Tap (Lovibond #1) (12 page)

Fuck. Is it just me or does it smell like sex even more over here?
Stout is going to rip me a new one if he figures out what I’ve done.

He stands over me, hands on hips. “What the hell has gone on here while I’ve been away?”

I lower my voice. “She showed up at the festival yesterday. Said she was here to surprise you. I came up with a bullshit story about a suicidal friend in Memphis.”
Not my best work.

“That’s dumb as hell.”

“Forgive the fuck out of me. I had maybe three seconds, at best, to come up with something to cover
your
ass.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to seem ungrateful. I’m just sort of freaking out. I wasn’t expecting this.” Just like I wasn’t expecting him to walk in at the exact moment I’m on the way to his guest room to fuck his sister.

“It’s okay.”

“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment with her?” I bet his mind is spinning like a damn hamster in a wheel right now.

“She was planning to go back to Savannah this morning. That’s why I’m here. To take her to her car.”
Half-truth. I came to drive her but not before I fucked her.

“Where’s her car?”

“Still parked at the festival. Had the service drive her home as she’d had several beers.” We don’t need two DUIs in the Thorn family.

“Lawrence never has more than a few beers.”

“She did last night.” I might as well tell him now. “She helped me judge the home brew comp. She got a little tipsy but don’t worry. I took care of her.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “In what way?”

“I saw her home safely.” Stout’s eyes grow large and his mouth forms a tight line.
I know what he’s thinking.
“I did not fuck your sister. I swear.”
But I was damn sure about to when you came home just now.

“Give me my phone.” He’s going to see last night’s texts. That means I’m going to have some explaining to do.

“What is this shit about her wanting you to kiss her?”

“I guess she likes me.” And I know I like her. But I can’t let him know that.
Fuck do I need to get out of these wet pants . . . and away from the scent of sex.

“Yeah. She likes you all right. She says so right here in this message.”

I didn’t take advantage of my position. I ignored that devil sitting on my shoulder whispering in my ear. “You can see how I responded. I told her I wasn’t for her because she didn’t know how I was. And not knowing me would be no great loss. I figured that’s what you’d say since you don’t think I’m good enough for your sister.”

“It’s not about being good enough, Tap. You’ve screwed over a lot of women. I don’t want my sister to become the latest addition to that very long list.”

Stout has a severe case of the pot calling the kettle black. “You act like I’m such a dickhead, and you never fuck around with women.”

“This has nothing to do with me. We’re talking about my sister and what you’re not going to do with her.”

“I would never mistreat Lawrence.”
I wouldn’t. I mean that.

“Maybe you wouldn’t as long as she met your needs. But what about when you no longer want her for a piece of ass?”

“That’s not true. But even if it were, she lives four hundred miles away. This whole argument is bullshit.”

I’m tired of defending myself to Stout. “Why are you here? I thought you had two more weeks to go.”

“I do. Got a day pass because I’ve been doing so well with my recovery. Which isn’t hard given I’m not an alcoholic. It’s a great program for people with addictions, but it’s not really set up for someone like me. Anyway, I have to return by five, which really sucks. Wish I had longer since Lawry is here. I haven’t seen her in six months.”
No way she’s leaving this morning now. And I’m not sad about that.

“I’m gonna take off so you can have some brother-sister time.”

“Sorry I was such a hard ass about Lawrence.”

“I know you love her and only want the best for her.” I gesture toward the laundry room. “I’m just gonna grab my jeans out of the dryer before I go.”

Wren is shoving clothes into the washer when I sneak up behind her. I wrap my arms around her and kiss the side of her neck. “Hey. I’m gonna go so you can spend time with Stout before he leaves again.”

She turns in my arms and kisses my chest. “Will I see you later?”

“I certainly hope so.” I gesture to the jeans folded on top of the dryer. “Mine?”

“Yeah.”

I push the waistband of the linen pants down and step out of them. “Can these go in with that load?”

She bites her bottom lip to unsuccessfully suppress her mischievous grin. “Throw ’em in.”

I pull on my boxer briefs and then my jeans, Wren’s eyes watching my every move.
She is checking out my junk with no shame.
“Text me if we don’t catch up at the festival by the time Stout gets ready to leave.” I’d love to make plans to meet up after he’s left.

“I will.”

I hold her face and kiss her breathless. Again. I stop when I hear Stout rambling in the kitchen on the other side of the wall.
Can’t risk being caught.
“See you later, Wren.”

H
oly shit
. I can’t believe Ollie walked in on Brou and me as we were going to the bedroom.
Damn, that was a close one.

I don’t care what Ollie says about me being with Brou. My brother doesn’t get a say about who I’m with. But at the same time, I don’t want Brou to encounter a problem at work because of me.

