I've known her for almost my whole life, having been best friends with her older brother, Travis, since kindergarten. When it was time to go off to college, I had no idea what I wanted to do, unlike Travis, who knew for sure what he wanted to do. So I applied to the community college, and I took a pre-law course for fun. You know what they say, that you know when you know. Well, the minute I was in that class, I knew. I knew that I wanted to learn the law. So I jumped in with both feet. Did I think I would drown? I did. Did I tell myself that no matter how many extra courses I had to take and that no matter how long it took, I would succeed? You bet your ass I did. I got my bachelor's in four years and then went to law school for the next three years. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, and it showed me what determination and dedication meant. For seven years, I had one goal in mind and one goal only. I studied my ass off for the bar, and the minute I got the results, I got shit-faced and then ended the night with Presley in my arms. It was one of the highlights of my life. When I think about all of the highlights, she's a part of them in some way or another.
All my hard work paid off when I got offered a position at Coco & Associates right after I passed the bar. I was there for six years until I decided it was time to come back home six months ago. It also helped that they offered me partner, which I didn't have, while they courted me, so it was a no-brainer.
I mean, it's not like I didn't come home at all. In the beginning, it was less, but then when Travis almost got married years ago, I started to come back more and more. Each time I was home, Presley and I would just migrate to each other. Neither of us wanted to put a name on what we were doing. We would see each other in secret, and I didn't really care as long as I got to spend my time with her. But now that I'm back full-time, and this is where we both live, it's getting to be a thorn in my side.
My phone beeps, and I reach over and grab it, seeing it's a text from her.
Gorgeous: Umm, did you eat my panties?
I laugh, getting up and going to the couch to grab them. I hold them up on my finger to snap a picture of them. Then I send it to her.
Me: Is this what you were looking for?
Gorgeous: Yes, where were they?
Me: If you come back, I will give them back to you.
Gorgeous: Throw them out.
I can't help the laugh that comes out of me. This woman drives me crazy, and when I try to FaceTime her, she declines the call.
Gorgeous: I'm working out and all sweaty.
Me: You got pretty sweaty last night, and I was okay with it.
Gorgeous: I'm blocking you. Go away.
Me: So you don't want your panties back?
Gorgeous: I'll get them tonight.
Me: Ohh, admitting that we are having dinner together so early in the day. IT'S A MIRACLE.
Gorgeous: I'm blocking you.
Me: Have a great day, gorgeous.
Putting my phone down, I get up and walk up the steps to slip on my basketball shorts and a T-shirt before rushing out the door. I park behind her and get out of the car, rushing up her front steps. I press her doorbell and wait for her to answer. My head is down when she opens the door, and when I look up, I can't help but smile. "Hey, gorgeous." She tries not to smile as she shakes her head from side to side. Her hair is tied high on her head in a bun. Her face is red as she pants, trying to catch her breath. She's wearing a sports bra and booty shorts that should be illegal. "I came to return your panties," I say, taking a step in and wrapping one hand around her waist.
"Is that so?" she says while I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
"That is so," I say, my lips finding hers as I carry her up the stairs to her bedroom. I suck her neck once before throwing her on her bed. "Just one problem." She gets on her elbows, looking at me. "I forgot them at home." My hands go to her hips as I peel her shorts off. Her bare pussy makes my semi-hard cock come fully awake.
"Don't you even think about it." She rolls off the bed. "I need to shower first." She looks over her shoulder as she walks to her bathroom. "Are you coming?"
"You know it," I say, taking two steps, then grabbing her hips and putting my hard, covered cock up against her ass. "I'm going to be coming in more ways than one."
Chapter 3
Presley
"So what do you think?" Clarabella walks into my office, and I look away from the computer screen where I was scheduling two more meetings for tomorrow. She stands there in a pink skirt and ivory silk button-down shirt, her hip cocked to the side.
"I mean, if you are going to try anal." I lean back in my chair. "I say go for it. It hurts and is not worth the hype. But everyone is different."
"What the hell are you talking about?" she shrieks, throwing her hands in the air. Shelby comes waltzing into the room wearing black pants and a white shirt pulled up at the sleeves.
"Clarabella is thinking of trying anal." I fill Shelby in. Her face grimaces, and she shakes her head.
"Oooh," Shelby starts. "You need to get super drunk. And then you just think you're a porn star. But then the reality is you're really not. So it's going to hurt like a motherfucker."
"Oh my God!" Clarabella yells, throwing her hands in the air. "What is wrong with you two?"
"You were the one who asked.” I point at her, and she just shakes her head and puts her hands on her head.
"I was asking you about the Taylor Swift song," she says, and my eyebrows pinch together. I guess with the look on my face, she knows that I have absolutely no idea what she's talking about. "I texted you all last night," she huffs.
"Oh, that," I say, picking up my phone. "I didn't read it." They both gasp. "What? I'm learning to disconnect at night." They both tilt their head to the side. It's also because when the phone did alert me, I was in the middle of having the first orgasm of the night, but I won't add that in there.
"Disconnect?" Shelby asks with her mouth hanging open in shock. "Disconnect." She repeats the word as if she’s not sure she said it out loud.
"Hold the phone," Clarabella says. "You gave me shit last month when I missed a call from you.”
"It was an emergency!” I shriek, holding my hands up. "The groom literally wanted everyone to dye their hair blond because he wanted it to look like the Cullens were in attendance." My voice goes louder. "Now give me a second to look and see what we are really discussing since you didn't mean anal."
"Oh, for the love of God," Clarabella retorts.
"Why don't we just have this meeting now?" Shelby asks, going to sit down. "What happened?"
"Oh my God, you didn't read my text either?" She looks over at Shelby.
"She was probably practicing how to be a porn star." I laugh at my own joke.
"I was riding something," she says, and I can't help but gasp. "Oh, please, like you haven't ridden anything in the last six months." She rolls her eyes, and my palms start to sweat as I try to take the focus off myself and the questions that I'm sure they are dying to ask me but won't.
"Thank God I wasn't stranded on the side of the road," Clarabella declares. "Or worse off. You two were my one phone call from jail."