“What the fuck are those hogs up to?” My day dropped from awesome down to awful. I went to the garage and took out a rake, eager to clean up the mess done on my property. On the brighter side, this would pass as an easy workout anyway.
As soon as I finished up cleaning the lawn, I went in and ran up the stairs to take a quick shower. If there’s one thing I should not be late to, that would be going to work. I needed to hurry, but the minute the water hit my chest, I was lost in the moment. Images of the sexy girl at the convenience store raced through my mind. Kylie. Why the hell hadn’t we said more than two words to each other?
She stole my fucking breath every time I saw her. Long blonde hair that curled at the end, fair skin, and big blue ‘fuck me’ eyes. My cock hardened to the point of pain, but I forced myself to ignore it.
There was no way in hell I was getting involved with anyone. Vince wasn’t losing someone again. I wasn’t either. My body ached as I brushed my hands down my chest and stomach, forcing myself to hurry the fuck up.
Another image of Kylie raced through my mind, and I groaned, stroking my cock and pressing my back against the wall. She couldn’t handle the thickness of my dick. No girl could. It was a pain in the ass that most women thought they wanted until they tried to wedge the fucker inside of them. Awkward. Embarrassing. All of the above.
Picking up the pace, I gripped myself with both hands and pressed my hips forward, fucking myself over the edge with visions of the pretty blonde bent over in my shower, my hands on her slick skin, my head teasing her tight holes.
“Fuck,” I cried out and came, the room spinning a little as I tried to catch my breath. “I did not have time for that shit,” I growled and got out of the shower, feeling so much better than I expected to.
I made a quick lunch and ran out of the house with a sandwich between my teeth. I locked the door and jumped in the car, driving like a bat outta hell to get there before opening.
I got to the shop just in time. After I had pulled the car into my parking spot, I ran in panting. Even with the hogs ruining the yard and making me late, I felt good. It was the release. It always helped. I needed to remember that shit.
Garren was at the shop and on the phone when I arrived. I passed him by and got busy unloading the contents of yesterday’s crates.
“You look like someone ran over you with a ten-wheeler truck. You look beat, dude,” Garren said as he walked up to help.
“I had a bad morning. Those fucking hogs just took a pit stop in my lawn and cultivated the grass. They left the green landscape with shit and soil.”
Garren took my story with a comic approach, laughing the entire time, though no part of my story was funny. Cock head.
“What the hell are you laughing at, Garren? This is some serious stuff. What if one day they come knocking on your doorstep and ruin your entire lot for you?” I snatched the gun from his hand, wiping the dust on its handle before putting it on display.
“Just trying to make the mood lighter; you look like someone pissed in your Cheerios, brother. Shake it off, man.” He laughed once more, finding the brighter side of the abhorrent incident.
I rolled my eyes and refused to laugh, but I cracked a smile, unable to help myself. He had the most hillbilly ass laugh I’d ever heard. “That hog’s shit was terrible. Good thing it is fertilizer to the land. Want some?” I turned the tables, kidding with him instead.
He raised both hands to retreat, desperate not to be met with the foul-smelling fertilizer. “No fucking way. By the sound of it, they’re terrifying bastards too. Why not go hog hunting tonight? I could come along if you want to.” Garren offered, but it was a horrible idea. I had too much going on, and adding a new activity would mean sacrificing other relevant tasks.
“Thanks, Garren. Let’s see what happens. If shit comes along once more, the hogs will not be granted a second chance.” I helped him out on unloading the guns and displaying them on the glass counters.
He nodded at me with a smirk, agreeing to my decision. “That’s cool, Hunter. Just call me if you need a hand, and I’ll be there if hunting’s the game.” He stepped back to go to the stock room.
Before he could leave and take the other crates there, I called him out.
“Garren, can I ask you a favor?” It was a hopeful wish, and Garren would always be my go-to guy.
“Anything, man,” he replied, keeping his spot beside me.
“I wondered if you could work on Saturday. My little man and I have plans to go fishing.” It was his day off, but I wished he could take the job for me. It was something demanding, but hopefully, he would agree to.
“Sorry, Hunter. I got some plans for Saturday that I can’t break. If you had mentioned it yesterday, I might have been able to do it.” His expression was apologetic.
I forced a smile. “No biggie. Thanks anyway.”
I nodded as he walked toward the stock room, taking the other crates for us to unload. Disappointment settled in the center of my chest. Vince would be upset. More than upset.
I’d just promised him that morning that we’d go. I cursed myself for saying anything to him. Fuck. His heart would be broken to find out that our fishing trip for the weekend was canceled, just like most of my previous promises.
Thinking about things further, I realized that I was wrong. Vince would take the news with a positive attitude. My son had a wider understanding. He might take it positively, being the cheerful kid he was born to be. The only thing that bothered my conscience was him getting used to this setup. Being disappointed with broken promises, again and again, was a routine task between the two us. That was something I had to figure out how to stop doing. He needed to be able to count on me. Period.
I needed to get my mind on something else. Like unpacking the never ending stack of crates that Garren had brought up from the stock room.
The gun shop was busy with men and women looking for the perfect weapons, a way to protect themselves. I loved watching their expressions when they found it.