Chapter 34
DANIEL
I could go to the job site and help finish up Melly’s driveway. I wanted to, but it was a dumb move. Danny’d be there. We had to work some things out but doing it in the front yard of the woman I supposedly stole from him wasn’t a good idea.
I wouldn’t stick with staying outside her house either. I’d go in and fuck her.
My dick was hard with wanting her. With wanting to do all the things we had yet to cover.
The lube never got delivered. I hadn’t seen all her bra and panty sets.
Or her nightgowns. And other than that quick, single suck, she hadn’t gotten her mouth on my dick.
I hadn’t watched her try to take all of me down her throat.
“Fuck!” I shouted at my empty house.
So I was staying home and packing. I hadn’t gone anywhere in so long I forgot how much weird shit I needed to take. Toothbrush. Socks. Power cords. Passport. Medicines.
Why was I not eager to go? My flight left tomorrow and Sunday morning, I’d be in fucking Scotland debating whether to have the haggis or meat pie with my whisky. Without the “e.”
“Shit. That’s why.”
Melly.
The naughty nerd.
I’d had to look up the Wizard of Oz reference she mentioned because I hadn’t seen the movie since Danny was little and hid behind the couch seeing the vividly green Wicked Witch of the West with her flying monkeys and I sure as hell hadn’t read the book. Who had besides Melly?
There was a side to her she kept hidden and there hadn’t been enough time to find out why. But I’d seen it and I’d liked the hell out of what I saw.
I had a feeling she had, too.
My cell rang and my heart kicked up a notch. Melly?
I frowned. Deek.
“Hey.”
“Packing?”
I stared at my things laid out on my bed. “Packing.”
“Checking to see if we’re still on for tonight. Kincaids.”
The going away dinner.
“The James guys want in too, so Arlo’s reserving a bunch of tables for us.”
“I’m in.” Where else would I be? I thought. “How’s the job coming?”
“You’re not asking because you’re going to come over and help, are you?”
“No.” Melly had made it clear she was done, and I respected her boundaries, even though my dick didn’t understand.
“By help I meant pretend to care about the driveway and sneak inside and fuck Melly.”
I sighed. It was no point telling him off for being disrespectful with his wording, but really, I would sneak inside and fuck her.
“No.”
“Good because you have worse cockblockers over here than your brothers.”
I frowned, grabbing a new deodorant from the drawer in my bathroom. “Danny?”
“Well, okay, worse than him.” So he was still butt hurt about me and Melly. Great.
“What can be worse than your son being pissed you fucked his ex?” I asked.
Deek laughed. “D, I told you so. I fucking told you so about that shit.”
“He’s not mad because he didn’t get the girl. He never wanted her.”
“Dude, he’s never going to live down that his father got his girl.”
“She’s not his girl!” She was mine. FUCK! No, she wasn’t.
“You kinda pulled a Dad. Worse because you scammed on your son’s dating pool. Dad only fucked his secretary, not one of our dates.”
“We were five and eight,” I reminded. “By the way, you’re a dick.” I tossed the deodorant on top of the pile of t-shirts. “Wait. Who can be a worse cockblocker than even Danny?”
I got off track and missed the original point.
“Melly’s mom. She’s back.”