by Jordan Marie
"Honey, we're not in my mother's bed. We're in my bed. But regardless, whatever we do, we are not doing it with you wearing my brother's shirt."
"You have to be joking. It's not his shirt, you goofball. It's mine! I bought it when I went to see him play last year."
"It has his team's name, so same difference."
"You are seriously nuts."
"I have a t-shirt with my team on it in one of those drawers over there. You can wear it if you want."
"How have I known you for over fifteen years and never realized what a jealous freak you are?" she asks.
It's a damn good question. I've never been jealous in my life, not before Kayla. Hell, I thought that men who got jealous over their women were losers. I was secure enough in my manhood to know any woman I chose wouldn't stray because I could give it to her better than any other asshole out there. In short, I was a cocky, stupid motherfucker. It's not about trusting your woman not to stray. It has everything to do with the fact that Kayla is mine. I want my name all over her. I want my ownership stamped on her damned body. I want her to walk down the street and men to step the fuck back because they know she's mine and I will fuck them up if they so much as look at her. I want her to know with every breath that I’m the lucky son of a bitch she’s coming home to. Me, and I'm not going to let her go.
Jesus. When did this happen?
I feel like an idiot thinking these thoughts. I don't know how to verbalize them with Kayla, so instead I clear my throat and give her part of it.
"With you, honey, I feel the urge to stamp my name on every part of your body."
Her eyes go wide. Maybe she gets what I'm trying to say. Maybe she can hear the commitment in my voice. I don't know. I do know when I feel her soft hand glide along the side of my face and her eyes capture mine, my heart feels like it swells in size.
"Do I get to do that with you?"
"Absolutely, if that's what you want," I answer without hesitation.
"That's some heavy words there, White Hall."
I move my hands down her back, letting them move down to her ass and massaging it while pulling her deep into my body. We fit together perfectly. Does she realize that? That we're a perfect match?
"Give me your lips, honey."
"You're very bossy," she says, her tongue running across her bottom lip, her eyes still on mine.
"I know. Now do it."
"I'm only doing this because I want to," she whispers.
'I know," I repeat, and then when her lips touch mine, I try to give her all the words I couldn't voice earlier in the kiss. Then, I try to give them with my body. I'd like to think she gives them back. It feels like she gives them back, and that will have to be enough for right now.
CHAPTER 33
KAYLA
“Jesus Christ, Mom, what is this shit?”
“What?”
“This crap,” White says, holding out this putrid green liquid that Ida Sue handed him when we walked into the kitchen.
“Oh. I went shopping last night and decided to buy myself a juicer. Did you know that vegetables and fruits have a million uses that the good Lord intended?” she asks, picking out more produce to torture. “But people don’t use them. I guess because it’s just simpler to buy things provided on a shelf in a grocery store.”
“Really?” I ask, watching as White pushes his straw through his drink. He’s so cute when his nose is turned up like that. He’s cute any way, really. He’s sexy and funny, loving and gentle. I’m pretty sure I’m in over my head with him too. I’m scared to death, but I can’t seem to stop it.
“Yes, Buttercup. Some even say the cure to cancer can be found in the pit of a peach.”
“Why do you insist on calling her Buttercup?” Blue asks, walking in looking like he’s put in a day’s work already, even though it’s barely eight in the morning. Truth is, he probably has. Blue runs his own ranch and helps out with this one. He is the quintessential cowboy from his well-worn chambray shirt, to his tight-fitting Wranglers.
“Her eyes remind me of them,” Ida Sue says, putting more innocent fruit into her next concoction. From the look on White’s face, I can only pray that I’m not expected to drink what she’s fixing next.
“You keep saying that, but we all know you mean Black-eyed Susans. Buttercups don’t have a dark button in the center,” Blue says, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek.
“I can’t very well call her Black-eyed, Blue,” Ida Sue says, waving him off when he sticks his nose to sniff what she’s fixing.
“Don’t know why not. It didn’t stop you from naming my sis Lotus Petal,” Blue says, having grabbed a box of cereal, milk, a bowl, and silverware before coming back to sit with me.
