“Wow, sis. That hurts. I think everyone in this room knows it’s quite a bit bigger than a gherkin.” He winked at me and turned practically hopping down the stairs. Whistling all the way.
“So, I’m thinking I’ll wear the black dress and maybe pair it with those red leopard print heels you showed me.”
“Oh sure, let’s just talk about clothes and try to ignore the fact that my baby brother just insinuated that you know how large his penis is,” she huffed as she stalked over to me. Her big brown eyes flaring while she backed me up against the closet door. “However would you know that, Ember?”
“Um, he was…uh…he was just messing with you Sadie,” I stuttered. “I’ve never really seen your brother’s penis.”
Okay, technically that was a lie, but I’d never seen it in person. So had I really seen it? Yes, I had seen it with a big red bow tied around it in the picture he left beside the bed for me. That didn’t really count though, did it? I decided it didn’t.
Sadie arched an eyebrow at me and said, “I’m not 100 percent sure that I believe you, but since the thought of you seeing, touching, or oh my god I can’t even say it… Anyway the thought of you knowing anything about my brother’s penis makes me sick to my stomach, so I’m going to let it go.”
Ducking away from her and heading over to the bed I breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing I wanted to do was explain to Sadie what had happened with Sean earlier.
“Let’s get this party started!” Sadie yelled as she turned her iPod up and started blaring some My Darkest Days music into the room. As my favorite song of theirs started to play, Casual Sex, we started dancing around and getting dressed. It felt good. Slowly I started to remember what having fun felt like. And I liked it. The perma smile on my face was probably giving me away too.
As the next song started to play we made our way into the bathroom and worked on our hair. Sadie had the prettiest wavy blonde hair. Her hair always fell right into place and looked perfectly mussed, mine on the other hand was never in place and usually looked like I’d stuck my finger in a socket. Much to my amazement and joy, tonight it was actually cooperating. My long red curls were doing exactly what I wanted them to. I guess getting away from the smog of LA was good for them.
I pulled a small piece of hair away from my face and stuck it back with a small red leopard print clip. You would think that would look rather childish, but with my short black sweetheart neckline dress that was low cut enough to show off quite a bit of my excessive cleavage, fishnet hose, and red leopard print stilettos, it looked pretty damn hot. I could admit it, I was looking damn good.
Sadie decided to go all out slut. She wore a hot pink mini skirt with a white lace tank top. You could see her pink push up bra clearly underneath the tank and it didn’t quite meet the waistband of the skirt so her tan taut stomach was on display too. She chose a pair of white patent leather knee boots with about a four inch skinny heel. Her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail and she stuck a pink flower in the top of her ponytail. She was the perfect mix of slut and teenager…the guys were definitely going to go nuts over her.
“Where are we going tonight?” I asked as I put the finishing touches on my makeup.
“The Rusty Beaver.”
Stopping mid stroke of lip gloss on my lips, I asked, “Excuse me. I must’ve heard you wrong. Where are we going?”
“You heard me right, Ember. We are going to the Rusty Beaver. It’s an awesome little hole-in-the-wall country bar.”
I rolled my eyes and she said, “Don’t be such a snot. Give it a chance. You’ll like it. I promise.”
When we started down the stairs I noticed Sean was standing by the front door. He was wearing a pair of skin tight Wranglers, a tight black t-shirt, and black leather boots. He turned toward me and his blonde hair was shining in the light from the front porch. Those big brown eyes and bulging biceps could probably get him any woman in the world. So why in the hell did he want me?
“Ladies,” he said as he gestured toward the door. “Ya’ll ready to get this party started?”
“You’re going with us?” I asked quizzically.
Sliding his arm around my shoulder he whispered, “I told you my plan for this weekend, Pinky Pie. Of course I’m going with you.”
Holy shit!
He smelled so fucking good. Like the ocean, and a summer breeze, and holy hell male hotness. God dammit. This was not going to be easy, but I would stay away from him.
Sean grabbed my ass as he ushered us out the door and toward his truck. His big black extended cab Ford. Could he get any hotter? I mean seriously…come on!
