Sasquatch #2
SQUATCH: How was work today?
He needed to know if she’d directly lie to him.
He didn’t think she would. As far as he knew, she was honest to a fault.
When she did lie, she usually outed herself shortly after with an admission of guilt.
It ate her up. That’s how he knew this burden she was carrying was poisoning her.
That and the shit her mom did that Croon didn’t know about, the self-harm, and whatever else the old bitch did that Devin was dragging around like a fucking anchor.
He couldn’t tell his brother, but he couldn’t not either.
MY OL’ LADY: I had a long day.
When the response came, it did something inside his soul.
Right before he’d texted her, he’d changed her contact information and seeing it pop up like that felt right.
It gave him a sensation of belonging and peace he hadn’t felt before.
Sure, he had the kinship with his brothers and a sense of family with his aunt, but it was different when it was Devin.
“Hmm, skirting it I see my delectable ol’ lady,” he breathed into the room. Just then he heard and felt a thump by his head like someone dropping their head back against the mounted headboard in the next room. His woman was having an attack of conscience for edging the truth.
He smiled.
SQUATCH: Really? That busy at the office?
Another thump followed by what sounded like a curse.
MY OL’ LADY: I played hooky from work, but still a long day. I got up early after barely any sleep, remember?
Squatch’s smile grew so big it hurt and he fist pumped the air. He knew it, she couldn’t lie, not even in text. Then a thought hit him. He didn’t have to choose between loyalty to his brother and club or loyalty to his woman, he could maintain both.
He fired off a text to Croon.
SQUATCH: When we get back, sit Dev down and ask her directly what bad things your mommy dearest did or said to her.
If you can remember certain incidents you have wondered about, ask about those.
Any marks or anything, ask point blank what they’re from.
Targeted questions. I am begging you not to question me any further about what I mean, brother.
Please, I just know she won’t lie if it’s direct enough. Trust me.
He reread it a few times before hitting send. There was nothing in there that betrayed her, but Croon needed to know. He still gave that bitch money, and it made Squatch sick.
Three tones sounded on his phone one right after the other.
CROON: Ok.
CROON: I’m glad it’s you, brother. She could definitely do worse.
CROON: Stay safe X 2.
I’m glad it’s you, brother. That was the real stamp of approval from Croon, and it hit him in the chest.
SQUATCH: Thanks, brother. Will do. She’s everything.
He fired off the next response to Dev.
SQUATCH: Good girl, Darling Devin. winky face emoji
Knowing they both needed sleep didn’t stop him from sending the next text.
SQUATCH: What are you wearing?
MY OL’ LADY: Ninja Turtles Underoos and chicken leg socks?
MY OL’ LADY: (pic)
Squatch couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up from his chest, he instantly silenced it with his own hand. The walls in this place were paper thin, not like at their hotel, and he wasn’t ready to alert Devin to his presence yet.
Case in point, he heard her berating herself through the wall. He had to lean his ear against it to hear clearly, but still.
“Who sends a grown ass man a picture of themselves wearing chicken socks?”
MY OL’ LADY: Unsend Unsend UNSEND!!!!!
He laughed out loud at her inside thoughts translating to a text and the socks Scott had mentioned.
SQUATCH: That’s sexy as fuck, sweetness. I’ve got my cock out and I’m typing one handed.
He wasn’t completely fibbing. He was lying there naked, but what the hell, she’d sent him her weird ass socks pic so he could return the favor.
He thought about how she tasted last night and the delicious sounds she’d made as he’d fucked her, and it only took a handful of strokes to get his cock camera ready.
SQUATCH: (image)
They bantered back and forth about his dick and measuring it, it was easy and fun.
It felt natural like they’d been together forever and were comfortable.
He was still lazily stroking his cock, getting ramped up simply by her words, which weren’t even sexual, she was funny as hell.
He’d always known it, but she held herself back, like she didn’t want to be the life of the party or center of attention.
But there, in two separate rooms, with their heads against the same wall, it was just them, as close as could be.
He’d increased his pace and was leaking precum.
If he put his phone down and massaged his balls, he could blow in under ten seconds, that’s how turned on he was by her fucking sense of humor for crying out loud.
He did just that and was on the edge when he heard it…
her laugh. One hard stroke and he came all over his hand.
“Fuck,” he gritted out as he did a few slow strokes with a twist to empty himself completely.
He threw his head back hard against the wall twice just as a way to connect to her. Fuck. He hadn’t blown his load with just a text and a socks pic before.
He was well and truly fucked. She would lead him around by his dick and he would happily let her. Jasper fucking Stanton was gone over a woman.
After cleaning himself up, he grabbed the phone to read the text that had come in.
MY OL’ LADY: You just got me in trouble with the people next door. I was being too loud. I think your 4th grade teacher taught you how to use a ruler incorrectly. Those are centimeters, Jasper. Inches are the other one.
Oh, she’d just slipped up. Harmon’s nearest neighbor wasn’t close enough to hear her. He didn’t plan to call her on it, he’d let her keep her illusion for now. They went back and forth about his cock, but he wanted to hear her come undone at his words as he had hers… needed it.
SQUATCH: Thank you. Is all this talk about my dick making you hot. Are you touching yourself and moaning my name at the top of your lungs? Is that what made your neighbors mad?
No response.
SQUATCH: I just blew my load all over my hand just reading your words.
MY OL’ LADY: Talking about your own cock turn you on that much?
MY OL’ LADY: I just looked it up and it’s called autosexuality and it’s a sexual orientation.
SQUATCH: Brat, that’s not what did it. You did it.
You make me laugh Devin and that’s not something I do a lot of.
You’re smart, far smarter than me, but I am smart enough to see what a great woman you are.
Not to mention sexy af. But mostly, just knowing that it’s your amazing caring self in chicken socks taking the time to text me.
Choosing me over whatever else you could be doing right now.
You best be careful Dev or I’ll wife you up before you know it.
MY OL’ LADY: Keep talking to me like that and I’ll let you.
Squatch had planned on sneaking out behind her when she left and not letting her know he was there until she pulled up at that fucker’s house.
He wanted her to have that moment where she felt that she’d done it.
Taken the step and done it, but he couldn’t.
What if something went wrong? What if the fucker was outside, or if she got out of her car and to the door before he could get there?
He had to stay far enough back she wouldn’t see and that was too much time.
Sure, a few of his Omaha brothers already had eyes on the house, but they too would be too far away if Thom pulled her inside.