We stopped at my truck, and I handed him the keys.
“Are you giving up your manwhoring ways?”
He jerked his head back. “Dude, let me take baby steps. Don’t take the whole jar of candy away all at once.”
I laughed and got into the truck. More like, fell into the truck. My drunkenness was back again.
As Josh started up my truck, I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. “I’m never drinking like that again.”
I heard Josh laugh and mumble something like, “Yeah, right.”
It didn’t take long before the motion of the driving truck put me to sleep and blue eyes invaded my dreams.
Chapter Sixteen – Jeff
She stood at the door, her hands on her hips, a pissed-off look covering her face. The old Jeff and Ari were back. Gone were the two civil people who shared coffee together.
“Just let me in, Ari. I need to talk to Ellie.”
“She’s not here, dickhead. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
I knew damn well my sister wasn’t at Ari’s. So why was I standing at her door arguing with her about it?
Because I was sick in the damn head. Because it thrilled me. Gave me a high I’d never experienced before. And because I was dying to see her smile. Her hazel eyes. Her soft, wavy, light-brown hair.
“Ari?” Sue called out. “Who’s here?”
Shooting me daggers, Ari called back, “A salesman trying to sell a bunch of shi—”
“Jeff Johnson! My word, I haven’t seen you in months! Get on in here and give me a hug.”
As I walked by Ari, I shot her a smile that would have any normal girl blushing. But not Ari. Hell no. It just pissed her off and made her cheeks flush with anger, not lust.
r /> “How are you, Sue?” I asked, letting Ari’s mother lead me into the house and straight to the kitchen.
“I’m wonderful! Wait until Mark sees you. How is your mother, darling?”
I huffed. “The same.”
She gave me a knowing look. “We’ve been begging Ellie to move in here. Why, she spends most of her time here as it is.”
I smiled. “Thank you for always taking such good care of her.”
Sue gave me a knowing grin. One that said she knew what went on in our house but wasn’t about to pry unless asked to.
“Mark, look who stopped by.”
Glancing up from his newspaper, most likely the sports section, Mark flashed me a wide, toothy smile.
“Well, if it isn’t Jefferson Johnson. How in the hell are you, son?”
Mark had always liked me, but there was always something that told me that could all change if he knew how I really felt about his daughter. His only daughter. The same girl I had laid in bed and jacked off to since she was fifteen years old.
Jesus, what is wrong with me? My dick was getting hard thinking about jacking off to an image of Ari. With her father standing in front of me.
“I’m doing well. Just looking for Ellie.”
“Like I said, she isn’t here. She’s with that loser of a boyfriend of hers.”