“Lotus is a beautiful name. Though, she was such a sour child, I probably should have named her Lemon Tree.”
“I’m sitting right here, Mom!” Petal grumbles, pushing around her own cereal.
“I know, sweetheart,” Ida Sue says, dismissing her.
“Kayla, I swear to God you get prettier every time I see you. What do you say we leave all these crazies here and I whisk you out to the barn and show you the fresh hay pile I just fixed?” Blue leans in with a wink.
He’s a ridiculous flirt—at least with me. He’s rather closed off with other women. He’s asked me out, but I don’t think he even truly thinks of me like that. I get the feeling he wishes he did. Sometimes I wish the same. Blue is definitely the wife, kids, and home type. But I really think kissing him would be about as exciting as watching paint dry.
“I don’t…” I can’t finish my sentence because White comes over. At first he doesn’t bother me, but I brace myself, figuring he’s about to go caveman and hug or kiss me in front of Blue. After all, it was just last night he mentioned stamping his name all over my body. But, he doesn’t hug me.
He doesn’t even look at me. He’s too busy taking his fist to Blue. He hits him right under the chin, forcing Blue’s head back. The hit is so quick that Blue had no idea what was coming, nor had a chance to defend himself. He falls back against the hard floor, chair and all.
I expected him to jump up and strike back. White must have too because he stands in front of me so that I’m shielded by his body. The room is quiet, waiting for Blue to strike back, all except for Cyan who is just munching away on his cereal like nothing is going on—oh, and the sound of Ida Sue’s juicer humming.
“What the fuck was that for?” Blue grumbles, staying down on the floor, but leaning up on his elbow. He’s rubbing his chin and moving his jaw—probably to see if anything is broken. I don’t blame him.
“That was for asking Kayla out.”
“Just to the hay pile,” Blue defends.
“Ida Sue and I love the barn, though nothing quite beats the kitchen table,” Jansen adds in his two cents, taking his hat off as he comes into the kitchen. He goes straight to Ida Sue to give her a kiss. No one responds to the kitchen table comment. I’m pretty sure we all tune out references to Ida Sue and Jansen’s sex life now.
“I’m not talking about now. I’m talking about before. Kayla said you asked her out.”
Blue looks at me and my face heats up, but I just shrug. I’m going to kill White.
“That was a year ago,” Blue grumbles, getting up and fixing his chair. Thankfully, he doesn’t hit White back, seemingly more intent on fixing his cereal.
“You should have told me. Kayla’s mine.”
“Yours? If I remember correctly, you were dating that blonde airhead. What was her name again?”
“Cannnnnnnndy,” everyone chimes in, drawing out the name just like the woman in question always did. Cyan even imitates her annoying voice, getting pretty close to the original, and I can’t help but smile. God, I hated that woman.
“Let’s forget about how stupid I used to be. Just remember Kayla’s mine now, so stay away,” White growls before grabbing the chair on the other side of me and forcing Blue to move down so there’s a space between us. Then he mo
ves his big body into it. Once he sits down, I take my elbow and jab it into his stomach as hard as I can.
“Umph,” he gasps. “Shit, honey.”
“Quit being an idiot,” I grumble, even though I’m secretly ecstatic. That probably doesn’t say great things about me, but I find I don’t really give a damn. White wants me. White is jealous!
“Whatever happened to Candy anyway?”
“Her boobs exploded and caused what was left of her brain cells to run away,” Petal says, not bothering to look up from the newspaper.
“That’s not very nice. Candy had her faults, but she was always nice to you, Petal,” White grumbles, still eyeing the slimy green shake his mom gave him. I elbow him again, though this time because he defended Candy. Asshole. “Ow! Damn it!” he whimpers and I just smile. I figure that hit was pretty self-explanatory.
“I wasn’t being mean. I’m serious,” Petal defends. “She got some kind of thing on the internet that was supposed to inject air into your boobs and make them larger. She mixed it with some black market Botox solution that, in turn, interacted with her leaky implants. Ker-splash! Instant boob explosion. Them suckers went off like fireworks on the Fourth of July.”
