Wasted (Kenshaw Ranch Book 5)

by Piper Frost

  His head drops. "Yes. Fuck, Carter, don't stop," he moans.

  So I don't. I don't stop until the water's running cool and I still have to finish rinsing out my hair. The freedom of being able to touch him like that felt...special. He doesn't seem like the type of guy who would let just any girl do that.

  "You feel better?" I manage to ask through the thoughts racing in my head as we dry off and I wrap a towel around me. Thank god for Affton not buying tiny ass towels.

  He nods and mumbles a response, only sparing me a glance before toweling off his hair. Before wrapping it around his waist, he puts it around the ends of my hair and squeezes.

  "I gotta get going," he mutters on his way out of the bathroom.

  What the hell?

  "Hey, I don't get my massage?" I walk into the room, hand on my hip. "It's only fair."

  His teeth scrape over his bottom lip as he looks me over twice. "Only fair." Snatching up his watch, he sets it on my side table before looking at my bed.

  "You're not actually going to wear that, are you?" I lay down on the pillow and stretch out.

  "It's a thirteen hundred dollar watch. Yeah, I'm going to enjoy my watch and think of your pussy every time I check the time." He moves slowly to kneel on the bed. "You got lotion or something?"

  I stretch to the side table and grab my coconut oil. "This is better for your skin." I smirk back at him then lay my head down again. "Don't be a pansy either. It's been a long time since I've gotten a massage but I can't have dainty hands."

  "Shut up, woman." After a minute, he straddles my thighs, his hands landing on my ass. "Fuck," he whispers and when I look back, he looks at me. "You've got a bruise." His thumb rubs over a tender spot on my ass and I furrow my brows.

  It's not like anyone else is going to see it. "Doesn't hurt," I lie. It kind of hurts. Like when he touches it. But I'm sure sitting will be fine. Or it'll remind me of tonight and just get me wet all over again.

  Fuck, I'm just as fucking twisted as he is!

  He doesn't respond, but his hands start slowly working out every tight muscle in my body. If someone were to walk near my door right now they'd think we're in here fucking, but his hands are like goddamn magic. I feel like butter. Smooth. Creamy. Done.

  "Your hands feel amazing," I murmur into my pillow. "I think they're going to put me to sleep."

  He quietly chuckles. I'm not sure where Grant went, but this man's not him.

  "Hey," I blurt, twisting to look back at him. "You want to play a game?"

  "A game?" He gets off me and looks at his oily hands. After only a second of thought, he reaches for my boobs and begins to rub the oil onto them. "What kind of game?"

  "Not one like that." I laugh, shoving his hands off. "Though we can do that again later if you want. Give my pussy a rest for a hot minute."

  "So what's this game?" He's trying to rub the oil off his hands onto his stomach and arms before he lays on my pillow.

  "Two truths and a lie." I smirk. "You played before?"

  His eyebrow cocks. "No. I usually just lie."

  "Great!" I chirp, pulling the sheet up to just above my tits. Lying naked in bed while fucking is one thing. Lying naked in bed while talking is a whole different level of 'please don't look at my rolls'.

  "I'm not playing any games with you like that." He yanks the sheet down after propping onto his elbow. "Let's make some rules. First rule, I'm still in charge. Second rule, I like you naked. Third rule, I want to be in charge while you're naked. Don't get shy on me." Leaning toward me, he kisses my cheek before laying back down. "Commence with the game." He rolls his hand like those are agreed upon rules.

  "The second one isn't really a rule though," I whisper. "But I'll let you have them." I clear my throat and try to get comfortable and not think about the fact that there's a sex god lying in front of me. "I'll go first so you get the gist of it. So I say three things. One thing's a lie and the other two are truths. And you have to guess which the lie is."

  "Easy."

  "Good. So." I grin. "I was once caught in High School sucking a guy's dick in the science lab. I got my first speeding ticket at fourteen. And..." I tap my chin. "My cat's name was pussy and I loved her." I grin at him. "Which one's the truth?"

  "Well I can tell you which is the lie. You didn't get a speeding ticket at fourteen. You would have gotten a misdemeanor. Plenty of run ins with the law to know that. I was going to say the cat, you don't strike me as a cat type of girl. Was probably your brother's or something." He smirks up at me.

