“Maybe try not to start a relationship with anyone if they can’t give you an orgasm, vaginal or clitoral.” My shoulders quake in laughter. Only my sister could act like a teenage boy one minute and then the next go straight into the scholar personality.
“Without a doubt. How bad was the weekend for you?” If it weren’t for Deke, we’d each have had a day off, but a favor is a favor.
“Crazy busy, but that’s okay because money supersedes dick any day of the week. Don’t worry about it. I know you were worried about me pulling all the workload, but we have some amazing employees who we may want to think about giving a pay raise as well as a promotion.” We really need to hammer that out. As much as I love Beach Babe Boutique, it’s time we become boss babes and let the young guns show us what they’re made of.
“Well, I’ll work both days this weekend, and yes, we need to see if Natalie is willing to step up. We’re in agreement there, right? I know Casey is solid, but I don’t think she’s quite there for the long haul.” That’s the difference between a young teenager and someone in their twenties, not that roles can’t be reversed, because they can. It was my dream to open this place at the age of nineteen. It took until the time I was twenty-one to come up with a solid game plan. By then, Emily was on board, and we made our dream happen.
“Natalie for sure. Manager material without a doubt. Casey will probably have no problem stepping up in the need of overtime, even if it is tourist season. She likes money, plus the discount we give her.” Emily’s right.
“Let’s make it happen. Maybe tomorrow? As much as I’d love to shut this place down with you, I have a night to prepare for.” I stayed late last night, close to midnight. Then I made sure I was here to open the store and finish doing the re-stocks this morning so Emily wouldn’t have to get here at the crack of dawn.
“Sounds good. Don’t forget to shave the hairy beast.” I roll my eyes at her.
“As if we both didn’t get waxed together at the same exact time last week.” We should really look into laser hair removal. Our dark hair and gene pool don’t help us out.
“Never know. You want a ride home, or are you walking?” I brought the company vehicle back this morning, which leaves me stranded once again. There was no way I was calling Emily late last night, or Deke. Forget that.
“I’m going to walk. It’s only a fifteen-minute jaunt, and that way, I’m not stuck driving a van around like I’m a teenager and it’s my only mode of transportation.”
“Sounds good. Text me when he leaves tonight. I want to hear all about your time, well, you know, not vivid detail, but the number of times you O’d and how good he gives it to you. Shit, maybe I should go out tonight. My older sister is seeing more action than I am these days.” Emily huffs out a breath. I doubt that very seriously. In fact, I bet she picked up some poor unsuspecting tourist Saturday night, had her wicked way with him, and then promptly showed him the door hours later.
“Go away with that. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I squeeze her side and then take off. Maybe the walk home will calm down my freaking libido, too. You know, coming the moment Deke’s cock slides along my slit doesn’t bode well. It makes me look like a novice that can’t hold it together.
CHAPTER TEN
deke
I’m on Kelsey’s doorstep at six o’clock on the dot, unsure of why this woman has me by the balls when I haven’t even been inside her magical fucking pussy. Sleep wasn’t easy to come by, jacking my cock didn’t help, work was a waste of time and energy, and I learned my lesson from my brother Keller: physical labor when you’re wrapped up in a woman can make for a deadly combination, or in his case, a broken collarbone.
“Are you going to knock or just stand there thinking with your dick?” Did I mention I’m never prepared for what comes out of her mouth? Seriously, I took a chance when I brought Kels home with me, albeit a good one, but fuck I was scared shit could go sideways.
“That depends. The thoughts rolling around in my mind might scare you.” I step into her space and feel her shiver against me. She’s barely covered herself in the braless spaghetti-strap-style shirt and the biker-style shorts.
“Well, if you’re not going to tell me, maybe I’ll have to use my own imagination.” Her hand goes to the snap on my jeans, pulling at until it pops open.