I shook my head trying to erase the thoughts that were invading. Thoughts of me riding Sean like the pony I always wanted for Christmas. Thoughts of him exploring my nether regions with that tantalizing tongue I got to experience earlier today. Then the last thought was the one that totally scared me shitless. It was me walking down the aisle toward him. Sean smiling and the bridal march playing. Oh hell no! That would not happen. I couldn’t have sex with him, let alone marry him. Not gonna happen. That was when I hatched a plan. A plan that I knew was wrong, but that had to happen. I’d make him hate me. I could do it. It really wasn’t that hard. I’d find some guy and hang all over him all night and then have him take me home with him. I could do that. I could fuck some random guy to make Sean hate me and then his dreams would be shattered and he could move on. How hard could it be to find some cowboy to spend the night with?
The drive to the bar was eerily calm. Sadie didn’t say a word. I didn’t say a word. Sean sang along with the radio and acted like he couldn’t be any happier.
Could I really break his heart in such a cruel way?
Yes I could. It had to be done and I would do it. Sure he was hot as hell, but I would never see him as anything but Sadie’s little brother.
Would I?
I didn’t think it was possible.
When we pulled up to the bar, Sean jumped out of the truck and came around, opening the door for me. As he started to push it closed behind me, Sadie said, “Excuse me, douche bag. Gonna let your sister out too?”
“I guess. If you have to join us,” he smiled.
Sean tried to wrap his arm around me. I pushed him away. He gave me a weird look and then darted off ahead of us into the bar.
Sadie did not lie. The Rusty Beaver was definitely a dive bar, but I kinda liked it. When we walked in I noticed on the right side was an old bar that was decorated with vintage license plates. They covered the entire bar and were all over the back wall behind the bar too. All different states and some personalized with cute little sayings. There was a big rectangle mirror in the middle of the wall behind the bar and some shelves on either side of it loaded with different liquor bottles. The bartender looked to be in his sixties and I could only assume his life had been rather rough. He wore an old battered denim vest covered in military badges, over a worn out black t-shirt. His long white hair was pulled back into a ponytail and there was a cigar hanging out of his mouth.
The clientele in this establishment was beyond varied – it was eclectic, if you will. There were a few guys in suits over in the corner staring at some blonde chick playing pool. I could only assume it was a biker gang in the back playing darts. They looked hard, yet hot as hell at the same time. A few bar floozies were making their way back and forth from the bar to the dance floor. Drunk and sloshing their drinks all over their tits that were proudly sticking out for everyone to see.
“Sean,” one of the floozies whispered as she came up to him and placed her arms around his neck. From the way she was kissing his neck and pressing her chest up against his, this wasn’t the first time they’d met.
“Cheri. Hey, hey baby,” Sean moaned trying like hell to pry Ms. Floozy off of him.
“What’s the matter, baby? You don’t want to do our ritual tonight? It’s been a whole week,” she whined.
Sean leaned down and whispered something in her ear. She giggled and blew
him a kiss as she made her way back to the dance floor. Her ass hanging completely out of the back of her short denim skirt the entire time.
“Seriously, Sean? You put your gherkin in that? Aren’t you afraid it will shrivel up and fall off?” Sadie asked with a laugh. Without waiting for an answer she took me by the hand and said, “Come on. I see the man who can fulfill our quest.”
Sadie led me over to the bar. Wheedling her way to the bar, in between two cowboys, I assumed this because of their big cowboy hats, boots, and skin tight Wranglers, she tapped one on the shoulder.
“Cade Walker. As I live and breathe.”
The cowboy stood up and up and up. My god that man was close to seven feet tall and had the most amazing green eyes I’d ever seen. He tipped his hat and said, “Well if it isn’t little Sadie. How in the world are ya, darlin’?”
“Never been better. My friend here was hoping to get to know you and your ‘cowboy’”, she waved her hand in front of his crotch. “A little bit better.” Sadie smirked and waggled her eyebrows at him.