Silence around the room.
Petal finally looks up and smiles. “I have the pictures Candy sent me if you don’t believe me. She married the plastic surgeon who fixed her back up. She’s now the proud owner of size 42 Double V’s.”
“No fucking way.” This comes from Jansen, who I honestly don’t think curses at all, but if ever an occasion called for it, it’d be this one.
“Want to see?” Petal asks, getting out her purse. Jansen, Cyan, and Blue all head over there.
“Don’t you dare,” I grumble when White starts to get up.
“What? Why? Come on! You can’t tell me you aren’t wondering what in the hell that looks like?”
“Go ahead and look, but if you do, you won’t be seeing mine again anytime soon,” I tell him. Though, I’m not being fair. I am totally curious and I’ll be hitting up Petal to look at those pictures later.
“Hey! I know her!” Cyan says, drawing everyone’s attention. “What? She’s a star!”
“He’s right,” Petal says, putting the pictures back in her purse. “She’s a big-time porn star now. She’s won several Golden Dildo awards.”
“It scares me that you know what those are,” Ida Sue says and Petal just shrugs.
“You mean I dated a porn star?” White asks, and I wonder if I should hit him again.
“Yeah, man, but to be fair, I’ve only seen one of her movies. It was a cult classic though. The Titties That Tamed Cock-Zilla.”
“Sweet baby Jesus,” Ida Sue mutters, and I have to agree with her.
“Well, to be fair, Candy did like for you to put your—”
“If you say another word, I’m going to the hay pile with Blue,” I warn.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Blue says with a wink.
White flips him off and gives me a look—which I return.
Asshole.
CHAPTER 34
WHITE
From the look on Kayla’s face, it’d be a good thing if I change the subject. Besides, all joking aside, the fact that Candy is now some Golden Dildo award-winning porn star is a little gross. I find myself wanting to jump in the shower and wash my dick… or make Kayla. That would probably be my best bet. I feel my dick pulse against my jeans. Time to change the subject unless I want to sport a chubby around my brothers and my Mom.
“Mom, you can’t expect me to drink this.”
“I sure can and you will drink every last drop, White Hall. That’s a nutritious morning shake that’s jam-packed full of vitamins and things you need. Speaking of which, here’s yours, dear,” Mom says, handing Kayla a glass. At least her shake isn’t green. It’s a really pretty color of orange, kind of like an evening sunset. I lean over to smell it. Kayla frowns at me and I kiss her nose.
Her shake doesn’t smell bad, unlike the nasty thing I’m holding.
“Uh… thanks, Ida Sue,” Kayla whispers nervously, shaking her drink.
“Go ahead, try it! It’s got peaches in it. You’ll love it,” Mom encourages.
I watch as Kayla slowly brings it to her mouth. I get distracted watching the way her throat works as she drinks it. I never thought certain things were sexy before Kayla. I was definitely wrong as I watch the orange-colored cream slide into her mouth and she swallows, all hopes of not sporting a hard-on around my mother have been dashed.
“Do you like it?” Mom asks, and my hand reaches under the table to adjust my dick.
“I do,” she says. “It’s good, kind of citrusy and sweet. What’s in it?”
“Different things. Oranges, peaches, and I added some cranberries.”
“It’s good,” Kayla repeats while swallowing down a second drink. She seems to be telling the truth, so after one last sniff, I decide to take a swig of mine. Maybe it tastes better than it looks.
Wrong! So, wrong.
The putrid crap seems to lodge in my throat and I have to gag to swallow it the rest of the way down. I can’t know for sure without an x-ray, but I’m pretty sure that shit is burning out my intestines. I slam the glass back down on the table.
“What the fuck is in that?”
“Will you watch your language? All this talk of tits and cock-zillas, and now your language is getting out of hand. River will be back any time. You boys already have Terry talking like a sailor. When you and Kayla make me a grandkid, I will skin you alive if you don’t clean up the way you talk.”
“You tell him, Mom,” Cyan joins in.
