Chapter 10: Chapter 10

EVAN

“That’s it?” I asked, staring at the car parts that Jake and Vada loaded into the back of the van. “It took you all afternoon to remove a few things?”

“Do you know anything about cars, Evan?” Vada snorted, rolling her eyes at Jake.

“Of course I do,” I snapped. “I run a car restoration business.”

“That doesn’t mean you know anything about what goes on under the hood.”

I boxed her in against the back bumper of the van while she was leaning over, bringing my mouth to her ear.

“I know what happened on top of the hood today,” I whispered, smiling to myself when she trembled.

“Goody for you,” she huffed. “Get off of me.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Garrett asked.

“I gave Vada a tune-up,” Jake explained. “Got her engine running before I take her for a joyride tonight.”

“Why’d you tell Evan and not me?”

“I didn’t tell him anything. He showed up when I was bleeding her master cylinder.”

“Bad analogy, man,” Garrett chuckled.

“Please don’t ever use that word again in any discussion about Vada’s pussy,” I begged.

“What’s wrong with you?” Vada asked. “You look like you’re gonna pass out, Evan.”

“Evan has period phobia,” Garrett explained.

“It’s called ~menophobia~,” I clarified. “And it’s a real thing.”

“Fuck off,” Vada laughed, pulling out her phone. “There’s no such thing.”

“Yes, there is.”

She glanced up from her phone, studying me with curious amusement. “You’re such a loser, Evan,” she said.

“This isn’t going to work,” I contended with a frustrated sigh. “I can’t have a woman living in my house who doesn’t respect me. We need to put her on a plane back to Miami.”

“Everyone just needs to relax,” Garrett said. “Nobody is going home. Once the two of you start fucking, the fighting will cease.”

“Why are you afraid of periods?” Vada asked.

“Just drop it,” I barked.

“I don’t get how a man can be afraid of a natural body function that’s exclusive to women.”

“He had a traumatic experience,” Jake shared.

“I’ve had ~multiple~ traumatic experiences,” I grumbled.

“What happened?”

“I’m not sharing that with ~you~,” I said, walking around to the driver’s door. I climbed in and started up the engine. “Let’s go.”

***

“I don’t know, Evan,” Vada said, leaning forward in her seat. “This place looks pretty feminine. I find it interesting that a manly man like yourself would be comfortable staying in a pink house.”

“I happen to love Greek revival architecture,” I explained.

“But it’s ~pink~,” she whispered.

“Do you have a point, Vada?”

“Why do you have period phobia?”

“Drop it!” I yelled before pushing open the door.

“I think you two should fuck,” Garrett suggested. “Just bang it out, so we can have some peace and quiet.”

“Not interested,” I muttered.

***

“What the actual fuck?” Jake whispered as we stood in the foyer of the inn.

The reception desk was a replica of a large pink ball of yarn. A basket of actual yarn sat in the corner. The wallpaper was needlework themed.

But aside from the nauseating old-lady decor, the house was beautiful. The interior moldings were authentic, all the expressive detailing of a classic Greek Revival Mansion present.

An elderly lady appeared, smiling kindly as she took in our group. “Good afternoon,” she said, straightening her white bun. “You must be the fellows from the car place.”

“That would be us,” Garrett said,

“Welcome to The Needlework Inn.” She flipped through a ledger on the desk, peering over her glasses. “You booked two rooms?”

“That’s correct,” I said.

She stared at Vada, her beady little eyes roaming over her body. “Did these boys kidnap you, sweetheart?”

“No, ma’am,” Vada replied politely, wrapping her arm around Jake’s waist. “This sexy hunk here is my new husband. And those two old farts are my dads.”

I glared at the little vixen. That wasn’t the story we agreed on.

She smiled up at me sweetly. “Relax, Dad. I’m a married woman now. It’s perfectly okay for me to have intercourse with Jake.”

“Congratulations on your nuptials,” the woman gushed. “I hope you enjoy your stay with us. I’m Edith, by the way.”

Another elderly lady stepped into the foyer, sporting a white bun that matched her partner’s and a homemade pink sweater. “I’m Esther. I’ll take you to your rooms.”

“Dinner is at seven,” Edith advised. “We have a full house tonight. We’re hosting a needlework retreat.”

“Thank you,” I said, accepting the room keys from Esther.

We followed her up the winding staircase to the second floor.

“I’m sorry, honey,” she whispered to Vada. “If I’d known you were a newlywed, I wouldn’t have put you next door to your dads. The old walls are kind of thin in this house.”

“It’s okay,” Vada said as they walked ahead of us down the hall. “My hubby and I won’t be having marital relations tonight. It’s my time of the month.”

I clenched my fists at my sides when Vada glanced back at me with a smirk. Garrett’s face turned a deep shade of red before he doubled over with laughter. Jake closed his eyes and shook his head.