A deep chuckle escaped his throat. “Well, darlin’, my ‘cowboy’ has been claimed by that hot little redhead standing over by the jukebox.” He waved at the pretty redhead and she smiled back at him. I could only assume she had to be used to people flirting with her man and his ‘cowboy’
Sadie whined, “Oh man. Now where are we going to find a big penis to fulfill our quest?”
A huge grin crossed the tall cowboy’s face. “A big penis, huh? Well if that’s all you’re lookin’ for darlin’, I bet my cousin Cord here’ll help you out. Course, he ain’t nearly as big a boy as I am, but nothin’ compares to my ‘cowboy’.”
The other cowboy was also hot as hell. A little smaller than this one, and his hair was a little darker, but damn something must’ve been in the genes here, because they were fine ass male specimens.
“Aw, that’s sweet, cuz. You think your penis is bigger than mine. I guess it’s nice to have big dreams.”
“It’s even better to have a big penis, cuz.” Cade said with a big ass smile on his face.
Cord stood up and extended his hand to me. “Sorry about my cousin. He can be a real jackass, but he’s family. So I guess he’s my jackass,” Cord whispered with a sexy grin crossing his handsome face.
Timidly, I placed my hand in his and tried to give him a strong handshake.
“Cord Walker and you are…?”
“Uh, Ember. Ember Kennedy,” I stuttered.
“Nice to meet you, Ember. So, you wanna tell me a little more about this quest of yours?”
“Not really?” I bit my lip and noticed that Cade had taken Sadie over to meet the redhead who claimed his penis – girlfriend, wife, whatever. I wasn’t real sure about their relationship, except for the whole penis claiming part.
“Oh, come on. You can tell me,” he said with a wink of his eye. “Here let’s have a seat and order some drinks. Everything will become much clearer over a Long Island Iced Tea, don’t you agree?”
“As a matter of fact, that sounds amazing,” I responded just as Cord placed his hands on my waist and lifted me onto the barstool in front of me. “What the hell?”
Laughing he sat down on the stool next to mine. “What? You didn’t expect a big ole cowboy like me to pick you up and sit your pretty little behind right where I wanted it to be?”
“I can honestly say I didn’t expect that.”
“Well, we’re gonna have to work on your knowledge of cowboys.”
Mason Corbett
Today was just one of those fucking days. It felt like everything I’d been working on for all of these years was about to fall apart at the damn seams. My dad didn’t give a shit about me or my feelings. He had my future planned and that was that. He was in control and I was just a pawn in his big fucking game.
I had to get the fuck away from everything. I needed some time to be Mase and not the asshole that my dad was turning me into. I couldn’t believe the way I had acted today. The things I had done all for him. Exactly what my dad wanted. I was becoming the one thing I always swore I would never be – Mason Corbett Jr.
Bullshit.
I picked up the phone and called the one guy that I knew would understand. Cord had known my dad for years. He’d spent several years working for him and knew exactly what he was trying to turn me into.
“Hey, Cord.”
“Well if it isn’t the amazin’ Mase Corbett. What the hell are you up to man?” Cord asked.
“You up for some company this weekend? I need to get the hell out of Dodge. This fucking life is about to get me down,” I groaned, gripping the steering wheel so tight the fucker would probably snap.
“Your dad fucking with you again?” he asked.
“Man, you have no fucking clue. I need a break from this shit.”
“Sure. Come on down to the dark side, or the country life. Some see it both ways,” he laughed.
“Actually, I’m already on my way. I should be there in a few hours. Thanks for letting me crash with you.”
“Anytime, Mase. I’ll see ya real soon.”
Hitting the end button on my phone, I tossed it onto the seat beside me. The soft leather shining in the sunlight. This car was my pride and joy. Since I was a little boy I dreamed of having a fast as hell car, and I made that dream come true a few years ago. I went out and bought the fastest car I could find. A 1968 black Camaro. The car fucking rocked and everyone knew it. The engine was huge and everything on it was custom and completely macked out.