I flop on the couch next to Ollie. He puts his arm around me and squeezes. “To what do I owe this surprise visit?”

“You were right when you said it had been too long since I’d been to see you. I thought it was time. And I wanted it to be a surprise so I could check up on you. You’ve been weird lately, but the last two weeks have
been the topping on the proverbial weird cake.”

“Weird, huh?” He laughs.

“Yeah. It doesn’t feel like you on the other end answering me.”

“I’m sorry about that. Things have been a little crazy lately. Let me get through the next couple of weeks, and I promise everything will be back to normal again.”

“Good. ’Cause I miss my little brother. I want to get together more often. Six months is too long to go without seeing each other.” And maybe Brou will become an additional incentive to get me back in Birmingham more frequently.

“Yes, it is.”

I’m not sure now is the right time to bring this up but I feel I don’t have a choice. “Christie called me.”

“What does she want now? More money?” I wish. It would be much simpler to part with money over what she’s asking of us.

Ollie slams his fist into the couch cushion. “Dammit. I knew we shouldn’t have given her any. It only encourages her to keep coming back for more, which means we’ll never be rid of her.”

“It wasn’t about money this time. She’s in end-stage renal disease.”

“Well boo-fucking-hoo. She did that shit to herself, so she’s getting what she deserves if you ask me.” True. She was an addict and noncompliant diabetic. She wanted heroine more than insulin. Her kidneys couldn’t handle all those years of abuse and unstable blood sugars.
It’s a miracle she’s still alive.

“I assume she called because she wants us to help her out somehow. Medical bills?”
He’s going to go apeshit when I tell him.

“She wants a kidney.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I’m not giving her my kidney.”

He makes it sound like he won’t have one left. “You have two, Ollie.”

“I know and I’m keeping both of them. So are you. End of story.”

I wish she hadn’t contacted me. I should have changed my number after that last round of begging for money. Hearing from her has brought up so much from the past. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her and our childhood since she asked.”

“Don’t think about that shit, Lawry. No good can come from it.”

“Do you remember the time I wrapped a hamburger in a napkin and brought it home from school for you?” I traded my piece of chocolate cake for it because I knew it would be more filling and nutritious for Ollie’s little malnourished body.

“Yeah, and I also remember her putting me in the corner and making me watch her eat it while she was coming down from a high. I was so hungry my stomach was gnawing my backbone.” That was only one of the many cruelties she inflicted on us.

“I think about that stuff a lot.”

“Keep thinking about it. Remember the kind of person she is. That should help you make the right decision.”

I don’t want to talk about her anymore. “I’ve done my duty by telling you about Christie so enough of that.” What he does with the information is his decision. “Tell me what’s been going on in your life.”

“I’ve met someone I’m interested in.” Ollie’s beaming.

“That’s so good to hear.” A new relationship will help him move on from Eden.

“Tell me about her.”

“Her name is Madison. She’s an addiction and substance abuse counselor.”

“Exciting. Have you asked her out?”

“Not yet. The timing is off but I’m going to soon. Maybe in a couple of weeks.”

“Don’t worry. She’ll say yes when you do. She’d be crazy to not jump at the chance.” I may be biased but Ollie really is a catch. All my friends think so and tell me often.

“I hope so. I think I really like this woman.” He does judging by the goofy grin on his face.

“Tell me what you like about her.”

“She isn’t afraid to challenge me.”

“I bet she likes to talk a lot.” I would imagine a counselor would want to discuss everything. That could get exhausting after a while. Sometimes I just want to be quiet and enjoy silence.

“Yeah, but I don’t mind. I like the things she has to say.”

“I would love to meet her.”
I’d like to see for myself she isn’t like Eden. I knew that one was a bitch the moment I met her.

“Let me ask her out first and see where things go.”

“That’s probably a good idea.”

“How do you feel about going back to the festival today?”

I know Ollie is anxious to see how things are going. “I’d love to. I had a great time yesterday.”
Thanks to Brou.
I leave off that part. I don’t want to cue Ollie to our
friendship
.

“I need to change first.”

“I think I will too.” The outfit I’m wearing is for travel. And now it looks like I’m sticking around a while longer.
And I definitely have to get out of these wet panties. Ick.

“Can I use your cell to call a car?”

“Why don’t we just take the company car?”

“What do you mean?”

“Lucas told me you drove the company vehicle to Memphis because the pickup needed to be seen by a mechanic.”

“Um, yeah. But I’d rather not drive in case we have drinks.”

“Did you leave your phone in the car?”

“My phone?”

“Yeah, you wanted mine to call the car service."

"Oh, yes. It's in the car." Ollie looks a little lost. I guess he's driven from Memphis to Birmingham this morning. It's eight now, so he must have left around four. That's enough to tire anyone.

