Chapter 8
Eight
This coffee tastes like you should shut up until I finish it.
—Weaver to Creed
Weaver
“I watched a porn movie once where the stepsister falls into the washer and the stepbrother comes to save her and accidentally slips and falls and his cock winds up in her ass.”
The things this woman said…
“I hate to break it to you, but there’s no slipping and falling in any reality where you accidentally push your cock into another person’s ass.” I pointed out.
“I wouldn’t really know,” she teased. “I’ve never really been into anal.”
Just the thought of her and anal had my cock jerking back to life.
She hissed out a breath.
“Careful what you say,” I mused. “I might decide to turn you around and hitch your ass on this washer and do this a second time.”
There was a long moment of silence before she reached forward and popped the knob back out to turn the washer back on.
“How long does this washer cycle for?” she asked, giving me a look over her shoulder.
I pulled out just long enough to spin her around, put her on top of the washing machine lid, and slide back inside of her.
My cock was still as hard now as it was when she’d opened the shower door earlier.
And the added slipperiness of her juices combined with mine made the next twenty-three minutes a wild and slippery ride.
When the washing machine finally stuttered to a stop, the banging jolt of the unbalanced machine finally settling, she lifted her lips from my shoulder before saying, “I think I’ll just wait on the dryer. Let’s take another shower.”
My cock was all but raw when I finally brought her into the bathroom to shower for a second time.
This time, I joined her, making sure to wash every single inch of her with a bar of soap she hadn’t seen earlier on top of the rail.
She eyed the blue soap and said, “Where was that earlier?”
I grinned as I dropped down to my knees and cleaned her pussy of my cum.
“Ouch,” she hissed. “I think you might’ve broken it.”
“Bruised, not broken,” I corrected her.
“Bruised that feels like broken.” She laughed as she got some body wash and worked it through my hair. “You know that this 3-in-1 shit is total gobshite, right?”
“Gobshite?” I asked. “What are we, in England now?”
“I watched it on a Netflix show, and it’s my new favorite curse word.” She worked her fingers into my scalp, and I closed my eyes as she used her fingernails.
“Marry me,” I said as the closest shower jet tried to drown me.
“Only if we get to Livestream it so that Audrey can create a new Facebook account so she can pretend she’s not watching.”
“What is it you have against her?” I asked as I got up and washed the suds from my hair.
“What is it I don’t have against her?” She pushed me backward. “Move back, you’re making me nervous.”
I chuckled, coming up with her in my arms, and pressed her against the shower tile.
She hissed as the jet behind her sprayed straight against her ass.
“A little bit lower, and I would be pretty clear bowel-wise for the first time in months.”
I looked into her light-brown eyes, the color of which I’d never seen before, and said, “I feel like I can never guess what’s about to come out of your mouth.”
“Just stick with me,” she teased. “There’s more.”
I leaned down and pressed my mouth to hers, then pulled away. “Finish your shower. Then tell me everything I want to know.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” She saluted me.
Why I thought that was so damn sexy, I didn’t know.
Her attitude was a weird one.
We finished up in the shower, and she was dressed in my sweats as I went in search of the clothes I’d been wearing earlier.
Only when we were both fully clothed at last did she start to talk.
“I met Audrey when Deacon Andrew, her father, first came to work with my father. Audrey’s mother wasn’t in the picture, so Audrey spent a whole lot of time with us.
Only, Audrey was a fuckin’ psycho. She hated when we got attention and she didn’t, and never quite grew out of that.
She slept with my high school boyfriend at prom behind the bleachers.
She spent her entire teenage years making my life miserable, and when I was finally about to get the hell out of Sawtooth, she accidentally ran over me with her car. ”
I blinked. “What?”
“You heard me,” she said. “I was able to dodge, mostly. But she hit my knee as I was diving out of the way. I tore every ligament you can tear in your knee. My athletic scholarship was gone in an instant, and my way out of this hellhole town.”
“What’s so bad about it?” I asked.
“I guess not much besides her and my parents.” She winced. “I…”
There was a polite knock at my door.
We both turned from where we were leaning against the kitchen counter to see a pink puffy jacket and tight blue jeans on the other side of the glass door.
