CHAPTER 14
GRANT
Fucking hell. She moved like a miracle. Full of grace and coursing with sexual energy. I wanted nothing more than to stride over there, throw that woman over my shoulder, slap her ass, and take her the fuck home. What the hell was she doing, grinding on all those men? They were pawing at her like dogs in fucking heat. Touching her all wrong and missing all the best parts of her. The guy in front of Theresa couldn't pull his eyes from her tits and the guy behind her was ready to shove his small dick up her ass. And the look in her eye—that mischievous little stare.
I wanted to see it as she looked up at me with my cock between those crimson red lips.
But, I couldn't. I was with Jim and Hollis, and I needed to keep myself in check. I’d run into Jim at the hardware store as I was picking up the last few things I needed to finish Hollis’ back porch. I’d decided to rip up the topical foundation and replace all that shit so no one would fall through the damn slats and kill themselves.
It’d been good to see Jim, and it seemed like a no-brainer to ask him to come out with us tonight.
After Theresa had stalked out of the woods that day, I’d told myself that I didn’t need to stay anymore. She was going to be okay on her own, and she didn’t want me sticking around. But I had started a project with Hollis’ porch and I wasn’t going to abandon it when it was half done. That’s not how I ran my business, and not how I treated a friend. But as soon as the porch was completed to my satisfaction, I would head back to Boston.
At least,
that was what I was telling myself. I wasn’t still here because of the girl on the dance floor, with her soft tits and her thick ass and her luscious thighs that trembled with her orgasms. It wasn’t because of her. That meant she had me by the nuts. And women didn’t have me by the nuts.
Women didn’t get under my skin.
I got under theirs.
“So how long you in town for?” Jim asked.
“Until I finish Hollis’ back porch. That thing was a shithole,” I said, finally pulling my eyes away from the scene on the dancefloor.
“It wasn’t that bad,” Hollis said.
“No, that thing’s pretty rickety,” Jim said. “I’m glad someone’s finally tackling it.”
“Because we all know you can’t,” I said with a grin.
“Won’t. Not can’t. I built that porch myself the first time,” Hollis said.
“And that’s why it wasn’t sanded or finished or primed or generally sturdy,” I said.
“I’d listen to the construction guru if I were you,” Jim said.
The two of them started talking about old times and reminiscing about our shitty high school days. But I was focused on Theresa. The guy in front of her was getting a little too grabby, in my opinion, and it fueled my need to go over there and break up the sexual heat gathering on the damn dance floor.
“Holy shit, Hollis. Is that Theresa?” Jim asked.
“What? Huh?” Hollis asked.
“Too busy staring at Jane, I see,” I said with a grin.
“She’s got like five men dancing on her,” Hollis said.
“You talking about Jane or your sister?” Jim asked.
“To answer your question, Jim, yes. The girl in the red dress is Theresa,” I said.
“What the fuck? What the hell’s my sister doing?” Hollis asked.
“It looks to me like she’s getting groped,” Jim said.
I eyed Hollis carefully, trying to get a glimpse into what Theresa was talking about that night at the creek. The controlling, impulsive side to her brother that tried to dictate her actions. But Jim’s statement forced my gaze back to the dance floor, and he was right. The guy behind her was reaching around and blatantly grabbing her tits.
And none of that shit was going down tonight.