6. Swing
Swing
Nash
W e are a few hours into Tee time before I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. Fingers crossed it is her, I pull my phone out of my pocket to check. She has been the pinnacle of my thoughts all morning. The arguments in my head about us working out with my company after her parents’ land keeps losing to my heart. The realization that this is not going to be my decision in the end hurts. Then the flashes of her from the last twenty-four hours and the pictures she sent this morning take my breath away.
“You alright there, bud?” I hear.
“I am. Sorry. Did you say something?” Looking over, the group of guys including Blake stare back at me. Blake gives me a shift of his eyes to look down, and as I do, I see Fletcher pulling at my pant leg. His cue for me to go to the ground to be level with him so he can lay on top of me before the “moment” gets out of control. I bend down to scratch Fletcher's ears, letting him know I am okay.
“No, I am good. I was just running through some things in my head. So, Eddy, if you were to invest fifty thousand, your turn investment would profit over three million in just the next two years. And that is even if that economy goes to hell. Oil is like alcohol, everyone wants and needs it.”
“Amen to that!” He cheers and clinks his beer can with mine. “Let’s finish this round and we can sign the paperwork over some food and drinks at the clubhouse.”
Blake is usually my deal closer, but I think I just impressed myself. My role is typically the face of the company, the ear to hear the concerns and problem solve.
“Great! Let’s do this.”
“By the way, Nash, you suck at golf,” Eddy laughs out.
“Believe me I know, and today is not my best at all,” I laugh back.
Blake comes up and puts his hand on my shoulder and rubs it. “You seem good. If it’s the redhead, keep her around.”
“That’s the plan.” I grin as he walks away to get his swing ready. I finally pull my phone out to check, and I feel my heart skip with the site of Willa scrolling across the screen.
Willa: What’s the difference between a G-spot and a golf ball?
Willa: A guy will actually search for a golf ball.
She is making golf jokes. She has me so damn turned on right now because she has no idea what I want to do to her, and I have a feeling I won’t need to search for hers.
Me: Trust me, I do not need to search for yours. I already know I can make you come so hard, spilling onto me.
Willa:
Willa: Did Tilly tell you?
Shit, why would Tilly tell me? Has she, does she? I am not sure how to even ask that question or what to say. Either way, it is hot as fuck.
Me:
Just going to play dumb in this conversation until she frees herself of information.
Willa: Well, while we are on the subject. Other than my ears, that is the only other thing I have pierced. Only one tattoo, which is completely hidden unless I am naked. You have any forbidden treasures?
Fucking Christ. She has her damn clit pierced. Now her cunt is all I can think about, along with where this one tattoo could be on her velvet, perfect, slightly tanned skin. Taking my hat off, I fan my face and push my hair back in sexual frustration.
“ Think of unhappy thoughts man ,” I grumble to myself as I walk over to pick up my club, since it is now my turn to swing if I can get my hard-on to back down.
Blake is laughing because he must have been watching my face during that text exchange, and now I am trying to adjust myself. He salutes me as I get ready to swing, and I lose it. Literally, the club goes flying out of my hands before I even hit the ball. Most embarrassing day as the guys have their fun.
“I am going to sit over here on the golf cart and down some beers to find my ego. You gentlemen keep playing.” Pulling my phone back out, I hastily type.
Me: Guess you will have to search me.
Willa: Challenge accepted, cowboy.
Me: Just so you know, because of you, I have completely embarrassed myself at golf today.
Willa: Oh, please do tell.
Me: Maybe once I get my ego in-check.
Willa: It's not the size of your putter that counts, it's how many strokes you take.
Me: I am so pleased you are amused.
Willa: I am and can keep going…The internet is a splendid thing.
Me: No more dirty distractions from you today.
Me: I am going to have to punish you if you keep this up.
Willa: (Dots populate and disappear)
Willa: (picture attached)
Okay, maybe I stepped into that. She sent over a picture of her, and I am guessing her Chevrolet truck, covered in mud. It must have been from the summer because she is only wearing a bikini top and short shorts with pink rubber boots on. Her hair is up in a messy bun with a big grin on her face.
Me: I think that is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I am going to dive in the COLD pond at the 16th hole.
Willa:
The caddies have been driving us around, and when I hear Blake's voice holler over to me, I realize they just finished the 18th hole. Thank you.
Me: I will chat with you later, beautiful. Work calls.
* * *
Blake, myself, and Fletcher are finally heading home after a long day on the course, but we closed the deal with the VonDeps, which is a huge win for the Holdings Oil Company. Fletcher is passed out asleep in the back seat. I am sure he is exhausted over these twenty-four hours of a nerved emotional rollercoaster for the both of us.
“So tell me about this, Willa. Other than just meeting her last night, you seem enamored with her.”
“Man, she makes me hotter than a damn fever. I have never once felt this way, even with Melanie. And after the last few years post coming home, I did not think it was in me to really feel anything other than pain and guilt again. She has awoken a fire in me. It is more than just wanting to have sex with her.”
My brothers and I all have our kinks. Blake more so than anyone, and he loves everyone. I never thought I had any until I felt the need for control in all aspects of my life. Women know what they are getting when entering a bedroom with me, and I pleasure them until they can’t take any more. My rules are no kissing unless I kiss you, and no touching my upper half. For me, it is a pleasurable fix under my control, my dominance.
“Fiery redheads will do that,” he says as he laughs at his own joke, only to side-eye me from the passenger seat. “Seriously though, if she can do that for you, then I am all for you being completely distracted. I am going to continue to enjoy all the people I can before I find the one, but for you, it’s well past time, brother.”
“Thanks, I guess. Well, as much as I want to think this is going to go smoothly, Clint and I found a problem early this morning…Willa is the daughter of the Crenshaws. As in Crenshaw Hey Dude Ranch.”
Even through his sunglasses, I can see his eyes bulge out. “Damn, how in the hell? Who did you piss off so badly in the romance sector of your life?”
Shaking my head, I grimace. “I don't even know. I have a date with her next weekend. I plan on calling Dad afterward to get his take on it.”
“Please tell me you are going to be up front and honest with her? This can only end poorly if you don’t.”
“That is the plan. Just wish me luck.”
“Bro, you are going to need all of it.”
On that note, I scroll through our messages throughout the day and save her pictures to my phone. After this coming up weekend, they could easily be all that I have left of her.