A Little Bit of Trouble (17 page)

     “He’s a carpenter,” Loryn responds quickly.

     I frown, “I used to be a carpenter.”

     “You’re out of work?”

     I shake my head, “No. I work alongside my brother. He owns Johnson’s Pharmaceutical Company.”

     “So that explains the expensive car. How did you and Loryn meet?”

     “I brought clothes in before the store got trashed,” Loryn’s hand squeezes my thigh tighter and tighter. She’s clearly trying to tell me something. “My sister in law buys a lot of clothes and never even wears them.”

     “Oh, who’s your sister in law?”

     Loryn shakes her head.

     “I can see you shaking your head Loryn,” Harriet chastises. “What’s the big deal? Can’t I ask my daughter’s boyfriend questions?”

     I respond anyway, “My sister in law is Maya Johnson.”

     “I’ve heard of her, the one with the violet eyes.”

     “Yep.”

    
Her mom definitely has some kind of hidden agenda, we sit to lunch and Loryn falls deeper and deeper into a bad mood. Why would her mother come all the way from Florida to check on a store? Her questions are quite personal too, I don’t tell her anything though.

    
“So sweetie, I was wondering if I could stay a while.”

     Loryn laughs and shakes her head, “He’s left you hasn’t he!”

     “It’s temporary, he’ll come crawling back. So, I need a place to stay.”

     “I haven’t got room,” Loryn bites out, Harriet glances at me. “Don’t look at him… he hasn’t got room either.”

      Ah shit… stay quiet Lucas.

     “It’s only for a few weeks, just until I get myself established.” Harriet seems a little embarrassed by her situation. “Please.”

     “You could always come and stay at mine Loryn,” I suggest with a shrug. “Let your mom have the apartment for a couple of weeks.” Harriet beams at me and then her face falls when I add. “On one condition.”

     “Go on.”

     “You sign over your rights to the shop so Loryn can live her dream,” if there’s one thing I’ve learned about business deals, it is never break eye contact with the person you’re dealing with. “It seems fair. Seeing as you won’t be sticking around anyway. This way you know your daughter will have security.”

    
“Is that what you want Loryn?” her mother falters, her eyes sad. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

     “Because you’d have said no.” Loryn scoffs in disbelief.

     Harriet turns to me, “I’ll do it. It’s in both of our names anyway. Her gramps left it to the both of us.”

     Mission accomplished.

Fly My Pretty!

     Loryn seems to warm to her mom a little more which is good. Harriet even
comes with us to pick up Amelia who as always, charms the pants off her.

     “Can we go back and pack some of my things?” Loryn asks, we didn’t have time to go back to hers after lunch. “I need to pick up Velcro too.” She gives me a smug smile. No way in hell is that fucking cat coming with her. “Mom’s allergic.” Shit.

     “Would you like to join us for dinner at my brothers later?” I ask Harriet.

     “No, no, I wouldn’t want to intrude.” She waves me off.

     I laugh once, “You won’t be, I promise.”

     “Well, if you insist.”

     We manage to
get the cat in a cat carrier after half an hour of chasing him around Loryn’s tiny apartment. Well, she chased, I screamed and hid in the bathroom. It’s a ridiculous phobia, and I feel like such a pussy, no pun intended.

   
She grabs what few bits she has and piles them neatly into a large backpack before we head to mine.

    
I wait for her to set up the cat’s food, and litter tray in the hall of my apartment. Gross. Then she lets him out, he makes himself immediately at home on my bed. That’s just great.

     “He better not give me fleas,” I grumble and send Amelia to get read
y. “Go put your stuff away, I need a shave.” Loryn heads into my room. “Make yourself at home Harriet.”

     “Such a sweet boy,” she pats me on the cheek and heads straight to the kitchen. “I’ll make coffee.”

     “Sounds great.”

     Loryn is already stripped down to her underwear when I enter my bedroom. Fuck. My dick hardens like it always does when I see even an inch of her skin. “Are you sure you don’t mind me staying?”

     I pull my shirt over my head and drop it on the floor. My hands instantly find her hips and slide up her smooth skin to her waist. My lips suck on the sensitive skin behind her ear. She groans and pushes my hands away, or attempts to.

     “My mom is out there.”

     “I’ll be quick,” I whisper and press my chest against her back.

     “Lucas,” she giggles and glances at the door as I slowly pull her panties down to her ankles. Then I release her bra and cup her firm breasts before sliding it down her shoulders. “Stop. My mom.
Amelia. Are right out there.”

     With one hand I free my pants and push them down my hips before stepping out of them. My fingers go straight to her wet folds as my rock hard length slips in between her fucking amazing globes. She sighs but pushes my hand away again.