  "It was a dare. My brothers told me our dad wouldn't let me name her that, so I did. And I was in detention for a week after that stint in the Science lab," I groan, laughing. "I made it easy for the first round," I tell him then poke his side. "Your turn!"

  He slides his hands behind his head and stares at the ceiling with a smirk for a minute before his green eyes land on me and he's grinning. "I've joined the mile high club. I've sucked Tommy's dick. I've fucked a cop in a cop car."

  "You never sucked Tommy's dick," I blurt. "No way in hell would you put your mouth on his dick." I can't stop my cheeks from heating up at the thought. "I'd watch it though," I mumble.

  "Am I supposed to tell you if you're right or not?"

  "Yes!" I slap him in the chest then snake my way over to him, resting my head on him. "That's the point of this game. It's to get to know each other."

  "Okay then." His hand slides through my damp hair and keeps going down my back. "I've never joined the mile high club."

  "Stop," I bark, laughing way too loud as I shoot up to a sitting position. "You've sucked Tommy's dick?!" I shriek.

  "It started as an accident." He laughs and covers his face with his hand and I think he's actually blushing. "He was fucking this chick while she was in his lap, facing out and I was going down on her. He slipped out and...uh..." He chuckles pulling his hand down his face with a groan. "This doesn't leave this room." He pokes my side, cocking his head to see my face for agreement.

  "Scouts honor," I laugh, holding up three fingers and have to squeeze my thighs together to try and stop the pulse between my legs. Fuck, how does he do that?! "Oh my god," I laugh. "Do you think Affton knows?"

  "Do you want the rest of the story or not?" He puts his hand over my mouth. "He slipped out and we were disoriented and he was in my mouth and he was coming at the same time and I couldn't leave the guy hanging. So I sucked him off."

  "Oh my fuck!" I scream out in laughter and fall back to my pillow, trying to muffle the giggles. "Grant! You've sucked another guy off!" I laugh harder. "Holy shit that's hot," I blurt then start laughing again.

  "Jonathan and Drake would let you watch them go at it. Those two like public sex more than I do." He chuckles and rolls to his side, his hands tuck under his cheek while he grins over at me.

  "It's different watching straight...ish...men doing it." I grin at him then mimic his position, facing him. "Okay, okay, my turn." I pause and try to find something to stump him but his life has seen more action than mine has. "Okay so..." I grin. "I was cast in my grade school play as the Christmas tree because I was too fat for the other costumes. I landed my first modeling job eating a greasy ass cheeseburger on the sidewalk. My social media account exploded when I posted a picture of myself in a bikini on the beach which is what led Affton to find me."

  "The costume?" he asks, actually sounding stumped.

  "No, that definitely happened. Try again!"

  "You're not too fat for anything." His hand goes to my hip and he tugs me closer. "The cheeseburger? Which would be a bummer because seeing a hot girl eating a cheeseburger should automatically get her a modeling career."

  I giggle and tap him on the nose. "Right on the money, sadly enough." I shrug. "Either way, I'm real fucking happy Affton did eventually find me. Your turn."

  Yawning, he rolls to his back. "I have sixteen half siblings I barely know. I had a pet pig my mom had made into bacon when I was twelve. My first love was my tenth grade biology teac
her."

  "Well I almost called it at first love," I mumble, chuckling. "But then you added in your teacher and that actually sounds like something you'd do." I narrow my eyes at him waiting to see if I've narrowed my options down at all.

  He tiredly chuckles. "Naw, it was the first love. I've never been in love but my tenth grade teacher was smokin' hot and she sucked my dick when I was a senior."

  "Ew, stop." I laugh, wrapping my arm around his waist and resting my head on his chest. "She really did?"

  "Huge fucking slut. I wasn't her youngest. She got fired two years after graduation when some kid blackmailed her."

  I hum out my response as my hand starts tracing the ink on his chest. "It's my turn, give me a minute to think," I whisper, in a trance from the intricate design he wears. I have never had the urge to get a tattoo. Once when I was drunk we tried but got turned away, and ever since I've just shrugged it off. I never thought I was a fan of pain.

  Tonight definitely set me straight on that one.