“You can still give him a blow job,” Esther suggested.

“That is true,” Vada agreed.

Jake and my disobedient “daughter” disappeared into their room, closing the door behind them. I followed Garrett into our room.

“The bed is a double,” he sighed. “I guess we’ll be spooning tonight, honey.”

“Very funny,” I grumbled.

“Why didn’t you get three rooms?”

“They’re all booked up, remember?”

“Oh, right. The retreat.”

“What are we going to do about her?”

“Who?”

“Vada!”

“What about her?”

“She’s a brat.”

“She just likes pushing your buttons, Ev.”

“Vada needs some discipline.”

“She’s twenty-four years old.”

“She’s a wild animal,” I muttered. “If we keep her, I guess I’m going to be the one to tame her. You and Jake are pushovers.”

“~Tame her~? She’s not an animal, Evan.”

“She acts like one.”

“Does she have a nice pussy?”

“What?”

“You watched Jake go down on her, didn’t you?”

“I couldn’t see it,” I grumbled. “Jake’s big head was in the way.”

***

“I’m gonna head outside for some fresh air,” I said, grabbing my package of cigars from the dresser.

“Watch out for horny old ladies,” Garrett laughed.

“Will do.”

I glanced at Jake and Vada’s door. Lucky bastard was gonna get laid that night. I could hear their shower running. They were probably fucking in there.

I headed down the stairs, making my way to the back of the house. Old-lady laughter spilled from the parlor where they were doing their needlework.

It was almost nine. I was surprised they were still up.

They were a lively bunch. Dinner was entertaining. I wasn’t expecting the dirty jokes. And the booze! Not one of them looked a day under eighty. But they carried on like a group of twenty-year-olds.

I was just about to open the kitchen door when I heard moaning coming from the parlor. Did one of them fall? They were hitting the wine pretty hard at dinner.

I walked down the hall to the double doors and listened.

The moans were coming from more than one person. And they weren’t cries of pain.

~Walk away.~

~Go.~

~Don’t open the door.~

Yeah. I probably should’ve listened to myself.

But I didn’t.

I reached for the handle, turning the brass knob slowly. The old door creaked loudly when I pushed it open. But nobody noticed me.

There are some things that can never be unseen. No matter how hard you try, you’ll never be able to expunge the horrifying images from your brain. Like walking in on an old-lady orgy.

I ran for the stairs.

We had to leave immediately.

We’d sleep in the van.

I barged into Jake and Vada’s room without knocking. Jake was lying on the bed, watching television.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“We need to leave.”

“Why?”

“The old women,” I gasped. “They aren’t doing needlework.”

“What are they doing?”

The bathroom door opened. Vada stepped into the room, wearing nothing but a towel knotted under her breasts, that barely covered her ass.

“Did you walk in on their orgy?” she chuckled.

“How did you know that?”

“Esther told me about it at dinner.”

“And you didn’t feel like that was something you should share with the group?”

“No,” she huffed. “Look how you’re acting.”

“I just walked into a room full of naked old women eating each other’s pussies!”

“That is quite unfortunate,” she said, wiggling her ass as she sauntered past me.

“I’ve had just about enough of your sass for one day, girl!” I barked.

She spun around, her green eyes full of moxie while she attempted to stare me down. “What are you gonna do about it?” she taunted, bracing her hands on her hips.

“Send you home to your father. You’re too immature to be in a relationship with us.”

“But then you’ll never get to fuck me,” she whispered, fiddling with the knot in her towel while she kept her eyes locked on mine. “And I know you’re dying to put your little dinky inside me.”

“My cock is anything but little, sweetheart,” I growled.

“Sure it is.”

“I guess you’ll never know.”

She released the knot, the towel falling to the floor as she tempted me with her nakedness.

Vada’s body was perfect. Full round breasts sat high on her chest, her rosy pink nipples hardening before my eyes.

Her flat belly gave way to curved hips, her bare mound meeting my mandatory requirement for impeccable grooming. She had a belly button piercing and a small Patrick tattoo on her hip.

My cock throbbed painfully against my zipper while we remained locked in a standoff.

I lost the battle, grabbing her by the hips and pinning her against the wall. She let out a hungry whimper when I lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around my waist.

“Not so little, is it?” I whispered, grinding hard between her legs.

She cried out, thrusting her pussy against my cock when I brought my mouth to her breast, drawing her taut nipple between my teeth.

“You like it rough, don’t you, you naughty vixen?”

“Yes,” she moaned, reaching for my belt buckle.

“Too bad,” I snapped, releasing her as I set her back on her feet.

“Seriously, Evan?!”

I reached down and grabbed her towel, tossing it at her before I headed for the door.