     “This is so wrong, will you stop?” she takes a step forward, I pull her back into my body and lift one of her legs. “Lucas!” I place her foot on the bed and line myself up with her entrance. “Oh god, that feels…”

     “Shhh,” I breathe into
her ear and suck on the lobe as I rub the head of my dick against her clit before placing it back at her entrance. “Ready?” She nods, I thrust and yes… I’m in. My hand goes over her mouth to silence her cries, my other wraps around her, just under her breasts, holding her body as tight to mine as physically possible as I move in and out. Fuck this is a great position, a little awkward but amazing non-the-less. Her teeth bite into my hand, I drive in harder, faster, and deeper.

     “Say my name baby,” I whisper in her ear and slam into her three
more times. “Say it. Tell me to fuck you.” I’m so close. She shakes her head, I slow my pace. “Say the words baby. I want to hear you.”

     “Lucas
, fuck me,” it’s muffled by my hand but I hear it, and all hope is lost.

     “Baby, I need you to come now.”

     Her legs tremble, her teeth bite down hard on my palm, she screams silently and her breathing quickens. My dick swells and my balls tighten. I’m gone, with her. We collapse onto the bed.

I will never, ever, get enough of this fucking woman. “Shower time.”

     I enter James’ apartment, and hear
a man screaming. James is screaming to be exact. “YOU CRAZY FUCKING BITCH!” Uh-oh.

    
Harriet instantly covers Amelia’s ears.

     “Ah shit,” I sigh as James enters the hall thinking we’re Maya. I burst out laughing, he’s covered in syrup. That’s definitely syrup or caramel. It stinks of sweet, if that’s even a scent, well it is now because I just named it. “What happened?”

     He points to a bucket on the ground, “Fucking bitch dumped syrup on my head.”

     I look at the string attached to the bucket resting limply on the ground. She must have set it up on some sort of trigger so it would tip when he walked under it.

     Suddenly a door opens to the left of James and all we hear is, “FLY MY PRETTY!” And there’s a poof of white.

     Oh my god. I cackle, I laugh, and I cackle laugh so damn hard. Maya winks at us all before running. Standing before us is a syrup and feather covered James.

    
He starts spitting them out of his mouth and growling like an animal. Loryn is howling beside me, Harriet is laughing with Amelia and I’m crying from laughing so hard, I have to bend over to try and catch my breath.

     “You crazy bitch!” James snarls and looks at me. “Stop fucking laughing. It only makes her worse.” As if she’s some sort of toddler.

     I watch as Loryn takes pictures.

     “Hey James,” I say between gasps.

     “What?”

     “Will you do the chicken dance for me?” I start howling again, Loryn is now filming him. He turns towards me, his face, hair, shoulders, chest and his back completely covered in feathers. I see his eyes narrow. Ah shit. “Brother, I’m kidding. I swear.” Yeah, I’m fucked. I run into the room and jump over the sofa, James follows and slams me to the ground. “You crazy bastard. Get off me!”

     We roll around on the floor, I push his face away with my hand
s as he rubs the sticky feathers all over my face with his shoulder. Laughter fills the room but I’m too busy fighting to pay attention to whom is here. I manage to scramble to my feet before James has me tackled again, fuck he’s strong. Kicking out with my left leg, I manage to get him to loosen his grip, I grab a sofa pillow and smash him round the head with it and then again when we stand. He flies backwards over the coffee table, ouch, and throws a shoe at me. I duck, it misses and hits the wall behind with a thud. Then he charges me, I grab his leg so he has to hop on one foot and tip him onto the floor. He falls onto his stomach, I pull his leg up and wrap my fingers in his hair, I’m unsure how he does it but the slick bastard squirms and elbows me in the gut.

     SPLASH!

     “WHEN YOU HAVE FINISHED!” Uh-oh, that’s Sylvia. James and I stay in our positions on the ground, I have my hand in his hair pulling his head back, and James’ elbow is still digging into my gut. I suspect we both look like frightened teens caught fighting by their mom… except we are covered in feathers, syrup and now wet to the fucking bone. “You can both clean up this mess!” She hands the bucket to Amelia to take into the kitchen.

     “He started it!” we both point at each other then look at each other. A silent conversation passes between us. We both say
through clenched teeth, “Maya.”

     “Eep,” is all we hear Maya say before she runs into the bathroom and locks the door.
Crazy bitch.

     Three hours later the sofa and room is back to normal, James and I are no longer sticky and covered in feathers, there aren’t any feathers left all over the place and Maya is in the kitchen cooking with Sylvia and getting acquainted with Harriet. This group just keeps getting bigger and bigger.