  Before I can start with the next round, I realize Grant's gone pretty still and silent, so I pop my head up and can't help but smile as he's passed out.

  "Grant?" I whisper, slowly bringing my hand to his cheek.

  He doesn't wake, just turns into my hand and shifts his body so he's got his arms wrapped tight around me . I turn and shift next to him and even with all the movement he doesn't wake up. I take a deep breath and tell myself that this means nothing, then close my eyes and try to fall asleep.

  It's not until the sun blinds me that I realize I must have been more tired than I thought. I had felt like I'd be up all night. I didn't want to wake up alone so I didn't want to fall asleep. But now I'm up, and I'm not alone.

  "Morning," I whisper, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

  He inhales a sharp breath and goes completely stiff. Releasing a groan, he rolls to his back and rubs at his face. "Mornin'," he says in a deep, groggy voice. I want to fuck that voice. How fucking weird is that?

  "You passed out last night," I say, twisting in the covers and sighing. "I hope I didn't steal too many covers. I'm a cover whore."

  He chuckles and slides out of the bed, standing and stretching with his erect dick just proudly pointing at me. "I didn't mean to pass out." He says after stretching then walks into my bathroom, not bothering to close the door while he pees.

  I grab the sheet and stand up, heading to my drawers for some panties.

  "It's all good. I'm going to go make some coffee. Maybe bacon. Then I've got a day full of phone calls and schedules to align with the new line launching. Then with the trip to Germany coming soon there's just a ton that needs to get done." I step into the bathroom while he washes his hands and I grab my toothbrush, nudging him to the side.

  "Yeah, Germany." God that sleep voice. "That's cool. I need to get a fuckin' haircut." He looks at himself in the mirror and rubs his hand over his head. His eyes hit mine in the mirror before he yanks my toothbrush out of my mouth and starts brushing his teeth.

  "Alright then," I say with a mouth full of toothpaste. I spit then wash off my face, making sure to take up the entire sink so he can't spit when he needs to.

  Knowing what I'm doing, he laughs that deep, evil laugh before grabbing my arms and forcing me to face him. Dipping his head, his toothpaste filled mouth covers my nipple and I squeak. When he blows on the minty bubbles I let out a moan and close my eyes, letting the sensation take over.

  "You play so dirty," I whisper.

  He spits and wipes his mouth. "I want to play dirty." His finger circles my nipple. "But I gotta go." With an abrupt kiss, he walks out of the bathroom.

  I wait until the bedroom door closes to let out a groan and sink against the counter. Dirty is right. The man doesn't play fair.

  It takes everything I have in me to pull my thoughts away from Grant for the day but once I kick into work mode the only time I really think about him is every time I sit. Or walk. Or...well...okay so it's not as easy to forgot about last night as I thought it'd be.

  "Hey, Bean, you don't know anyone that wants any pigs do you?" Tommy barges into the office covered in dirt, leaning against the desk like he's not about to cover all my work with whatever farm shit he's covered in.

  "Pigs? Like baby pigs?" My ears perk up because as much as I've sworn off all things country, I fucking love baby pigs!

  "Piglets, yes." He chuckles. "The Kenshaws have a litter of them ready to go and Brandt's only keeping a handful. You know, for bacon." He smirks and winks at me. My jaw drops.

  "Bacon? They're going to kill their pets?" My eyes flash from Tommy to Affton then back to Tommy.

  Affton laughs from the other side of the desk, then stands and walks over to Tommy. "You mean the greasy breakfast food you love to eat almost daily?"

  "No. That comes from old ugly fat pigs that are ready to die," I blurt, shooting out of my chair. "I want one. I'll take one. Two? How many are there?" I can save those babies!

  "There's eight." Tommy lets out a deep laugh. "You...want a piglet?"

  I glance to Affton whose eyebrows are high.

  "Yes." I nod, crossing my arms in front of me. "I do. And I'm going to need to move upstairs so we have more room. Thanks." I smirk at them.

  Tommy glances at Affton, waiting for her to say something. Affton looks from Tommy to me six times before saying, "You want to bring a pig into my house?"

  I blink at her, shrugging. "Y..." I really should think this through more. "Yes. Or I can put its pen outside by the goats. You know. In that zoo you have out there." I hold my ground. "You let goats run around downstairs."

