by Tess Oliver
She leaned down lower, jutting her perfectly sculpted, bathing suit model ass up higher, causing my cock to push higher along with it.
“I think you have to lean down lower because it’s way in the back.” I was a damn fiend, but I was having a good time with it.
Mindy was leaning so far into the refrigerator, I could see every inch of her. I couldn’t hold back a groan.
She straightened with a gasp. Her long, brown hair swept around as she spun toward me trying to look shocked and angry. “You pervert.”
I held out my arms. “Guilty as charged. You didn’t actually think I’d have yogurt in my fridge?”
“Real men eat yogurt . . . sometimes.”
“Probably. But not this real man.”
She exaggerated the sway of her hips as she walked toward me and pressed her naked body against mine. “You are a scoundrel. Of course, as you know, I only hang around you because you are so fucking good in bed.” She kissed me. My cock pressed against the fly of my still damp board shorts.
“When do you leave for the photo shoot?” I ran my palm over her naked back and stopped on her ass.
“I’ve got to be at the airport by noon.” She ran her fingers along my chest. “I don’t know why you decided to come here instead of flying to Paris with me. We could have a lot of fun.”
Mindy and I had dated seriously for a few months, after my years in the army and just before my budding career in MotoGP came to a crashing, bone-busting end. She’d moved on with her modeling career and other men, while I recuperated from a gnarly broken femur. Her last boyfriend had proved such an asshole, she’d come back to me, hoping for a friends with benefits type of relationship. I was all for it. Neither of us had ever been good at the tied down to one person thing. The new arrangement was working out just fine. Now we met up whenever we had time just to hang out and fuck. Mostly fuck.
“I have no doubt that you and I would have a blast in Paris, but the California coast was calling to me, and my surfboard was getting bored. Besides, later this week, I’m heading up to Mayfair to meet up with Grady. He’s driving down from Wisconsin. Haven’t seen him in six months. After we put in our required time with the parents, we’re going to head back here for some serious surfing, beer drinking and bikini watching. Then I’ve got to get serious about finding work and a permanent place to stay. I’ve almost blown through the money I earned racing.”
“Ooh, a permanent place to stay— that sounds so unlike you. I guess it’s good I’m leaving. I don’t want to get in the way of your ‘boys of summer’ fun.” She squirmed out of my arms and headed for the coffee pot. “Now, Grady is your stepbrother, right?”
“No, that’s Jack. Jack is Walt’s son. Grady is my half-brother.”
“Right. You share a dad, and you grew up on the same block, but not in the same house.” She laughed and put her coffee on the counter before once again pressing herself into my arms. “No wonder you’re such a basket case.”
“Yep, I’ve got plenty of shit to unload on a shrink if I ever feel the need to see one.”
My phone buzzed on the counter behind me. I glanced back at the text. It was from my mom telling me to call her. I turned back to Mindy, kissed her and gave her a quick spank. “I’ve got to call my mom. Apparently she’s anxious to give me her opinion on something . . . again. In the meantime, why don’t you climb back in bed and wait for me.”
Mindy brushed the hair off my forehead. “Nope, I’m going to get dressed and get something to eat.” She left my grasp and headed to the bedroom. I put off the inevitable conversation with my mom and followed the naked beauty to the bedroom, hoping I could coax her into a quickie.
Mindy grabbed her panties and shorts off the floor and pulled them on.
“What the hell am I supposed to do with my morning with you out eating breakfast? Now I wish I’d had that damn yogurt.” I walked toward her. My hands went to the button she’d just fastened on her shorts.
She pushed my hands away and kissed me. “I’ve got to get going anyhow. I need to buy a few things before I get on the plane.” She pulled on her bra and shirt. “I left the name of the Paris hotel on my business card in case you get horny enough to jump on a plane and come see me. The photo shoot will take a few weeks. Then I’ll probably bum around Europe for awhile. Could be really fun.”
I nodded. “I might visit.”
She laughed. “Right. I figure you are going to pick up that phone and start calling numbers to fill my side of the bed the second I walk out of here.” She swung her purse onto her shoulder. I followed her out of the bedroom.
“Now would I do that, Min?”
She smiled back at me as she reached the front door. “Yes, you would. And, Cade—”
“Yeah?”
“Try and stay out of trouble.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
She shook her head, blew me a kiss and walked out the door.
I walked to the kitchen and picked up my phone just as it rang. It seemed my mom was on some kind of a mission this morning. “Hey, Mom, I was just going to call—”
“Caden.” Her voice sounded distant, not at all her usual tone. “Caden, I’m afraid I have some terrible news.” She sucked in a sniffle. “Oh, Cade,” she sobbed, “Grady was in a bad accident.”
“What?” I found myself gripping the counter and didn’t remember wrapping my fingers around it. “What happened? Where is he?”
“He’s gone.”
“What do you mean? Mom, where the fuck is Grady?”
“I’m sorry, baby.” I hadn’t heard my mom refer to me as baby since they’d rolled me out of the ambulance with a compound fracture. “Grady didn’t survive the crash.”
The small front room of the beach rental was closing in on me. It felt as if someone had drained the place of oxygen. “That can’t be.”
“Caden—”
“That can’t fucking be. We were going to meet up in Mayfair this week. Mom, what the fuck? How the fuck?” I squeezed the phone hard as if I could crumble it in my hand and wipe away the conversation completely. My throat tied into a knot and a lead weight pressed on my chest, making it even harder to breathe. “I just talked to him two days ago.”
“The police think he fell asleep at the wheel. His car hit the center divider before rolling across the highway and off the embankment.”
I closed my eyes and swallowed back the bitterness that had crept into my throat.
“Caden, you need to come home. Your dad needs you.”
I couldn’t remember the last time tears had burned my eyes. “Yeah. I’ll be home soon, Mom.” I hung up and stared down at the phone as I swept my thumb over my contacts.
Grady’s last text stared back at me. “Hey, numb nuts, see you in a few days.”
It was too fucking impossible.
Nausea swept through me. I threw my phone at the wall. It broke into pieces and slid to the floor, but I couldn’t erase the conversation. The room spun like a tornado as I turned around to the sink and puked.
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