Sundays are for Hangovers by J.D. Hollyfield & K. Webster

Author:J.D. Hollyfield & K. Webster [Hollyfield, J.D. & Webster, K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: novel
Publisher: K Webster & J.D. Hollyfield
Published: 2018-05-21T04:00:00+00:00

“I’m going to have to stop fucking you soon, so we can get the steaks on the grill before the sun goes down.”

“Never,” I pant, still trying to catch my breath and hoping he doesn’t let me go. I’m pretty sure my legs won’t work and I’ll sink to the bottom of the pool and drown. Our day of sunbathing and swimming has turned into a sex marathon in the sun, in the pool, and on the deck. I haven’t had any need for my bathing suit, since I’ve been naked most of the day. It’s turned out to be a good thing, helping with my tan lines. Win-win.

“I can’t watch another perfectly good slab of meat go to waste. I had to throw those filets out, you know.”

“First off, I feel like what we just did with your meat was not a waste.”

His hands are on my hips, tickling me.

“Ahhh! Okay! It’s meat time!” I’m laughing, trying to push his hands off me.

He finally obeys and releases me.

“You may want to schedule a pool cleaning after today.” He laughs and climbs out of the pool.

I take in his comment, then look around at the pool water. After what we just did in here, good call. I follow suit and climb out after him.

“You know, Wonka, these steaks better be good. All this I’m a steak master talk.”

He turns and gives me that sexy smile. “They’ll be good. And you’re going to be thanking me with that sweet mouth of yours later.”

“Mmmmm, double the meat, can’t wait!”

He tries to swat me with a towel, but I’m quick and jump back.

“Speaking of sweet, let’s get some margaritas going.” I throw on my bathing suit and head into my kitchen. I dig through my pantry only to realize I must have drank all the tequila. Shocked, but then again, not, I yell for Will. “Hey, Willy, any chance you have any tequila at your place?”

“Yeah, bottom cabinet below the sink,” he replies from the deck, trying to mess with the grill.

“Cool. I’ll be right back!”

“Put some damn clothes on, though. I’m getting sick of Mr. Daniels getting a peep show.”

I laugh at his comment. Throwing on a pair of shorts, I head out the front door and next door. Will has gotten a little bit more lenient on leaving his door unlocked. One, because I convinced him we live in a very safe neighborhood. Also, so I could come in anytime I wanted to when I needed a booty call.

I head into his house, through the living room practically skipping. I walk into the kitchen and head for the sink, when I’m stopped in my tracks.

Björk.

My competition.

Will’s damn cat is sitting on the ledge of the sink, giving me her usual stink eye. If there is one thing that’s been made known it is that his cat is no fan of mine. I guess I can understand why since I took her spot on the bed, the couch, his heart. Instead of petting her, he’s petting me.

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