Chapter 25: Chapter 25

EVAN

“Turn out the lights,” I groaned, burying my head under the pillow.

“They’re not on,” Jake mumbled with a heavy sigh.

“Why is it so fucking bright in here?”

“We never closed the blinds,” Garrett muttered from somewhere.

“Close them!”

“No way. I’m not moving.”

“Why?!”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“Jake, will you close the blinds, please?” I begged. “My head is pounding, and the light is just making it worse.”

“You two are the biggest fucking pussies,” he snapped, the bed shifting when he got up.

My gut churned, the shit taste in my dry mouth adding to my misery. “Water,” I moaned. “I need water.”

“I’m not your fucking nurse,” Jake barked. “It’s not my fault you two asshats can’t handle your liquor.”

“Where’s Vada?”

“I don’t know. But she’s not your nurse either.”

“She’s our woman. It’s her job to take care of us.”

“You might want to lower your voice,” he suggested. “I have a feeling she might not take too kindly to that statement.”

“Can you please get me some water, Jake? And find her. What if she ran away?”

“Why would she run away?” Garrett asked.

“Because we embarrassed her.”

“No, we didn’t,” Jake sighed.

I peeked out from under my pillow to see if he was going to get my water, his bare ass cheek entering my field of vision.

“Jake?” I called out, blinking as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.

“Yeah?”

“When did you get a tattoo on your ass?”

“Last night.”

Snippets of the night before floated around in my alcohol-soaked brain. Vada sucked us off. Then she gave us her homemade gummies. The rest of the night was a bit of a blur.

My pain receptors started to wake up as I became aware of the burning in my ass. I reached behind me and found a bandage stuck to my right cheek.

“Jake!”

He paused with his hand on the doorknob. “Yes?”

“Please tell me I didn’t get a tattoo on my ass!”

“I’d be lying.”

I bolted from the bed, my stomach and head protesting violently. Jake and Garrett watched with amusement while I attempted to look over my shoulder at my ass.

“Yours is the same as mine,” Jake informed me.

“And mine,” Garrett chimed in, rolling over and yanking the sheet down to bare his ass.

I stared at the familiar snake on his cheek. “Is that the same snake Vada has between her legs?”

“Yep,” Garrett said. “We all got matching African hairy bush vipers on our asses.”

“There’s no way I would have agreed to that, no matter how drunk I was,” I said.

“I think the tattoo on your ass suggests otherwise,” Jake chuckled.

“How can you laugh about this?”

“I have lots of tattoos,” he said, with a shrug.

“I don’t!”

“Relax, Ev,” Garrett sighed. “It’s not that big.”

“What if we get hepatitis?”

“We went to a reputable place,” Jake said.

“What’s wrong?” Vada asked, appearing in the doorway in my shirt.

“Evan doesn’t remember getting a tattoo.”

“Really?” she laughed. “How is that possible?”

“I remember now,” I said, gritting my teeth. “It hurt like hell.”

“Yeah,” Jake said. “You cried. Do you remember that?”

“I did ~not~ cry.”

“I videoed it,” Vada informed me.

“Delete that,” I ordered.

“No way.”

“Did ~you~ get a tattoo?” I asked.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I was gonna get a kitty face on my pussy, just green eyes and a little black nose and whiskers, but the guy said I wouldn’t be able to have sex for at least a week.

“I told him I couldn’t do that while I was on a road trip with three guys.”

“You told the tattoo artist you were fucking all of us?”

“No, Evan,” she said sweetly. “~You~ told him.”

“I did not.”

“Yeah, you did,” Jake and Garrett chimed.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you were hammered,” Vada laughed. “You told anyone who would listen that you were fucking me.”

“You guys are full of shit.”

“Here,” Jake said, tossing me a bottle of water.

I twisted the cap off, downing half the bottle in one chug. The cold water soothed my throat, but did nothing for my anxiety.

“I don’t want a tattoo on my ass,” I whispered, reality sinking in when my brain began to rehydrate. “It’s permanent. I’m stuck with it. There’s no way to get rid of it.”