  "I...have bacon to make." She walks away, calling back, "You two can sort this out. I'm not a zookeeper!"

  "Tommy?" I smile bright. "Goats and pigs get along, right?"

  He rubs the back of his neck, shaking his head. "Uh...yeah. They can." He chuckles. "I'll call Brandt and let him know to keep one for ya. You can bring it home in a couple days," he grumbles as he walks out the door.

  I squeak out a victory noise and run after him. "Oh my god, thank you!" I feel like a kid at Christmas!

  ***

  Last week I got my pig. My Tink. And I love her.

  I've never wanted kids or anything to take care of, but this tiny pig has stolen my heart. Almost all of it. I don't want to leave her alone out here with the goats, but when I get a message from Grant that he's on his way to pick me up I know I need to shower. I've been playing outside with her all morning and I'm sure I smell like pig.

  I hop out of the shower and check my phone, biting my lip at the text he sent.

  GRANT: I haven't tasted that pussy in 3 days. You owe me.

  I let out a moan and end it with internally screaming at myself for caring this much about a man that's very indifferent about me. At least he puts on a good show that he doesn't care, but I saw a side of him the last time we were together that told me he's a lot less indifferent than he says he is.

  CARTER: It's ready for you.

  I snap him a picture of my tits in this bra and shove my phone in my purse to finish getting ready or else I'd just sit here and text him the whole time. I don't know where we're going or what we're doing but it's hot as hell, so I pick out a summer dress and grab my sandals before I head downstairs.

  "Hey, Grant's coming to pick me up. Don't wait up," I tell Affton and Tommy as I walk into the living room. They freeze from fighting over the remote and both of their eyes land on me.

  "He's not staying to hang out?" Tommy asks, his eye narrowing.

  I shrug. "I don't think so. He just said he's on his way over to pick me up." I sit on the chair and nod toward the two of them. "Remote battles?"

  "No." Affton yanks it from his hand. "What're you two doing?" She's trying not to sound suspicious, but she can't even make eye contact right now.

  "No clue. But it should be a fun time. I haven't been out in a while." I wiggle my eyebrows and Tommy shakes his head, hopping up from the couch.
/>   "I'm getting a beer." He heads for the kitchen and Affton's gaze finally hits me.

  "Carter..." She sighs and stands, moving closer to me. "Are you two screwing?"

  "Does it matter?" I sound like I'm immediately on the defensive but honestly, she fucks him. Why can't I?

  "Only because he's not anything like the guys you're used to. Grant's not...human. There are no human emotions inside that man that I know a girl like you would one day hope to see. He's going to break your heart. But." She plops back onto the couch and folds her arms over her chest, staring at the black screen on the TV. "It's your heart." Glancing at me she blurts, "Stay away from Grant. Far, far away. But it's your choice. Make a good choice. Like avoiding him. But whatever." She picks up her banana from the table.

  "I'm the best choice she'll ever make," Grant chuckles from the hall as he walks into the living room. "She's not wrong though." He grabs Affton's banana she was about to peel and opens it, taking a bite. "You should probably avoid me."

  I roll my eyes and stand up, then freeze in my spot. "Grant, what did you do?" A mullet! He...he got his hair cut into a mullet! I have to hold back the laughter but when Tommy's laugh rings from behind Grant I cover my mouth to try and stop it.

  "Holy fuck, Billy Ray Cyrus called and wants his mullet back!" Tommy's rolling in laughter and he walks past Grant, patting him on the shoulder. "Holy hell, that's a good one, dude."

  Affton sighs and stands. "Babe, can I have a hundred dollars?" Her eyes roll as she holds out her hand toward Tommy.

  "Nah." He chuckles. "I think I'm about to use the last of the money in my wallet to go get a matching cut." He cackles, wiping tears from his eyes.

  "Like hell you are. Give the idiot a hundred bucks." Pushing past Grant she grumbles, "I didn't think you had the balls to do it."

  "I've got plenty balls, Affy." He grabs his crotch and jiggles.

  "You bet him for this?" I shriek, my eyes flashing between the three of them. "That's horrible!" I can't help but laugh now, especially because Tommy is still snickering and Grant looks proud as hell.