Chapter 9 Cocky Fucker
COCKY FUCKER
Wyatt
My phone buzzed, and I read the text from my twin brother that truly told me one thing, I was needed over at the barn. So I put on a hoodie and my boots, hopped on my bike, and before I knew it, I was walking into quite the show in under three minutes.
The last week had been a whirlwind.
I’d had the phenomenal night in the woods with Ms. Poison Ivy, only to meet up with Julian to let him know briefly and professionally how it’d gone.
Then, when I’d finished my meeting with Julian, I’d gotten a call from my brother about his girlfriend going missing.
We immediately knew it was her piece of shit abusive ex, and thankfully, my brother was a bit possessive and had a tracking device…
on her. Well, in her, but that wasn’t the point.
Theo and I had picked up his truck while Oliver and Rowan went after Aspen. She was safe and home now, but it had been a long couple of days helping them both, and I was just happy it was finally over and settled down.
I looked up as I walked into the barn. Rowan had the fucker strung up from the rafters of the barn. His arms were chained above his head, and he was swaying slightly, his feet not touching the ground. They were glaring at each other—any other time it would be funny—but tonight, not so much.
“Not much of a talker, huh?” I said as I walked up next to Rowan.
“Nah, doesn’t seem like it,” he replied. His voice was even and calm, but I knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long.
“Fuck, there’s two of you? Is that why she chose you? Fucking you both? Makes sense for a fucking whore,” Samuel mumbled. I couldn’t help the chuckle that rumbled from my chest.
Rowan’s eyes met my own. “Damn, you’re fucking my girl too?”
I chuckled again, immediately thinking of my fiery girl. “Nah, I have a different gal in mind at the moment. Spicy like Aspen though. I think they’d get along well.”
Though I hadn’t had much time for her since that night. Between work, a few quick security jobs I’d picked up on the side to keep me busy, and looking after the turkey strung up above me, I hadn’t left the ranch much.
Rowan nodded, the understanding clear in his eyes. “Makes sense. Can’t wait to meet her.”
I scoffed, her dark eyes behind that mask appearing in my mind. “Yeah, me too.”
He arched a brow at me, and I shook my head. I wasn’t going to explain right here and now. That was a conversation for later, after this fiasco was handled.
I stood back with Theo and Oliver as we watched Ro talk to the strung-up asshole. We’d all taken turns keeping his dumb ass alive the last few days while Aspen was in the hospital, but now that we knew she was going to be okay and she was home, Rowan was ready to end him.
Me? I was more than ready for this adventure to be over. So I watched, a smirk on my face, as my brother beat the man to death. Did that make me slightly off kilter? Maybe.
I threw the dirt over my shoulder as I continued to dig this fucking hole in the middle of the night.
Glancing behind me, I shook my head at the bag next to my foot.
How did I end up with the torso? This fucker wasn’t even a big dude, but here I was, lugging his heavy damn torso around as if I were the muscles of this family, and not the brains.
Once Rowan was finally done, and fuck head was officially beaten to a pulp, I’d spent the rest of the evening helping him and my brothers dispose of said fucker.
If we were being honest, we did the world a favor.
He truly didn’t deserve to live. When you’re a man who can’t keep his hands, or his fists, to himself, you’ve got to go.
When I finished burying my section of his body, I could go the fuck home and shower, maybe find some time in my schedule for a spicy redhead.
Footsteps sounded from behind me, but I didn’t bother turning to look. I already knew who it was.
“Almost done?” he asked. He sounded even more tired than I felt right now, but I didn’t blame him. He hadn’t gotten a decent night’s sleep in almost a week, and he’d spent the last few days sleeping in a hospital chair next to Aspen’s bed.
I threw the last bit of dirt over shit head’s torso and then shoved the shovel into the now soft dirt.
Truly, Rowan was lucky he didn’t off this guy any later into the year, or the ground would’ve been solid and we would’ve had to dispose of him a different way.
Maybe the neighbor had a pig. That was something I’d have to look into. Just in case.
“There. Best twin brother you’ve ever had,” I said with a smirk.
“Only twin brother I’ve ever had, thank the gods above. Want to walk back with me?”
I nodded, grabbed my shovel, and we started back to the barn where we’d burn our shit and finally head home.
“So,” Rowan started.
“Yeah?” I asked after a moment of silence.
“New girl, huh?” I didn’t reply for a moment, and Rowan didn’t push. He’d always been more of the talker compared to me. I was the quiet twin, and while Rowan had always been vocal about his thoughts on marriage and committed relationships, before Aspen, I hadn’t.
Where Rowan was committed to his work with Oliver on our family’s ranch and the rest of our family itself, I was committed to my job and having a good time with whatever chick of the week wanted to be there.
I didn’t actively seek to avoid commitment like him, but I sure as fuck made it a point to ensure every woman I was with understood that I was here for a good time and not a long time.
Our father had passed away when I was twelve, and while it was devastating to all of us, what really hurt was watching Mom lose the love of her life and still having to raise the five of us.