“What can I do to make you feel better?” Vada whispered as she slowly unbuttoned my shirt, her beautiful breasts spilling out.

“Uh,” I stuttered, my dick rising to attention. “I’m not clean. I need to brush my teeth first. And shower.”

“Lay down,” she ordered, sliding the shirt off her shoulders.

I lowered myself to the bed, my cock pointing at the ceiling while I watched her crawl up the bed. She licked up my rigid shaft, her hand massaging my balls when she took me into her mouth.

I reached for her, my tattoo long forgotten when she sucked me deep into her throat.

“Your mouth feels amazing,” I moaned.

She lifted her head, her green eyes slaying me. I was so gone for this girl. I had a snake tattoo on my ass, and I didn’t care.

~Liar.~

Fine. Maybe I cared ~a little bit~. But I couldn’t stay angry with this beautiful woman. Especially not when she was sucking my cock.

“Feel better?” she asked in a husky whisper.

I nodded my head.

“I’m really upset too,” Garrett claimed, moving over next to Evan.

“Me too,” Jake said, climbing in on the other side.

“You are not!”

“Me first,” I said.

“Where do you wanna cum?” she asked.

“In your pussy,” I rasped without a second of hesitation.

She straddled my lap, lowering her warm wet pussy onto my waiting cock while she gazed deep into my eyes. I brought my hands to her hips, waiting patiently while she worked my length inside her.

“Look down,” I whispered.

She glanced down where our bodies were joined together, biting her lower lip before she peeked at me through her long hair hanging over her face.

I thrust upward, her hips coming down to meet me as we started fucking. She leaned forward, her nipple finding its way into my waiting mouth.

When I felt the pressure building in my balls, I reached between her legs and rubbed her clit roughly, bringing her to orgasm before I unloaded inside her.

She climbed off of my cock and jumped over to Jake with my jizz leaking down her thigh. But he didn’t care. That was part of the deal when you agreed to share a woman.

It was a new experience. Vada was the only woman we’d ever been inside bare. But surprisingly, it didn’t bother me.

I watched Jake’s massive cock disappear inside her, a strangled yelp escaping her throat when he stretched her.

Jake’s dick was bigger than mine. Longer and girthier. But I’d never conceded that victory to him. And I never would.

Their flesh slapped together, his hands holding firmly to her hips while she bounced up and down on his cock. I pushed away a twinge of jealousy when she came from penetration alone.

His cock was long enough to reach her cervix with her on top. That was an amazing feat. He came with a loud grunt, his cum gushing out when she climbed off of him.

She crawled back over me, dripping semen across my belly before she mounted Garrett.

“It’s getting pretty cummy in this bed,” I said, wiping off my belly and cock with the edge of the sheet.

“Cummy?” Vada panted while Garrett pounded her. “That’s not a word.”

“Do you think that shower is big enough for all four of us?” Jake wondered.

“Definitely,” I said.

***

“How much stuff did you buy?” I griped as I rearranged our luggage and car-part totes around the back of the van.

“I told you we had limited space, Vada. That’s why you were only permitted to bring one suitcase. But you bought enough clothes yesterday to easily fill another one.

“And that toy is ridiculous. It takes up way too much room.”

“Get your hands off Patrick!” she hissed, rescuing the stupid thing before I tossed it across the parking lot.

“Thank you again, Garrett, for winning her that,” I said, shaking my head.

“And we stayed in a hotel that was attached to a mall with four hundred stores, Evan,” Vada snorted. “Clearly, you don’t know much about women.”

“Did you really need cowboy boots and a cowboy hat?”

“Will I have another opportunity to go shopping in Houston?”

“Not on this trip.”

“If I marry you guys, I’ll never get to visit Texas again.”

“Why not?”

“Is there a Disney World in Texas?”

“No,” I said slowly.

“Well, with the small army you’re planning to produce, I’ll be pregnant for the next ten years. And when you have kids, you go to Disney and shit. Not shopping at fancy malls.”

“Just because you have kids doesn’t mean you stop living,” Jake said.

“Yeah right,” she muttered.