“Great,” she said. “Like the devil summoned himself.”
I turned back toward Eddy.
“Why’d she hit you?” I asked.
“Well, besides being a complete bitch?”
“Yeah, besides that.” I chuckled.
“I’d just gotten finished telling her that I was going to the University of Wyoming on a full ride with Nettie.” She shrugged. “I guess she didn’t like that, because her grades weren’t good enough to get herself out of here.”
I looked toward the door when the knocking went from polite to persistent.
“Can she see us?” Eddy wondered.
I shook my head. “It’s privacy glass.”
“Oh.” She grinned manically. “Can I convince you to take that shirt off and come out of the bedroom in about thirty seconds?”
“Are you going to answer the door?” I asked.
“Yep.” She kicked off her pants and tossed them carelessly to the floor, leaving herself in only my sweatshirt and nothing else.
I eyed her beautiful legs, my gaze stopping on the scar on her left knee.
“What do I get if I do?”
She batted her beautiful lashes at me before saying, “I’ll cook my world-famous biscuits and gravy.”
My stomach chose that moment to rumble.
“Deal,” I said as I pulled the shirt off.
She cleared her throat and allowed her gaze to travel down the length of my chest.
“Any and all chance you had at fixing your relationship with her will be null and void if you let me do this.”
“She wasn’t anyone I ever wanted to keep,” I said as I backed toward the bedroom. “We never even slept together.”
Her brows lifted. “No?”
“Nope.” I laughed. “I told you she came over with one of my club buddies and left everything in hopes that she could ‘come get it.’ She’s not mine.”
I flipped him off.
“Not saying she wouldn’t jump me if given half a chance, though,” I teased as I threw my shirt over my shoulder.
Her eyes trailed down the length of my body. “All right, hubby. Get into position.”
My lips quirked at her words, and I went into the bedroom to grab a pair of socks.
I had just slipped them onto my feet and my feet into a pair of slippers when I heard, “What. The. Fuck?”
I came out of the bedroom pulling my shirt back on.
There was utter silence in the room following my entrance.
“What are you doing here, Audrey?” I asked when my head popped free of the fabric.
“I was, uh, coming to get my things. From when I left them here last week?”
The way she said it made it known that she’d left them behind, but in a way that was definitely sexual. Not in the platonic way she’d actually left them.
Though, I didn’t doubt that it was fully intentional on her part.
She knew what she was doing leaving that shit behind. Hell, I had no clue why she’d brought it all in, anyway.
“They’re boxed up and waiting on you,” I said. “Though, I let Eddy use your shower soap. I hope you don’t mind. We usually stay at her place.”
Audrey inhaled swiftly.
“You bitch,” Audrey whispered.
“I’ll go get the box,” Eddy said. “I need to put some panties on, anyway.”
When she disappeared into the kitchen to grab the sweats that she’d dropped earlier, I watched her go.
Only when she’d disappeared into the laundry room to ‘get dressed’ did Audrey draw my attention once again. “She’s an awful person, Weaver. You could do way better.”
I turned, giving Audrey my full attention. “She seems pretty great to me.”
“You don’t know her. She’s…”
“What the fuck are you doing here, dirtbag?” I heard yelled from the front of my yard.
I looked a little bit farther out the door to see Boone pulling up in his truck, Nettie half hanging out of the window and pointing at Audrey.
Her hair was wild, her makeup was smudged, and she was wearing that freshly fucked look that her sister was also wearing.
Boone, however, didn’t look nearly as pleased as I looked. He almost looked sick to his stomach.
It made me question whether he drank anymore yesterday after he’d left with Nettie.
That would explain the “near-death” look he had going on.
He pulled to a stop, and Nettie didn’t bother with the door. She crawled out through the window and fell straight into a pile of snow.
Eddy, who’d gotten to the door in time to watch that smooth move from her sister, started giggling.
If this situation wasn’t so bizarre, I might very well have laughed with her.
“Here are your things,” Eddy said as she placed the box on the porch railing and backed up into the warmth of the house. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go grab a cup of coffee for my sister.”
Speaking of her sister…