second cup of joe and almost finished with our eggs, bacon, and cinnamon rolls when we hear a knock on the door.
“What a nice change from people barging in. I’ll get it,” Levi says. “Finish your breakfast.” He limps away—but just a little—with no cane, and I realize how much better he’s moving after only one visit to my PT guy. The exercises he’s been doing seem to help a lot too, or maybe it’s also partly due to his positive outlook on life now. I hope so.
I hear a deep, familiar voice ask for me. Levi sounds puzzled as he says, “Uh, sure. Come on in. You can have some coffee with us. He’s in the kitchen.”
Heavy booted footsteps follow Levi’s nearly silent barefoot ones into the room, and I’m as shocked as shit to see Deputy Sheriff Blake Ogden’s gloomy expression as they join me. He’s worked in the Hollow now for about three or four years, as I recall. He’s a nice guy, and I’ve only had friendly interactions with him. We’ve even had a beer or two together.
When Levi goes to grab a mug, Blake tells him, “No thanks. I’m here on official business.”
Huh?
“Mr. Colfax, may I ask your whereabouts last night between the hours of ten and one?”
I blink at him in confusion and answer, “I was here at home, Blake. What’s going on?” Why isn’t he calling me Skyler like he always has in the past?
“Is there anyone who can vouch for that?”
Levi speaks up. “I know he was here.”
“Were you here too, Mr.…?”
“This is my buddy Sergeant Levi Spencer,” I tell him. Maybe using his military title will sound more official or some shit. Blake is former military himself.
Blake narrows his eyes at Levi and says, “Weren’t you the anthem singer at the Fourth of July party?”
“Yes, sir. And no, I wasn’t here with Skyler all evening because I had a late-night meeting to go to, but I know he was here when I left and here when I got back. I took his car, so…”
“Are you in the habit of meeting people in the middle of the night?” He eyes Levi suspiciously, and I don’t like it a bit.
Levi lets out a frustrated breath. “I’m a singer—as you know—and musician, and the meeting was with Buford Wallace at The Hive. I had to wait for the show to end to talk to the musicians there. I assure you, I was not up to something shady. You can ask Buford, and he’ll tell you I was there on business.”
“Do you have any other means of transportation besides your car, Mr. Colfax?”
“Well, I do have a business truck from our family garden center that I keep here. But stop calling me that.”
Ignoring my suggestion to lighten up, he asks, “And did you drive it to leave the house last night?”
“No, of course not.”
He looks at Levi again and reiterates, “So you were here before ten and after one, but you cannot swear to Mr. Colfax’s whereabouts during those hours. Is that correct?”
“Yes, but he wouldn’t lie about it. He was upstairs working in his studio the whole time I was gone.”
“Sergeant Spencer, please do not leave town. We will be contacting you again for more information after I verify what you’ve told me about your whereabouts. Mr. Colfax, I’m going to have to ask you to come with me. You’re under arrest for the assault of Marjorie Henshaw. She named you as her attacker.” He proceeds to recite to me my Miranda rights. This is fucking unreal!
I jump up and grab my hair. “What? What do you mean I’m under arrest? I haven’t seen Mrs. Henshaw in days, and why would I want to hurt her? This is a huge mistake!”
“Sir, what are those stains on your shorts?”
I look down and see some rusty splashes on my shorts. I didn’t even realize I’d made a mess on them. “I was painting! Those are paint! You can’t arrest me for painting !”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Colfax, I see now that the stains are paint, but you’re going to have to come with me anyway.”
“What? Blake, come on, man! You know me. I’m not in the habit of going around hurting people or breaking the law in any way!”
Finally, he looks contrite and answers, “Yeah, I know. But I am under a strict directive from Sheriff Hansen to bring you in. I wish I didn’t have to, but orders are orders.”
“Isn’t he some kind of distant cousin to Mrs. Henshaw or something?” I ask.
“I believe that may be true.”
Trying to exhale some of my mounting stress, I ask, “Can I at least take a shower and put on some clean clothes?”
“Sorry, no. Your friend here can go get you a shirt and a pair of shoes, and that’s it. You’ll have to stay here with me. According to Sheriff Hansen, I’m not supposed to let you out of my sight.”
Levi scoots out of the room, and while he’s gone, I ask shakily, “I’m really sorry she’s hurt. How badly injured is she?”
“It appears someone was quite angry with her and beat her rather severely. But at least she made it to her neighbor’s house for help when the attacker left.”
“Oh jeez. I think I’m going to be sick.” Yep, I was right. I bolt to the kitchen sink where I lose my breakfast. I rinse out the sink and my mouth and turn around. “How could you possibly think I’d have anything to do with that?”
“Honestly? I don’t. But word around town is that she’s been complaining about how you threatened her and refused to pay her for working here. She reported to several people that you were belligerent and scared her. I guess that information reached Sheriff Hansen, and he wanted a quick resolution, so I was sent to pick you up.”
“That’s ridiculous. Levi and his wife were both here and can vouch for what was really said when I asked her to leave. I don’t owe her a dime. And I sure as hell never touched her!”
Levi reappears and hands me a clean t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. His face is pale, and his eyes are huge.
“Please put on the rest of your clothes, Sk…Mr. Colfax.”
I want to brush my teeth, but I doubt that’s going to happen, so I pull on the shirt and sit down to tie my shoes. Levi looks as shocked as I feel. Who would hurt an old lady? And how bad did the gossip get for the sheriff to think it was me? I stand up, and Blake cuffs me. He cuffs me ! I’ve never felt so mortified in my life. At least he put the handcuffs on in front of my body instead of behind my back when I showed him that my arm doesn’t move in that direction very well yet. He saw my damaged shoulder while my shirt was off, so he didn’t object. That was decent of him, at least.
“Levi, please call my dad.” I rattle off the number to him as he punches it into his phone. I’m glad he has it handy. “He’ll know a lawyer, I hope.”