Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I hardly think you’re my competition. But it’s cute that you think so.”
He chuckles as I hit the gas, and we lurch forward to the next hole.
The sun hangs above the trees like it doesn’t want to call it quits on such a nice day. A gentle breeze blows lazily across the course, and the sky is awash in an array of muted colors. After a chaotic day in the office, spending time out here is the best way to relax.
Well, the second-best way to relax. The first isn’t available.
“I could even come multiple times if that’s what you wanted.”
I withhold a groan and casually adjust my cock, hoping Jason is too preoccupied with his phone to notice.
It’s perplexing, really, that I’m struggling this much with having Carys around. At the end of the day, she’s just another woman, and God knows I’ve had attractive women around me all my life. My friends-with-benefits. My brothers’ girlfriends. Hell, Mom’s friends were even hot—some of them still are nice to look at. But Carys? She’s a problem that exceeds a fuckable body and willing spirit.
I’m having one hell of a time solving this riddle. And I have no one to blame for it but myself.
“Do you remember the summer Dad signed me, you, and Renn up for golf lessons, and Renn wound up wrecking the golf cart in a water hazard?” Jason asks.
“Yeah.”
“How old were we?”
“I was sixteen,” I say. “That would put you fourteen and Renn eleven or twelve, I guess.”
“Wow. You just spat those numbers out.”
A smirk twists my lips.
“What?” Jason asks, his brows wrinkled. “What’s that look about?”
I chuckle as we pull to a stop by the next tee. “The pro working at the club that summer had a daughter in college.” I pause. “Can’t remember her name. But I can tell you what her pussy felt like.”
Jason shakes his head and climbs out of the cart.
“I told her I was eighteen,” I say, getting out, too. “We got a lot of use out of the halfway hut. I’ll leave it at that.”
“Should’ve known.”
“Yes, you should’ve.”
He tosses me a little grin as he slides a driver out of his bag.
“What brought up that memory?” I ask.
“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about the past a lot lately.”
He sets himself up and smashes the ball. It arches through the air well, although slightly off target. It’s a typical Jason shot, but I keep that to myself.
“Not bad,” I say as I prepare for my turn.
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you ever think about the past?” he asks.
I place my ball on the tee. “I think about how I golfed last week alone, and it was blissfully quiet.”
He laughs. “You’re such an asshole.”
Ball off my front foot. Knees loose. Feet parallel to the target line. I adjust my grip on the club and tilt my shoulders—then drive through the ball.
It sails through the air beautifully toward the hole.
“And that’s how it’s done,” I say, heading back to the cart.
“Mom told me you said I should get her a frequent flier program.”
“You should just give her a jet for Christmas. Then she could be responsible for the maintenance and scheduling.”
“I should.” He chuckles as we climb back into our ride. “I have to admit, though, that I like seeing her so happy. She deserves it.”
“She keeps giving me shit about it.”
“About what?”
I turn the key and press the gas. “About … being happy,” I say, curling my lip. “She thinks that the only way to live your life is to travel around the world. She seems to forget that some of us have to stay behind and keep the funds coming in.”
“That’s a bullshit excuse.”
I give him a pointed look.
Out of all my siblings, I like Jason best. He’s serious and straightforward. Smart. He doesn’t love mindless chatter … usually. He was also the one I was closest to growing up, and we share the most memories.
“Ever wonder what it’s like at the bottom of a water hazard?” I ask. “Because you might find out if you don’t watch yourself.”
His laugh is quick and loud, and the sound of it makes me grin.
“All I’m saying is that given the utter shit show that our family has endured, I have a different perspective on life,” he says.
“One that I’m sure Ripley would love to hear.”
“You can’t tell me that you haven’t changed over the past couple of years.”
I pull up to our balls and stop. Jason is watching me intently. There’s no getting around this without satisfying him to some degree.
Make sure I hide my tee times on my calendar going forward.
I sit back and sigh. “I don’t think you can watch your father try to kill your mother and sister while destroying everything your family has ever worked for and come out unscathed.”