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one asshole rule your destiny because you’re afraid it
will happen again.” The dishwasher kicked into a different gear and Brooke
squeezed Evy’s hand and pulled her into the middle of the room. “Leave the past
in the past and just use Dean for mind-blowing sex. That way you won’t get hurt.”
“Brooke, you
know I’m not good with one night stands. They’re so awkward.”
“I’ve told you
this a thousand times - always have a cab company in your phone, always go to
their place, and always leave when they’re sleeping.”
“What if they
wake up?”
Brooke sighed.
“Who cares? Most of em are just thankful you’re leaving and pretend they’re asleep.”
Evy inhaled a
deep breath, her eyes roaming the kitchen without seeing the kitchen, and
exhaled slowly.
“This is how you
get good, Evy. Everyone does it.”
Evy envisioned
Dean on top of her, his sweat running onto her swollen breasts.
Brooke leaned in
close to Evy’s ear and lowered her voice. “You don’t have to marry the guy. Just
sit back and enjoy the ride.”
Evy shook her
head, hating it when her sister was right.
“And by that I
mean I want you to fuck his brains out.”
Evy laughed out
loud and crossed over to a dry goods rack on the other side of the room.
Brooke watched Evy
fill her arms with boxes of straws, napkins and candles. “You’re still on the
pill, right?”
“Yes,” Evy
replied dully, heading for the swinging door. “Not that it’s any of your
business.”
“Then I want you
to whip out his giant cock and fuck him ten ways to Sunday until you’ve gained
fifteen pounds from his salty semen!”
Evy pushed
through the door and stopped in her tracks. Brooke crashed into her from behind
and poked her head around, gaping at the slack jawed man staring back from the
other side of the counter. He tipped a white peaked cap at them with an uneasy
smile. “ Mornin .”
“Oops,” Brooke
murmured.
“I…just need a signature.” He nodded to the dolly of stacked milk crates next to him.
Evy dropped her
load onto a counter and rushed over to sign the man’s electronic tablet. “Thank
you,” she smiled, her face flushing as much as his.
He looked from Evy
to Brooke in a staggered moment of silence before wheeling the cart back to the
walk-in cooler.
Evy turned a
pointed glare to Brooke, who quietly shrugged in response.
“Nice job
locking the door,” Brooke whispered, glancing into the kitchen. “He could’ve
been a serial rapist.”
“See? I’m
forgetting stuff already. I can’t get mixed up with anyone right now.”
Brooke stepped
closer, gritting her teeth. “I am telling you right now…if you don’t get some
of Dean’s big hard dick, someone else will. Guys like that don’t stay on the
market for long.”
“So I’ve heard,”
Evy muttered.
“He likes you,
Evy,” Brooke moaned. “The least you could do is let him eat you out.”
“I
really like what you’ve done with…” the milk man trailed off, coming back up
front with his empty dolly, “the place.” He cleared his throat. “If you
ever need any help…changing a light bulb or anything, I’m always around.”
They stared at
him with blank expressions. He stretched his lips into a tightlipped smile and
rolled the dolly toward the front door, a squeaky wheel loudly protesting along
the way.
He turned at the
door and swallowed thickly. “Okay, sounds good then. Have a nice day.” He used
his butt to push on the door, which didn’t budge, and quickly realized he had
to pull to get out. With another tip of his hat, he flashed them a sheepish smile
and stumbled outside.
They watched him
hop up into a boxy truck and speed away, crop-dusting the sidewalk with gray fumes.
Brooke snorted.
“We’re going to need a louder bell.”
***
Dark clouds
rolled in during the afternoon, reclaiming the sun and bathing the day in a
foreboding grayness that drained everything of its color. Dean shut the door on
his Jeep Grand Cherokee and
will happen again.” The dishwasher kicked into a different gear and Brooke
squeezed Evy’s hand and pulled her into the middle of the room. “Leave the past
in the past and just use Dean for mind-blowing sex. That way you won’t get hurt.”
“Brooke, you
know I’m not good with one night stands. They’re so awkward.”
“I’ve told you
this a thousand times - always have a cab company in your phone, always go to
their place, and always leave when they’re sleeping.”
“What if they
wake up?”
Brooke sighed.
“Who cares? Most of em are just thankful you’re leaving and pretend they’re asleep.”
Evy inhaled a
deep breath, her eyes roaming the kitchen without seeing the kitchen, and
exhaled slowly.
“This is how you
get good, Evy. Everyone does it.”
Evy envisioned
Dean on top of her, his sweat running onto her swollen breasts.
Brooke leaned in
close to Evy’s ear and lowered her voice. “You don’t have to marry the guy. Just
sit back and enjoy the ride.”
Evy shook her
head, hating it when her sister was right.
“And by that I
mean I want you to fuck his brains out.”
Evy laughed out
loud and crossed over to a dry goods rack on the other side of the room.
Brooke watched Evy
fill her arms with boxes of straws, napkins and candles. “You’re still on the
pill, right?”
“Yes,” Evy
replied dully, heading for the swinging door. “Not that it’s any of your
business.”
“Then I want you
to whip out his giant cock and fuck him ten ways to Sunday until you’ve gained
fifteen pounds from his salty semen!”
Evy pushed
through the door and stopped in her tracks. Brooke crashed into her from behind
and poked her head around, gaping at the slack jawed man staring back from the
other side of the counter. He tipped a white peaked cap at them with an uneasy
smile. “ Mornin .”
“Oops,” Brooke
murmured.
“I…just need a signature.” He nodded to the dolly of stacked milk crates next to him.
Evy dropped her
load onto a counter and rushed over to sign the man’s electronic tablet. “Thank
you,” she smiled, her face flushing as much as his.
He looked from Evy
to Brooke in a staggered moment of silence before wheeling the cart back to the
walk-in cooler.
Evy turned a
pointed glare to Brooke, who quietly shrugged in response.
“Nice job
locking the door,” Brooke whispered, glancing into the kitchen. “He could’ve
been a serial rapist.”
“See? I’m
forgetting stuff already. I can’t get mixed up with anyone right now.”
Brooke stepped
closer, gritting her teeth. “I am telling you right now…if you don’t get some
of Dean’s big hard dick, someone else will. Guys like that don’t stay on the
market for long.”
“So I’ve heard,”
Evy muttered.
“He likes you,
Evy,” Brooke moaned. “The least you could do is let him eat you out.”
“I
really like what you’ve done with…” the milk man trailed off, coming back up
front with his empty dolly, “the place.” He cleared his throat. “If you
ever need any help…changing a light bulb or anything, I’m always around.”
They stared at
him with blank expressions. He stretched his lips into a tightlipped smile and
rolled the dolly toward the front door, a squeaky wheel loudly protesting along
the way.
He turned at the
door and swallowed thickly. “Okay, sounds good then. Have a nice day.” He used
his butt to push on the door, which didn’t budge, and quickly realized he had
to pull to get out. With another tip of his hat, he flashed them a sheepish smile
and stumbled outside.
They watched him
hop up into a boxy truck and speed away, crop-dusting the sidewalk with gray fumes.
Brooke snorted.
“We’re going to need a louder bell.”
***
Dark clouds
rolled in during the afternoon, reclaiming the sun and bathing the day in a
foreboding grayness that drained everything of its color. Dean shut the door on
his Jeep Grand Cherokee and
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