“Weren’t you supposed to be supervising her, Jake?” I asked.

“I ~accompanied~ her, Evan,” he said. “She’s a grown woman. I can’t control her.”

“You paid for all this stuff!”

“Yeah, so?”

“She gave you a blow job!” Garrett yelled, drawing an angry scowl from the woman next to us trying to herd a bunch of kids into an SUV.

“I may have gone into the fitting room,” Jake chuckled. “But I earned it! While you two babies slept off your hangover, I drove five hours and then spent three hours in a mall.”

“No more shopping, Vada,” I ordered. “We need the space for the car parts.”

“Whatever,” she snorted, wandering to the passenger door. “I’m riding shotgun again.”

“You rode up there all the way from New Orleans,” I said.

“Holy fuck, Evan,” she snapped. “What crawled up your ass today? Do you have your period or something?”

“That was a low blow, Vada.”

“We had a huge discussion about periods on the yacht. I thought you were over your phobia.”

“You don’t just ~get over~ a phobia,” I said.

“All right,” Garrett said, clapping his hands. “You kids stop fighting. Vada is in the front with me.”

She stuck her tongue out at me before she climbed into the van.

“Very mature, Vada.”

“We never got to do karaoke in New Orleans,” she whined while we sat in Houston traffic. “I was really looking forward to that.”

“Why did you drag us to a strip club and a tattoo parlor then?” I asked.

“I didn’t ~drag~ you anywhere.”

“Enough!” Jake snapped. “Quit the bickering.”

“We’ll do karaoke in Vegas,” Garrett promised, reaching across the seat to rub Vada’s thigh. “I promise.”

“You’re a sweetheart, Garrett,” she said.

***

“Are we there yet?” Vada moaned.

“Almost, babe,” Garrett replied.

“Where the fuck are we going? Mexico?”

“No,” he laughed. “Why would you think that?”

“Because I keep seeing signs for Mexico,” she sighed.

“The ranch we’re visiting is on the border of Mexico,” Jake explained.

“Why would somebody wanna live on the Mexican border?”

“They probably bought the property long before the migrant crisis,” I said. “And now they can’t sell, because nobody is going to buy that headache.”

“Why are there so many Mexicans trying to come here illegally?”

“It’s not just Mexicans. There are Haitian migrants and other nationalities that want to come to America.”

“Oh, wow,” Vada gasped when we drove under the archway welcoming us to the ~Odynskey-Fartwell Ranch~. “This place is massive. Look at all the buildings. And it’s so flat.”

“~Fartwell~?” Garrett chuckled. “If that was my last name, I would drop it. Just stick with Odynskey.”

“I’m guessing those are the Fartwell sisters,” Jake deduced when three blonde giants emerged from the main house.

“I wouldn’t want to meet them in a dark alley,” Vada said.

“No,” I agreed. “They don’t look like women you’d want to mess with.”

“They’re carrying rifles on their backs!” Jake exclaimed.

“I say we turn around and hightail it out of here,” Garrett suggested.

“No,” I said. “We drove a long way to get here.”

“And they have a barn full of old cars,” Jake added. “I’m sure they’re harmless.”

“Good afternoon,” one of them called out as we emerged from the van. “Y’all here to look at the cars, I presume?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said. “I’m Evan. These are my partners, Jake, Garrett, and Vada.”

“I’m Beth,” she said, tipping her cowboy hat.

“Bev,” the second one said.

“Barb,” the third one barked.

“The cars are in the barn,” Beth said. “Y’all can follow me in your van.”

***

“Holy shit,” Jake gasped when we entered the large barn.

“Where did you get all these cars?” I asked skeptically. “If they’re stolen, we’re not interested.”

“They’re not stolen,” Beth snapped.

“You watch your mouth, boy.”

“My apologies, ma’am,” I offered to the older woman who accompanied Beth in the truck. “How many sisters do you guys have?”

“I’m the mother,” she bit out. “Don’t think y’all can start buttering me up with fake compliments to get a better deal.”

“Relax, Ma,” Beth said. “You know you look young for your age.”

