“So that’s how it’s gonna be huh, Sunshine?”
“Yes. At least for now,” I laughed and turned the water on.
“Think there’s room for two in there?” he asked, standing up and stretched. God damn Troy was built. Every time I looked at him, I was in awe that this man wanted to be with me. Well, at least, he wanted me to be in his bed with him. Lord knew if I had made any headway with a relationship between us. I really wouldn’t know if he did want a relationship with me until this whole Banachi fiasco got cleared up. Right now I felt like I was being pushed on him and he had no choice. I didn’t want him to feel that he had to be with me.
“What’s with the frown, Sunshine?” he asked, walking over to me, his dick bobbing and waving at me.
I pasted a smile on my face. There was no point in telling Troy what I was thinking. “No frown. I was just wondering if two people can fit in the shower and how we only have thirteen minutes left until Meg comes barging in here.”
“Then you better get your sexy ass in here with me,” Troy said as he walked past me and right into the shower, leaving the curtain open behind him.
Well, what was a girl to do? Stand here and worry about the future, or enjoy the delicious man who was waiting in the shower?
I was wet and totally in the moment five seconds later. Mama didn’t raise no fool.
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Chapter 19
troy
“Everyone has their clothes on? All the bits and pieces put away?” Meg asked as she walked in the door, her hand covering her eyes.
“Babe,” King laughed as he watched her walk right into the island and grunted. “I’m not opening my eyes until I have firm confirmation that Troy’s ass is fully covered. I can’t handle that kind of thing twice in one day.” She had turned and was talking to the cabinets.
“Meg, take your damn hand off your face. You think I would walk you into a room where there was a naked guy other than me?” King growled, grabbing her arm and gently lowering it.
“No, I don’t think you would.” Meg still had her eyes shut tight.
“Meg, I have fucking clothes on,” I called, shaking my head as I quickly made the bed.
“Promise?”
“Hell yes.”
She opened one eye and slowly turned around, looking around the apartment. “Don’t ever do that to me again,” she said, one eye still closed and pointed a finger at me.
“Knock, Meg, and if no one answers, wait longer,” I laughed.
“Duly noted,” she said, opening both eyes. “You might want to invest in a tanning membership by the way. Your ass is unusually pale.”
“I might have to agree with Meg on that one,” Marley said as she walked out of the stall in the corner.
“You got any beer, brother?” King asked as he opened the fridge and looked around.
“Bottom left.” I grabbed the pillow that had ended up on the floor and tossed it at the head of the bed. “Grab me one, too.” The beer I had opened earlier sat on the counter forgotten and warm.
“Do you have anything to eat, I’m starving,” Meg mumbled as she opened the cabinets looking for food.
“Check the freezer, there should be some snacks in there you can heat up.” “Heck yeah, I’m hungry, too,” Marley said as she walked over to Meg and they both peered into the freezer.
“Dude, I think you need to buy stock in pizza rolls. You have like six bags in here,” Meg said as she grabbed a bag and tossed it on the counter.
“Oh, popsicles!” Marley grabbed the half-eaten box of twin banana popsicles and pulled one out. “Split one with me?” she asked Meg as she opened it and snapped it in half handing it to Meg.
“Hell yes.”
“After you feed yourselves, you think you can tell me what the hell ya’ll are doing here?” I said as I watched Meg grab down a plate and load it up with pizza rolls.
“You didn’t invite them over?” Marley asked.
“Hell no. I see Meg enough at work,” I smirked, cracking open my beer.
“Ass,” Meg said, raising her hand up and flipping me off over her shoulder.
“We need to talk,” King said as he sat down on the couch.
I grabbed Marley’s hand and tugged her over to the sofa with me. I didn’t need Meg’s ‘uniqueness’ wearing off on her. “What’s up?” I asked, popping open the footrest.
“Gravel stopped by your house earlier today.” King said looking at Marley.
“Okay.”
“When he got there, your door was kicked in, and your whole house was tossed.”