And crazier
.

     I slide onto the sofa and pull Loryn onto my lap, she giggles and tries to move away. No way in hell.

  
James looks over at us and smiles a little, accompanied by an eye roll. He goes back to playing with Evelyn who is on his lap. She was with Sylvia during the whole ‘Fly my pretty,’ incident, fortunately. Loryn has sent the pictures of James, via text message and apparently uploaded the video of us fighting to her Facebook account. Fucking great.

   
I’ve already had three texts, off Marie, Jacob and Summer all telling me I squeal like a little bitch and fight like a girl. Well excuse me for not wanting to injure my brother!

     “Your family is crazy,” Loryn whispers in my ear, she’s managed to find another white feather and is touching it gently with her fingertips. Now she’s stroking it against my arm. That tickles. “They’re awesome though.”

     “Welcome to my life,” I nibble on her neck and bite her ear. She squeals and pushes me away so I press my lips to hers.

     “Guys, really?” James sighs with a quirked brow.

     “Give it five minutes, he’ll be the same with Maya when she comes through,” I whisper against Loryn’s lips, making no move to leave her alone. “I get you again tonight.”

     “Seriously? I’m going to need a break, I’m already sore.”

     Dammit.

     She laughs and bites my pouting lower lip, “Stop sulking.”

     “How’s the construction coming along Loryn?” James asks and the conversation shifts to things other than sex. That sucks.

     “It’s great,” she gets an excited twinkle in her eye. “Just waiting for everything to fall into place.”

     “You studied hair and beauty right?”

     “Yeah, she’s doing my hair for me aren’t you Loz?” Marie’s here. When did she get here?

     Loryn cringes, “I told you I hate that name.”

     “Details,” Marie waves her off. “James looks like he needs a haircut!”

     Loryn looks at James who starts looking around for an exit, he does need a haircut. This is true. His hair is at least four inches long.

    
“I’ll come do it for you if you want James? I can bring my stuff tomorrow.” Loryn suggests. “Maybe give it a bit of color as well.”

     “What’s wrong with my color?”

     “Nothing, I swear, just a suggestion.”

     “Can you do my hair?” Maya shouts from the kitchen.

     “Only if you agree to make pancakes!” Loryn shouts back on a laugh.

     “Sweet, that’s a done deal.”

     Marie claps her hands and rubs them together, “Perfect, I’ll come with. Pick me up on the way Lucas. That loaner car is driving me fucking nuts.”

    
“Loaner car?” James asks and Maya appears in the doorway. “Where’s your car?”

     “Uh-oh,” I snort and Marie scowls at me.

     “Lucas rear ended it,” she lies. What? “I did not!”

     “Loryn was there!”
she adds to her lie.

     James frowns at me, “How’d you manage that?”

     “He was texting whilst parking and smashed into Marie’s car when his foot slipped on the gas.” Loryn says with ease. What the fuck?

     “But your car is fine,” Maya says to me clearly not buying the lie. “I’ve already been notified Marie. It was smashed by a crazy lady with a crowbar. The car was still in my name. They had to call me to confirm whether or not I wanted it trashed.”

     “Ah shit…” Marie starts cackling and high fives Loryn. “Worth a shot though right?”

     “I dislike you both.”
I grumble.

     “Lucas is scared of cats,” Loryn says suddenly and everyone looks at me.

     Maya’s mouth falls open, “You’re scared of Velcro?”

     “Wait, when have you met Velcro?” I frown.

     “Velcro is ace,” Marie chips in. When the fuck did she meet Velcro?

     “Yeah, he’s a cute cat,” James shrugs. When the fuck did he meet Velcro?

     Loryn laughs out loud, “He freaked out, dove over the couch in my apartment and stayed there until I hid the cat in the bathroom. Then he fell down the stairs in his attempt to escape the demon with claws.” She flicks my nose. “It was awesome. Now Velcro uses his leg as a scratch pole whenever he walks in the room.”

     “It’s an evil cat.”

     “I love Velcro,” Amelia grins and sits beside us. What’s with all of the Velcro loving? Christ. “Can we get a cat daddy?”

     “For dinner?” I suggest and Loryn slaps my chest as Amelia scowls at me. “What?”

     “You’re an idiot.”

     “A loveable idiot.”

     “That too,” she smirks and kisses my nose. I’m pretty sure that’s my thing that I do to her.

     Maya leans on the back of the couch, right by my head. I look up at her, only to find her smiling down at me. “You know?” she begins. “I never thought I’d see the day.”