I toss him my phone. “Give me five minutes before you call.”

I decide on colorful printed pants and my peacock colored cropped Lovibond T. It’s going to be another hot one so I opt for a topknot instead of wearing my hair down.

“You look like a damn hippie.” Mission accomplished.

I slip my brown and gold sunglasses into my hair. “Thank you. I take that as a compliment.”

“What kind of pants are those?”

I do a turn to model them. “They’re called harem pants.”

“You do know what a harem is, don’t you?”

“Shut up and let’s go. The driver is waiting.”

We arrive at the festival and the scene is very different than the one I walked into yesterday. “No one’s here.”

“It’s still early. It doesn’t start for a few hours, but I expect a smaller turnout today since it’s Sunday.”

“There was a huge crowd yesterday. The boys hated you missed it, especially after how hard you’d worked to prepare the event.”
He would have been so proud.

“They didn’t hate it more than I did.”

“Well, you’re here now.”

“Sounds like you spent the better part of the day with Tap.”

Is he picking my brain to see what I’ll say?
“He mostly babysat me.”

“You told me you liked him in your text. And wanted him to kiss you. That’s not a good idea.” Too late, Ollie.

“I’d had a few drinks when I sent those texts. Oops. Party foul.”

“Sure that’s all it is?” I gotta throw him off our trail.

“Absolutely. He showed me kindness, and I took it for more than it was. I’m straight about everything now.”

“Tap is a good friend, but he doesn’t always treat women well. I’m looking out for you by discouraging a relationship with him.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain.” I don’t really want to keep hearing about Brou and other women.

“You’ll find that someone special one day.” I’m tired of hearing that too.

“I’m okay with me, myself, and I for now. Believe it or not, we do okay together.”

“You’re my sister and I love you. I want you to have that happily ever after every woman wants.” He’s my brother so I’m sure he hasn’t considered the possibility of me being okay with a quick fuck with Brou.
And
I can’t tell him that.

Brou, Porter, and the Lovibond gang are already at the booth when we arrive. “Damn. This looks great, guys. The graphics are perfect. Exactly what I had in mind.”

The boys are talking shop, and it’s a beautiful Sunday morning, so I take the opportunity to walk the grounds. I find an empty bench beneath a tree and decide to people watch.
I love doing that. You can figure out so much by seeing what people do when they think no one is paying attention.

A woman speaking sweetly to the dog she’s walking.
Animal lover. She has a kind heart.

A man jogging shirtless.
He thinks he’s hot shit. And he sort of is.

A mother pushing a crying baby in a stroller. She’s looking at her phone, not her wailing child. Doesn’t even give the kid a glance.
Probably neglectful.

A good-looking man with a succulent beard sitting on a park bench watching my every move.
Looks interested in me.

My phone alerts me to a new text.

My insides do a backflip.

I glance at Brou on the bench, looking at his phone. He’s purposely ignoring me now. Pretending I’m not sitting a bench away.
Doesn’t want to alert the guard.

My eyes follow Brou as he leaves the bench and walks away.
Sheez. His ass looks great in those jeans. And it looks pretty great not in those jeans too.

I can’t believe I had my hand wrapped around his cock.

I can’t believe he came in my hand.

I can’t believe he stood in front of me naked from the waist down.

I can’t believe he touched me with his fingers between my legs and then sucked them.
Fuck
. That was hot.

No one has ever made me come so hard in all my life.
Brou gives quality orgasms. I can’t wait to have another.

I
spend
the day mostly hanging with Ollie watching him do his thing.
He’s good at what he does. I’m proud of my little brother for achieving his dreams.

“It’s time for me to go.”

It seems like Ollie just got here. “Sure you can’t stay the night and go back tomorrow?”

“Wish I could. I’d love to spend more time together. Maybe I can make it over to Savannah in a few weeks.” Or maybe I can come back to Birmingham.

“I’d love that.”

“Do you want to hang out here or go back to my apartment?”

“This has been fun but I’m just about festivaled out after two days of it.”

“Okay. I’m gonna tell everyone we’re leaving.”

“I need to say goodbye to everyone since I won’t be seeing them again before I go.”

I go down the line telling the Lovibond gang how lovely it was to meet or see them again. I save Brou for last. He doesn’t get a hug like everyone else. Only a handshake. “It was nice meeting you,
Lucas
.”

“And you,
Lawrence
.”

The show between us is almost comical.
I wonder if everyone believes our act or do they see straight through the façade?

My car is blistering hot after sitting in the hot sun for two days. I lower the windows, crank the air up, and position the vents so they’re hitting me in the face.
I’ll definitely need a shower before Brou comes over so I don’t smell like sweaty ass.