“Oh my God,” Marley gasped, her hand covering her mouth.
“Holy shit,” I cursed.
“As of right now we are assuming it’s the Banachi’s. I had to call in a favor from the Chilton chapter to help get in touch with them. As of right now, all they are getting is silence.”
“So they are still trying to get to Marley. Are they even going to care when you talk to them and tell them Marley doesn’t want the money?”
“We’ll make them listen. I have Edge researching everything he can about inheritance law. There had to be a way to refuse the money or accept it and just give it back to his family.”
“I tried!” Marley shouted.
“I’m not saying you didn’t, Marley. We’re just double-checking to make sure you didn’t miss anything. Edge has a cousin who is a lawyer, and he pulled a favor in. Hopefully, he’ll know something in the next couple of days,” King said, turning his head to watch Meg in the kitchen. “What the hell are you doing in there, babe?” he called.
“Decorating for Christmas. What the hell do you think I’m doing? I’m hungry.” Meg pulled the plate from the microwave and grabbed two sodas and a couple more beers for King and me.
“You always have to sass me?” King asked as he grabbed the drinks out of her hands.
“Don’t ask such obvious questions and I won’t have to sass you so much.” Meg popped a pizza roll in her mouth and smiled at King.
“You know where that sass ends you up,” he growled, leaning in and snatched the plate out of her hands.
“Hey!” Meg yelled and grabbed the plate back. “Don’t even say it, Lo, or its couch city tonight for you.”
“That sass gets a di-” Meg shoved a hand full of pizza rolls in his mouth and flounced over to the other end of the couch and plopped down next to Marley. “Fucking cavemen,” Meg mumbled under her breath.
Marley burst out laughing as King wiped pizza sauce off his face and chewed on at least four pizza rolls. His cheeks were bulging out, and he was looking at Meg like he didn’t know whether to throttle her or kiss her.
“Pizza roll?” Meg asked, holding the plate out to Marley and me. Marley grabbed two, a smirk playing on her lips. “Sure, don’t want you to smash them in my face or anything.”
“Your ass is mine as soon as we leave,” King growled, finally swallowing down the pizza rolls.
Meg rolled her eyes but wisely didn’t say anything.
“You’re going to have to stay here until we get things under control. The Banachi’s are going to keep looking for you, Marley. As of right now, this is the safest place for you. I didn’t even know this place was here until Meg showed it to me,” King said, wiping his hands on his jeans.
“Are you sure they didn’t follow you here? Who’s to say they won’t find us here?” Marley said, and I could see the panic start to take her over.
“No one followed us, and I don’t know how they could know about this place. You have nothing to worry about here. Crowbar and Turtle should be here within the hour and will be staying up here, too. I figure they can camp out in the garage. You won’t even know they are here if you want.” King stood up and looked at Meg, who had her mouth full. “You wanna go for a four-wheeler ride with me, babe? I wanna take a look around and check things out.”
Meg shook her head no and pointed at me. “Take him. I don’t trust being alone with you right now. I can tell the ca
veman is still front and center.” “God help me,” King said, shaking his head.
“I’ll take ya.” I leaned over and kissed Marley on the side of her head. “Be right back, Sunshine,” I whispered in her ear.
“Okay,” she mumbled back, turning her head and quickly kissed me on the lips. I grabbed my boots out from under the bed and slipped them on. King was already out the door and climbing on the four wheeler Marley had driven before.
“Try to distract him from the punishment he thinks he needs to dole out to me later,” Meg called.
“Maybe you need it, Meg,” I said, walking out the door.
“Traitor!” she yelled as I shut the door.
I climbed on my four wheeler and looked at King. “She’s fucking crazy.” “Yeah, but I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he gruffed, trying to act like he wasn’t wrapped around her finger.
“It’s about time I saw her happy. You did that to her.” Sappy, but it was the damn truth. No matter how crazy and batty Meg was, she was and always will be one of my best friends. She deserved the happiness that she had found with King.