That was the angriest I’d ever seen my dad. He was so pissed off the day I came home with this car. I was so goddamn excited, and feeling like I was on a permanent high, until I walked in and handed my dad the keys. I asked him if he wanted to take her for a ride. That’s when he quoted all of the things that I should’ve done with my money. He told me how stupid I was for finally fulfilling a dream, and picking the most childish one I could think of. He didn’t give a fuck that I’d worked my ass off to save the money for the fucking car. No, all he cared about was that I was happy and he needed to make sure to smash that happiness into the ground. My dad had a real knack for that.
That was enough of that. The more I thought about him the madder I got. This was going to be a weekend away from everything, especially my worthless fucking father.
A Night To Forget
Sitting in Cord’s house, I was doing my best to calm down, but nothing I’d tried had helped. When I walked in the door I’d headed straight for the liquor stash on top of the fridge, and downed a couple of shots of Jack. Then I went back to my room and tried to jack off, but that wasn’t happening. Nothing was calming my ass down.
“Are you gonna try to smile tonight, Mase? It’d probably help with the whole getting laid thing. Ladies don’t like it when you look like you want to rip their heads off.”
I knew Cord was right, but I just couldn’t calm down. I was pissed off and it showed. “I’m trying man. I really am.”
“What the hell did your dad do this time?” Cord asked, placing his hand on my shoulder. He patted me and I quickly pulled away. “I was just trying to help you calm down. I’m here for you, Mase. I know your dad can be a real asshole, especially to you. If you want to tell me about it, I’ll listen.”
“Goddamn, you sound like a girl, Cord. You gotta stop that shit. Ladies don’t like men who sound like ladies,” I laughed.
“What the fuck ever. I was just trying to help you out and keep you from burning a hole in my living room carpet.”
That’s when I noticed I was pacing back and forth in front of the couch. “Sorry, man.” I sat down on the couch. “Some nice warm pussy will make it all better. We gonna hit up the Rusty Beaver tonight?”
“You bet your ass we are. Cade and Suzanna are gonna meet us over there.”
“That’s right. I almost forgot they got married. How’s married life treating the one guy who I never dreamed would be dumb enough to fall for it?”
“Cade is n
ot dumb, he’s fucking in love. Suzanna changed that man and he needed it. He was screwing everything in sight and not giving a damn about anything. Suzanna and Isabella made him a better man. We should all be lucky enough to get that someday.”
“Holy shit! You drank the fucking Kool-Aid.”
“Fuck off. Go take a shower, you stink and I ain’t taking you out in public smelling like something the cat dragged in.”
“Yes, dear,” I laughed as I jumped up off of the couch out of Cord’s reach and headed back to the guest bedroom.
When I got back there I looked all around the dark little room and thoughts of what had happened with my dad started creeping back into my head. He wasn’t gonna do this to me tonight. He wasn’t gonna fuck up my weekend the way he’d been fucking up everything else since I was a kid. I deserved to be a stupid guy for the weekend and that was exactly what I planned on doing.
I’d left home in such a fucking rush I didn’t even pack any clothes to go out to the bar. All I grabbed was some basketball shorts and wife beaters – not really cohesive to getting laid. Luckily, Cord and I were about the same size so I took a pair of his Wranglers out of the laundry room, threw on one of my wife beaters and took one of his button up western shirts out of his closet. The shirt was red and green plaid and made me look like Santa Claus – albeit a Santa who took very good care of his body and had been told a time or two that he was super hot, but Santa nonetheless.
My entire life I’d been known for my light blonde curls – just like my mom had had. My dad hated them, therefore when I was eighteen he took me to his barber and made me get a buzz cut. No shame here, I bawled like a fucking baby when that razor whizzed across my head. Those curls were like the last piece of Mase to go to the shredder. Dad had officially taken Mase and turned him into the man he wanted him to be, right down to my fucking haircut. I had to laugh, wouldn’t he die if he could see me tonight. Jeans, western shirt, brown worn cowboy boots, and a brown Stetson atop my head. He would have a shit hemorrhage. As I looked in the mirror I couldn’t stop cracking up.
Cord walked in. “What the hell are you laughing at? There ain’t a damn thing wrong with my clothes you ‘borrowed’ or just plain ass stole.”
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