“You really do,” Garrett agreed.

“Thank you, sweetie,” she drawled, eyeing up Garrett like a mountain lion about to pounce on an unsuspecting doe in the woods. “What’s your name?”

“Garrett.”

“I’m Bonnie,” she whispered, reaching out to pinch his ass. “I sleep in the bedroom right at the top of the stairs. If you’re lonely later tonight, that’s where I’ll be.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Garrett chuckled.

“Behave, Ma!” Beth bellowed, her deep voice booming through the barn. “These fellas are here to buy car parts, not fuck your withered-up old bird.”

“You watch your mouth, Bethany.”

I cleared my throat, glancing over at Jake and Vada. They were already busy looking under the hood of a rusted-out old Ford truck.

“How did you come to own such a large collection?” I inquired.

“My daddy liked cars,” Beth replied. “And so did all three of my husbands. And all my sister’s husbands.”

“And mine,” Bonnie said. “I’ve been married four times.”

“I see,” I said, scratching the back of my head. “Are all these husbands okay with having their cars stripped down for parts?”

“They’re all dead,” Beth said, her steely blue eyes and cold tone causing my balls to retreat into my body.

“Okay then. Uh, I guess we’ll get to work.”

“Y’all can sleep in the bunkhouse next door. Bev made it up for you. They’re all single bunks.”

She glanced curiously at Vada. “If she doesn’t feel comfortable rooming with you fellas, she’s welcome to sleep in one of the guest rooms in the main house.”

“She’ll be just fine with us,” I said.

“Why don’t we go to my office and discuss monetary matters, and let your mechanics do their thing?” she suggested, glancing at my crotch.

“Uh, sure. Garrett, why don’t you join us?”

***

“How can it be so hot in the middle of the night?” I grumbled, wiping the sweat from my brow.

“It’s summer in Texas,” Garrett stated.

“Thanks, Einstein.”

“What crawled up your ass?” he muttered as we loaded parts into the two large totes we brought from the van.

“This place gives me the heebie-jeebies.”

“The owners are kind of scary,” Vada said.

“Beth has a thing for Evan,” Garrett said.

“And Ma wants to jump your bones,” I retorted.

“What happened when you guys went up to their office?” Jake asked.

“Well,” I said. “Let’s see. Ma tricked Garrett into going to her sewing room.

“And Beth asked me how big my dick was, because she has a very large vagina and requires her sexual partners to be well-endowed. She actually asked for measurements.”

“She did not!” Vada laughed.

“I can’t make this shit up.”

“What happened in the sewing room?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Garrett mumbled.

“I think we’ve got everything we want out of here,” Jake said. “It’s too fucking hot. We’ve been at this for hours. I’ve had enough.”

“Garret and I will load these totes in the van, then,” I said. “Looks like we got a pretty good haul.”

“Is the bunkhouse air-conditioned?” Garrett asked as we walked across the yard.

“Nope.”

“Fuck.”

“I know Florida is hot, but Texas is brutal. It’s two in the morning, and it feels like we’re in a sauna. I’m tempted to just hit the road right now, but I’m too tired to drive.”

“Me too.”

I leaned against the bumper, downing a bottle of water while I stared up at the sky. “Do you think she’s gonna marry us?”

“I’m not sure,” he sighed. “She’s hard to read. Sometimes she says things that make me think she’s considering it, but then other times not so much.”

“What if she says no?”

“Then I guess we have to accept that and move on, Ev.”

“She’s the one. We can’t let her get away.”

“I know. But we can’t force her to marry us.”

“She’s gonna be furious with us, Garrett.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it.”

“We should’ve been up-front with her,” I said, tossing my empty water bottle into the recycling bin we kept in the back of the van.

“Then she never would’ve left Miami.”

“Yeah.”

The still night air crackled with a series of loud pops, the sonic boom of a rifle drowning out the crickets before it echoed into silence.

“Did that come from the barn?” Garrett whispered in a shaky voice.

“It sure sounded like it,” I said quietly, a sickening wave of terror churning in my gut.