“I just give her what she deserves, brother. She’s the one who gave me a reason to live. Seeing her smile every day lets me know I’m finally doing something right with my life.” King cleared his throat and turned his head away. At that moment, I knew how much Meg meant to King.
“Alright, enough sappy shit. Follow me and I’ll show you all the trails.” I fired up the four-wheeler and took off down the trails. I glanced back seeing King close behind and gunned it, kicking up dust.
As I was walking out the door, I could see the fear creeping back into her eyes. She had the same look on her face when we had been shot at and told me to leave. I wasn’t going to let her push me away this time. Running away wasn’t going to fix her problems.
She was going to let me help fix them and then her ass wasn’t going anywhere except to my bed.
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Chapter 20
Marley
“You need another drink?” Meg asked, walking over to the fridge.
“I didn’t even open the first one you gave me.” I glanced at the island where King had set the two sodas Meg had given him.
“Me neither. I think,” Meg opened the cabinet above the sink and pulled down three bottles, “you and I need something stronger than soda right now.”
Meg turned back around and grabbed two shot glasses down. “I don’t think you could be more right,” I said, standing up to move and sit down on a stool by the island. “You okay with southern comfort?” she asked as she filled both glasses to the top. I grabbed mine and took a sniff. “I’ve never had Southern Comfort.”
“Well slap me silly and call me Bernice. I’m about to pop your cherry, darlin’.” Meg grabbed hers and clinked it against my glass. “Bottoms up,” she toasted and tossed her’s back.
I quickly tossed mine back, and my eyes squinted at the sharp taste. “Not bad,” I whizzed.
Meg threw her head back and laughed, “You’ll get used to it.” She filled up our glasses two more times, and I threw them back without hesitation. By the time she filled my glass up for the fourth time, I was starting to relax.
She pushed the glass towards me, but I didn’t grab it right away. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“Yes. I saw the same look in your eye you had when you proclaimed you were leaving. I needed to distract you. Booze was the fastest way.” She clinked her glass against mine and tossed her shot back like it was water.
I threw mine back and felt it burn down my throat. “I think I need to slow down,”
I mumbled as she lined up our glasses again and filled them. “How the hell are you still standing?” I slurred and leaned over to look at her legs.
Meg put her hand on my shoulder and tilted me back upright in my chair. “I forgot youre not from Wisconsin.”
“No. But I like it here.” Wait, was that the answer to the question? Did Meg ask me a question?
“Good. But now we need to sober you up before Troy gets back. He’s going to piss himself when he finds out I got you hammered.” Meg whirled around from the island and started opening up cabinets.
“I’m not hammered,” I said, although I think it might have come out hammmm. I’m not sure.
“Of course, you’re not, sweetie, I just think some coffee would be a good idea,” Meg said as she frantically searched the cabinets. “Lo is going to kill me for this. It’s not my fault I’m from Wisconsin and drink most women under the table. It’s what we do in the winter to stay warm; drink. And well, have sex. That’s why therere so many babies born in August and September. Or at least, that’s what I like to think,” Meg rambled on as she opened the last cabinet and found the coffeemaker. “Jackpot!”
My head was swimming by the time she had it plugged in and coffee was dripping into the pot. I was still trying to process her ramblings from before. “So this winter I need to drink and have lots of sex?”
“What?” she asked, looking at me like I had grown two heads.
“What you shed before, about this summer, ugh, I mean winter. Yes, winter.” Woo, maybe coffee was a good idea. I was struggling to put two words together.
“Um, well I’m sure Troy will be good with the lots of sex, but if this is how you hold your liquor, honey, you might want to stick to wine coolers.” Meg leaned against the counter and looked at me.
I was still on my stool, but I was now hunched over and sprawled out on the counter. “Don’t judge, my body isss to heapy toooo stay up,” I slurred. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my foggy brain. Sweet Jesus, I needed to lie down.
“Coffees ready!” Meg chirped as she grabbed a cup down and filled it. “Drink this, hun. Lo and Troy could be back any second.”
