“What?” I glance to the closed front door, which I can see is locked.
“He took off before they got here.”
“Okay, does it matter really?” I try to hide the trace of fear that spikes through me.
“To me it does. He said some fucked-up shit, and he could come back, so that means I’m staying.”
“Staying as in, here?” I point to the ground. “You can’t stay here.” Temptation would be way too close then.
“I can stay in my car out front all night, or you can let me crash on the sofa.” He folds his arms over his chest. I know that look in his eyes. It’s the one he always gets when his mind is set on something.
“All right.” I give. I’m too tired to fight him at this point.
Tyson Carter wins this round.
CHAPTER 7
TYSON
Falling asleep on the sofa is a no-go in part because it’s too short and too lumpy but mostly because my hard-on will not abate. I can’t even go into the bathroom to fap because there’s only one, and it’s right next to Rory’s bedroom, so I just lie on my back, my eyes pinned to the popcorn ceiling and my hand at the base of my dick, squeezing the life out of it in hopes of strangling my erection.
It doesn’t help that sometime in the middle of the night or early morning, I grow so tired that I start having hallucinations of Rory coming out of her bedroom wearing one of those cotton jersey G-strings and a thin T-shirt she’s cut off right below her tits. She straddles me, and magically we both fit on this skinny stretch of a cushion.
“Ty-ty, I’ve wanted you for so long,” she says. “Let me show you how much.” She reaches her hands behind her head and slips her hair into a ponytail. The action raises the T-shirt enough that the lower part of her tits are exposed. My breath catches in my throat. I keep my hands at my sides because I’m uncertain if this apparition will disappear if I move.
She shimmies down my legs until her face is even with my crotch. My dick springs from my boxers, waving its ruddy head eagerly in the direction of her mouth.
“I’ve never given a guy a blow job before,” she whispers, her hot breath sweeping across my sensitive skin like wind on a fire.
“That’s okay,” I croak out. “Never had one before either.”
She arches her eyebrows. “The cheer squad didn’t help you out?”
“Didn’t want them to.” I allow myself to slide my hands up her back, under her shirt, reveling in the skin-to-skin contact. My thumbs stroke the sides of her breasts. She shivers lightly under the caress.
“Were you waiting for me?” she teases with a coquettish tilt of her chin. With each word, my dick grows thicker and harder.
“Damn straight.” I’m torn between wanting to pull her up to my mouth and wanting to shove my dick down her throat.
“I feel like making you wait longer.” She purses her lips and blows gently on my cock. I think I let out a whimper. “Nah, I’m not that cruel.”
Her tongue darts out to lick up my shaft when a piercing whistle penetrates my skull. I bolt upright to see Logan about two inches from my face, a yellow play whistle snug between his teeth. Hurriedly, I glance down at my lap and find that the blanket, while twisted, still covers me. The loud noise deflated my erection like a pin in a balloon. I guess be grateful for small favors.
“What’s up, little man?” I ask as if I wasn’t having the horniest dream about his sister.
“We got school. Can you drive us?”
“Sure. Sure.” I rub my eyes and peer at my watch. The dial on my Audemars Piguet says it’s seven. “Where’s your sister?”
“She went to work already. She starts delivering at six for the grocery store.”
I glance down at my lap again. Did she...come over while I was sleeping? Was I jerking off? Shit. I wish I could remember, but it’s hard to figure out what was real and what was my overactive imagination. I mean, I’m sure she wasn’t straddling my cock while I was sleeping. Right?
“Let me get dressed and we’ll take off.”
“Cool! Can we go through McDonald’s and have McMuffins for breakfast?”
“Logan, shut up. I told you not to ask him,” calls Dean. His mouth is muffled by the toothbrush hanging out of the side. There’s a drip of paste on his chin. I brush my face with my thumb to let him know that he’s got a minty guest hanging around and then pat Logan’s head.
“It’s all good. McMuffins, juice, and whatever else you want, but you’ve got to be ready in ten minutes.”
The boys rush to get dressed while I pull on my discarded jeans and T-shirt, which smell faintly of booze. I guess I got too close to the dealer last night. The boys scarf down two meals each and then wave merrily to me when I drop them off. A few of the moms in the school line give me some weird looks, which I ignore.
I drive by the grocery store, but Rory’s Jeep isn’t there, so I run home, shower, change, and then head down to City Hall to see my uncle. Mavis, his admin, waves me off. “You can’t go in there. He’s having a budget meeting.”
“Shit.”
“What’s wrong? Is your mama hurt?” She rushes to my side.
“No.” When I left the house, she was elbow deep in her flower garden. “I wanted to see if Uncle Phillip knew anything about some meth dealers in the area.”
Mavis frowns. “Child, why’re you asking about that? That’s grown person’s business. Go make your funny videos and leave all of that to the authorities.”
My funny videos? Is that all I’m known for? “I’m a grown person, Mavis.”
“Sure you are.” She pats my cheek. “How’s that romance with the Carlson girl going? From your last post, it looks like she’s still playing hard to get. You need to give us all an update.”
I scrub my face and bite back a retort that would likely hurt Mavis’ feelings. “It’s still going. If anything positive happens, y’all will be the first to know.”
“Oh, honey, no one wants anything positive to happen. We like the yearning.” She winks and shoos me to the door. “I’ll let Mayor know that you stopped by. Bye bye, now!”
I find myself on the other side of the office door before I can blink. I’ll admit I wasn’t the best student in the classroom but I didn’t realize that the town thought of me as some kid who didn’t—no, couldn’t—do anything worthwhile but post little videos that made people laugh. I’m doing that because it’s low effort and gives me an opportunity to follow Rory around.
Is that why Rory won’t go out with me? Because she thinks I’m a useless human? Getting a regular job does not appeal to me, but maybe I can prove my worth to her by cleaning up this business with her mom and the meth dealer. Can’t be too hard. I know everyone in this town.
CHAPTER 8
RORY
I know my mom is actually ignoring my phone calls at this point. She accidentally answered at one point only to hang up on me. I text her, letting her know what happened last night. That some man is looking for her. But she hasn’t even bothered to respond to my messages.