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me. “I need some help in here. Can you give me a quick hand,
Max?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right there. Just give me a minute.” He
rolled over onto his back, stretched and gave me an appreciative smile. “I’m
curious about those other tricks.”
The nice bulge in his pants confirmed his curiosity.
“Well, I’m not sure I can show you yet,” I replied, feeling
my cheeks burning up. I really hate blushing! “Anyway, I’ve got to get
home and sort through some of my clothes and figure out what needs to be
packed.”
“Sorry, Lara. I didn’t mean to scare you off,” he said,
grabbing his t-shirt.
“You’re not. I just need to get home and get a few things
done.” Poking my head around the corner, I said, “I like the color of my
bedroom Derek. You’ve got good taste.”
“Thanks. It’s all ready for you whenever.”
“Sounds good. I’ll slowly move in over the next week or
so. Hopefully, we’ll have a bathroom and kitchen by the time I’m moved.”
“We will if Max actually helps me,” he replied as Max came
gimping back from the bedroom.
Getting into my car, parts of me were aching like they had
never ached before. I casually put my hands to my face breathing in the scent
of Max. The guy smelled really good on me. I just needed to stay calm and not
lose my head.
Chapter 8
Max
Something strange was going on, like a battle waging inside
me. There were times when Lara really turned me on, but other times she felt
more like one of the guys. She was definitely cute, but so much different from
what I was used to. Part of me wanted to throw her on the bed and ravish her,
while another part wanted her as a drinking buddy. Is it possible for her
to be both?
Since Derek took vacation the entire week, the two of us
worked our asses off. By Monday evening, we had a new sink and toilet
installed in the bathroom, and we were halfway done with the tiling. Both
girls were at work, so after we finished for the day we went to Longhorn Steak
House to visit Hadley and have a much-deserved meal.
“We need to get that kitchen together so you and Lara can
start cooking,” Derek commented to her.
“Well I’m good at breakfast, as long as everyone likes
cereal or toast. Other than that, it will be up to Lara,” she said as she
jotted down our orders.
Hadley was cute, sweet, and spunky. She also made it clear
that she fully intended to rely on those assets. She despised housework,
rarely did laundry, and was content eating cereal or protein bars for every
meal. Lara, on the other hand, couldn’t see moving in until she had a proper
kitchen. With any luck, she would be the one feeding us once in a while . I
think I’m going to stop by The Deuce after this for a drink. Yeah right, I’m
just dying to see her.
~~~
Walking into The Deuce, I was shocked to hear blues legend
Tag McCoy cranking out a great riff on his electric guitar. I snuck up along
the edge of the stage and was shocked to find he was playing one of Granddad's
old guitars. I recognized it immediately, since it was a custom turquoise and
white, based on the look and feel of the Fender Telecaster. It was one of the
guitars that made Maxwell Keegan famous, and I played one just like it.
“He’s playing one of ours,” I told Lara, pulling up a seat
at the bar. I could feel myself beaming with pride. It is one thing to see
someone playing a new custom guitar, but it’s another to see a music legend
playing one that’s over 40 years old. Amazing!
The place was packed, and Lara was busy as hell. She was
dressed for the blues, with her tight fitting jeans tucked into her leather
boots. It was a perfect night - having a beer, watching her work, and
listening to the blues. It’s amazing to think that Granddad made that
guitar 15 years before I was born, and it’s still being played. Hmmm, Lara
looks really sexy in those jeans. She definitely has a great ass in
Max?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right there. Just give me a minute.” He
rolled over onto his back, stretched and gave me an appreciative smile. “I’m
curious about those other tricks.”
The nice bulge in his pants confirmed his curiosity.
“Well, I’m not sure I can show you yet,” I replied, feeling
my cheeks burning up. I really hate blushing! “Anyway, I’ve got to get
home and sort through some of my clothes and figure out what needs to be
packed.”
“Sorry, Lara. I didn’t mean to scare you off,” he said,
grabbing his t-shirt.
“You’re not. I just need to get home and get a few things
done.” Poking my head around the corner, I said, “I like the color of my
bedroom Derek. You’ve got good taste.”
“Thanks. It’s all ready for you whenever.”
“Sounds good. I’ll slowly move in over the next week or
so. Hopefully, we’ll have a bathroom and kitchen by the time I’m moved.”
“We will if Max actually helps me,” he replied as Max came
gimping back from the bedroom.
Getting into my car, parts of me were aching like they had
never ached before. I casually put my hands to my face breathing in the scent
of Max. The guy smelled really good on me. I just needed to stay calm and not
lose my head.
Chapter 8
Max
Something strange was going on, like a battle waging inside
me. There were times when Lara really turned me on, but other times she felt
more like one of the guys. She was definitely cute, but so much different from
what I was used to. Part of me wanted to throw her on the bed and ravish her,
while another part wanted her as a drinking buddy. Is it possible for her
to be both?
Since Derek took vacation the entire week, the two of us
worked our asses off. By Monday evening, we had a new sink and toilet
installed in the bathroom, and we were halfway done with the tiling. Both
girls were at work, so after we finished for the day we went to Longhorn Steak
House to visit Hadley and have a much-deserved meal.
“We need to get that kitchen together so you and Lara can
start cooking,” Derek commented to her.
“Well I’m good at breakfast, as long as everyone likes
cereal or toast. Other than that, it will be up to Lara,” she said as she
jotted down our orders.
Hadley was cute, sweet, and spunky. She also made it clear
that she fully intended to rely on those assets. She despised housework,
rarely did laundry, and was content eating cereal or protein bars for every
meal. Lara, on the other hand, couldn’t see moving in until she had a proper
kitchen. With any luck, she would be the one feeding us once in a while . I
think I’m going to stop by The Deuce after this for a drink. Yeah right, I’m
just dying to see her.
~~~
Walking into The Deuce, I was shocked to hear blues legend
Tag McCoy cranking out a great riff on his electric guitar. I snuck up along
the edge of the stage and was shocked to find he was playing one of Granddad's
old guitars. I recognized it immediately, since it was a custom turquoise and
white, based on the look and feel of the Fender Telecaster. It was one of the
guitars that made Maxwell Keegan famous, and I played one just like it.
“He’s playing one of ours,” I told Lara, pulling up a seat
at the bar. I could feel myself beaming with pride. It is one thing to see
someone playing a new custom guitar, but it’s another to see a music legend
playing one that’s over 40 years old. Amazing!
The place was packed, and Lara was busy as hell. She was
dressed for the blues, with her tight fitting jeans tucked into her leather
boots. It was a perfect night - having a beer, watching her work, and
listening to the blues. It’s amazing to think that Granddad made that
guitar 15 years before I was born, and it’s still being played. Hmmm, Lara
looks really sexy in those jeans. She definitely has a great ass in
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