She slid the cup towards me and the smell of rich coffee swirled around me. I pulled myself up and wrapped my hands around the cup. “Aren’t you going to have some?” I asked as I took a sip.
“No. I’m good, just got a light buzz. Good thing Lo drove. That pot of coffee is all for you. So you need to drink your ass off.” I took three big gulps, and it burned down my throat.
“Put a couple of ice cubes in it. It’s too fooking hot now.”
“Did you just say fooking?” Meg giggled as she walked over to the freezer and grabbed the ice cube tray out.
“I don’t know, it’s a fooking possibility,” I laughed, dropping an ice cube into my cup. Meg threw her head back laughing hysterically.
“Oh my God, you so have to come out with Cyn and I. It would be fooking hilarious,” Meg snorted.
My coffee sloshed over the side of the cup, spilling all over my hand as a fit of laughter bubbled out from me. Meg tossed the towel at me and grabbed the coffee cup.
“Don’t spill anymore. If I know Lo, he’s not going to be gone for much longer.
Drink up,” Meg ordered, wiping up the counter.
I dropped another ice cube in my cup and chugged down half. I really did need to sober up so Meg didn’t get into trouble with King. I think she was in enough trouble with shoving a plate of pizza rolls in his face. I burst out laughing, spewing coffee everywhere, remembering King’s head smeared with sauce and cheese.
“Oh, my King… the pizza…and his face…” I wheezed out. I couldn’t stop laughing. King was always so put together and in control that seeing him with food all over his face just cracked me up.
“Ass deserved it,” Meg cackled, wiping up the coffee I had just spat out.
“The look on his-.” A loud knocking on the door made Meg and I jump. We both stared at the door, but neither of us moved.
“Meg! Open the door, I locked it on the way out,” Troy called.
“Shit!” Meg whispered.
“I’m drunk!” I whispered back.
Meg burst out laughing, smothering it with the back of her hand. “I know,” she whispers shouted, “Take this and go to the bathroom. I’ll try to hold them back.” She shoved the coffee
pot at me and helped me off the stool.
I stumbled two steps to the bathroom and Meg steadied me. She quickly guided me to the toilet and shut the door behind me. I set the coffee pot on the floor and collapsed onto the closed toilet seat. I heard the clanking of bottles and figured Meg was putting away the evidence.
“Meg!” I heard Troy shout again.
Shit, he did not sound happy. I grabbed the coffee pot, thinking I better get to chugging and realized I forgot my coffee cup. Shit on a brick! How the hell was I supposed to drink this?
I frantically looked around, praying a cup would magically appear but no such luck.
“Where’s Marley?” I heard mumbled through the door.
“Shitting,” Meg blurted out. I burst out laughing, sloshing the coffee over the top. Apparently, Meg didn’t do well under pressure. “Ugh, I mean she’s in the bathroom,” I heard her mumble.
I slapped my hand over my mouth, hoping Troy didn’t hear me.
“So, she’s in the bathroom, shitting?” Troy asked. I felt a giggle building up and knew I had to keep it together. I closed my eyes and tried to picture my old English professor giving a lecture to try and calm me down. It worked until Meg opened her mouth again.
“Yes, totally in the bathroom shitting. The best place to shit.” I couldn’t hold it in
anymore. I burst out laughing, throwing my head back and smashed it against the wall. “Babe, what the hell is going on?” I heard King’s low, gravelly voice.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
I picked up the coffee pot and pried the little cover doohickey off and tossed it on the floor. Just as I had the pot raised to my lips, the bathroom door swung open, and Troy stood on the other side.
“What the fuck?” He asked. I sat there, the coffee pot still raised to my lips, motionless. I had no idea what to say.
“Um, Marley was in the bathroom, and she told me she was thirsty and I, ugh, got her something to drink.” Meg chimed in, standing behind Troy.
“So you made her a pot of coffee, brought it to the bathroom, gave it to her without a cup and shut the door?”
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