I hadn’t found anyone in my life I was willing to risk it all for that way, but a pair of dark eyes hidden behind a forest green mask came to mind, and I shook my head, forcing away the thought. That was insane—I didn’t even know her name.
“I, uh…” I cleared my throat and ran my free hand over my face.
“My boss for the project over at Silk and Spice wanted me on the app to make sure it worked and shit, told me I needed to fully test it out, so I did. Met up with this girl the other night and we…well, it was anonymous, and she was…fuck Rowan, she was amazing. I haven’t stopped thinking about her since. ”
My brother chuckled. “How was it anonymous? Did you both wear ski masks or some shit?”
I smirked. “Or some shit. I wore my old Batman mask, and she showed up in a Poison Ivy mask.”
Rowan stopped and stared at me. “You two showed up matching? Unplanned? Did you tell her about your comic book nerd status?”
I smacked him in the chest. “Shut the fuck up, dude. No, I didn’t. We didn’t exchange any info. We met up, ran, fucked, parted ways. Haven’t talked to her since.”
We started walking again, and he chuckled again. “You’re in love.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fuck you, I am not. That’s a you thing. There isn’t a woman in the world aside from Mom, Payton, and now Aspen that I’d be killing some dude for, so it isn’t even a topic of discussion. She was just a lot of fun, and with work and shit, I need that. Fun. Nothing else.”
I glared over at him as he shook his head, a smile still plastered across his face. “Whatever you say, bro. Oh and by the way, make sure you go see Ember ASAP. Aspen is freaking out knowing you spent all week saving her instead of her friend.”
“Ember?”
He arched a brow at me. “Buns of Delight owner in town?”
Oops. Totally fumbled the ball there.
“Oh, yeah. Of course. Don’t worry. I’ll go see her in the morning.”
He was right though, it was whatever I said.
My brother had no idea how happy I was for him that he’d found Aspen, and I meant what I said.
I’d help him kill again to maintain that happiness.
But me? I wouldn’t be finding that. I didn’t even believe I was capable of loving someone like that.
So why worry about it? I was just a man looking for fun.
Simple.
Stretched out across my bed in my grey sweats and one of my black, cropped, workout tanks, I pushed my black framed glasses up my nose as I scrolled through a bunch of bullshit on social media.
I’d finished cleaning up with my brothers before we all parted ways and headed back to our homes.
I was showered, shaved, took out my contacts, and was now officially trying my hardest to relax.
However, before I could manage to find my way into that headspace, I had the brilliant idea to check in on the Silk and Spice app.
I truly couldn’t turn my mind off of work for more than an hour, it seemed.
Opening the messages portion of the app, I found myself smiling when I saw the green dot showing the fiery girl from the other night was online.
I’d told myself I was done, once and we were finished.
We’d shared that cigarette, which was way fucking hotter than it should’ve been.
I watched her drive away, and I’d relegated myself to being content with us sharing a filter full of tobacco being the closest our lips would come.
I was done now. However, some other force had me opening the message thread we’d started that first time and typing out a message.
ImVengecock: You’re up late.
I watched as she read the message and started typing back, finding myself anxious for her response.
Scream-Pies: Is this how you normally find booty calls? Slide into their DM’s in the middle of the night, stating the obvious?
ImVengecock: Has anyone ever told you that you’re a fiery little thing?
Scream-Pies: Has anyone ever told you that you’re really good at stating the obvious?
ImVengecock: Only my brothers.
Scream-Pies: Happy to be added to such an exclusive list.
ImVengecock: It is definitely much better looking with you on it.
Scream-Pies: Aw. Are horrid looks common in your family?
I started laughing. Fuck, this woman was a brat.
ImVengecock: Common? Somewhat. Thankfully they skipped me though.
Scream-Pies: You are a cocky fucker, aren’t you?
ImVengecock: You didn’t seem to have any complaints about my cock the other night.
Scream-Pies: I walked right into that one. My mistake.
ImVengecock: Care for another go?
Scream-Pies: Someone’s attached already. One dip and you’re addicted?
ImVengecock: It’s possible. Care to find out?
I watched as she typed and stopped three times before her message finally popped up in the chat.
Only it wasn’t a message all by itself. Oh no.
It was a photo of her lying in bed in a white lace see-through bra and matching panties.
Small rose gold balls on either side of her pert nipples had me biting my lower lip.
Fuck me, she was…I swallowed roughly, my cock already hard. I snapped a photo of it through my gray sweats and sent it back.
Scream-Pies: Gray sweatpants are a cliche I’m happy you indulge in. You plan the next meet-up, and I’m there. Same rules as before apply.
ImVengecock: Deal.
I scrolled back up, opening the photo she sent me, and spent the next few minutes with my hand wrapped around my stiff cock, imagining those pretty pink nipples in my mouth and my cock buried back inside of her.
I wasn’t even ashamed to say calling it a few minutes was generous before I had a mess all over my stomach, and while I wiped it up, all I thought about was her tongue licking it off my abs for me—which resulted in me being hard as fuck all over again.