“I think you ought to make Cyan and Blue drink this shit,” I grumble. Kayla giggles and I fake a mean look at her, which makes her laugh more. Why something that simple makes me so ridiculously happy, I have no idea.
“Stop your whining. Jesus! What you’re drinking is a mixture of coffee—which you love, White Hall Lucas. Don’t bother denying it.”
“That can’t be just coffee,” I argue, wondering idly if it would strip the stain off this table.
“It also has carrots, Serrano chilies, and celery,” Ida Sue lists off, like what she is saying is just a normal everyday recipe.
“Mother of God, are you trying to kill me?”
“Of course not. I’m trying to help.”
“Help what? Help make me stay in the bathroom all day, praying to the porcelain gods?”
“Okay, now you’re just being an asshole. I’ll have you know that is a very healthy shake that’s recommended by naturalists everywhere.”
“Were these naturalists sadists?”
“I’m ignoring you now, son.” Ida Sue says, walking over and putting a fresh bowl of cereal in front of Cyan.
“Why does Cyan get more cereal and I get the milkshake from the Exorcist?”
“If you must know, he doesn’t have a problem.”
“A problem?” I ask, wondering if I can reach over and swipe the cereal away to eat without Mom catching me.
“Am I going to have to spell it out for you, White Hall?”
“Gee, Mom. I really wish you would because I’m kind of lost.”
“Fine. Cyan doesn’t have a problem performing.”
“Performing?”
“Performing, dear. His little soldiers are always lined up and ready to go.”
“Oh, no,” Kayla whispers, dropping her head to the table. The room goes quiet as everyone stops to listen to Ida Sue. “White,” Kayla starts, and I know she wants me to end this conversation, fast.
“You think my soldiers aren’t ready to go with Kayla?” I bark out, and maybe a little too loud because I can see Kayla wince out of the corner of my eye.
“Apparently not, dear. That’s what the shake is for. Cyan doesn’t need the help. If anything his soldiers over perform.”
“Thank you for noticing, Mom,” Cyan says, doing a bad job of hiding his amusement. Blue is flat-out laughing too. I’m going
to kill them both later.
“You’re welcome, son. Now eat your cereal.”
“I’ll have you know, my soldiers are just fine. They’re more than ready to go,” I grumble.
“Whatever you say, White Hall. Now drink your shake.”
“I’m telling you, they’re fine. Why would you think they weren’t ready to go?”
“It was way too quiet in your room last night.”
“You listened?” I growl, and it almost drowns out Kayla squeaking the same words.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, son. It happens. Why, even Jansen used to have some problems before I started making sure he had plenty of pumpkin seeds around. Now he’s probably the rowdiest man around.”
“Jesus, lovey,” Jansen growls.
“You are, Jansen. You should be proud of that. Why, I’m practically buying a bushel of peaches a day just to keep up with you.”
“Peaches?” Kayla squeaks, looking at her half-gone shake in fear.
Ida Sue pats her on the shoulder. “Peaches, dear. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t leave you out. Peaches increase the blood flow with their vitamin C.”
“Blood flow?”
“Yes, and that means you’ll get turned on faster.”
“Oh, God,” Kayla whispers, but for some reason that makes me want to laugh—or go out and buy a peach orchard.
“Exactly, dear. It will help get you primed. That way, my White doesn’t have to do all the work,” she says calmly. Kayla looks around the room. I’m not sure if she’s looking for alcohol to put in her peach drink, or an exit. An exit might be the best option.
“Mom, I think you’ve gone too far.”
“Really, White Hall? Then why was there no action coming from your room last night? It’s a sad day when one of my sons can’t manage to do his duty with his woman.”
Blue and Cyan are laughing like little girls in school. I’m definitely going to wear my fists out on their faces later. Kayla looks up at me, and she might be bright pink with embarrassment, but the smile on her face, even as she’s desperate to get us out of this conversation, soothes me.
“Thanks for worrying, Mom. But I can assure you that my soldiers and I are raring to go. Kayla just didn’t feel comfortable and was quiet. She was afraid someone would hear us.”