The Country Duet(28)

“‘Kay.”

That was a whole a lot easier than I thought it would be. I should’ve known he’d have everything lined up exactly his way.

I clean up a little bit with the razor then wipe his face clean with a fresh towel.

Dave stands up on his own this time. He groans out in pain, slowly walking over to the mirror and takes a long, hard look at himself. He stays quiet for long minutes.

“Damn, I’m a good-looking man.”

I wouldn’t expect anything different from Dave. The man whose body is failing him on a daily basis and has a mind like a fox is managing to find something positive in his life.

I’m not sure how I would react if I were in his situation, or if I would even find the will to live and survive. But he’s doing it. He may be a grumpy old bastard with tons of issues, controlling, demanding, the list could go on forever, but he found something positive in this tenth of a second in his life. It makes bathing him, cleaning up his feces, dumping his piss bottles, and putting up with him looking over my shoulder for the past months rewarding, watching Dave find a piece of his soul.

“You remind me of him,” he whispers.

“Who?” I ask.

“My son.”





Chapter 12


Hunter


“Our lives are entwined with the people over the footlights. We are a part of them.”

–June Carter Cash

“Crooked line.”

“Babe, not drawing balls on this page.”

“It’s a glass of water. Just two ovals will do.”

I flip Teale over, pinning her against the mattress. “Trying to tell me something?”

“Nuts are sagg-ish.”

“Need an up close?”

The sound of her giggling serenades my room. It's a welcome noise after dealing with Dave for days on end. Teale and my time has been limited. I’m slowly learning she’s my favorite vice. It’s when her palms roam up and down my chest that I find solace, even if she’s coaxing me to draw a nut sack on an innocent glass of water.

“No,” she manages between her giggles. “Seriously, it’s two ovals and not loop-dah-loop, saggy…”

Her words die off when our lips meet. Our time alone has been few and far between, but we always manage to make the best of it. Teale seems to end up in my bed a good four times a week. It doesn’t matter if we are dead asleep; it’s the contact. We take what we can get.

Our clothes begin to disappear, hands roaming, and desire igniting on contact. My fingers are tangling into the perfect shade of red. Then it happens. My fucking phone goes off.

Teale pushes up on my chest. “Get it. It might be Dave.”

Even though she’s never met him between our busy schedules, she’s as invested as me, if not more. It’s admirable. It makes me love her even more.

“Not Dave, Babe.”

“Answer it,” Teale challenges me.

“Hey.” I put the phone to my ear, pushing down into her body with the cock drawing game long gone. In fact, the Christmas gift is resting quite nicely on the floor. I thought that little bitch would be a cock blocker, again I was wrong. It doesn’t matter if I have her four days out of the week…I need her five, six, and seven days.

“Hunter! Man, where is your ass? Haven’t seen you since your twin left for home.” Loud bass fills the background followed by clatter and maybe a bit of tit sucking. “C’mon, we miss Burton. You’re like his spirit animal.”

“Been busy,” I reply. Simple is best.

A chorus of voices serenade me. “Get your ass out here.”

I swear to God there is titty slapping in the background, like true to life nipple action. Burton would nut himself if he was here. Me? I’ve got everything I need below me.

I know exactly what and where they’re talking about. The Farm House fraternity is out partying. The clink of the metal tailgates and the crunch of beer cans fill the background, accompanied with the nipple harmony.

“I’m busy…”

Before I’m able to finish my explanation, Teale rips the phone from me.

“It’s a full moon and Friday night, see you bitches in a few.” She ends the call, smirking at me.

“Bitches?” I ask.

“You were just drawing nuts on a page, so that means you are a bitch.”

“Ovals,” I correct her, then pull the sheets up over our heads.

Our bodies meld and melt together in perfect harmony until we are both left breathless.

Hot water pours down on us in a blink of an eye. My palms will never get enough of her skin. It’s like honey. Sticky, sweet, and addicting.

While drying off and dressing, I get drunk on the vision of Teale. I stare at her long, lean legs slipping into her cream skinny jeans. I’ve gladly cleared out a drawer or two for her collection of seductive clothing. And Jesus, the reward is invaluable. It doesn't even matter if I’m inside her; it’s her voice, laughter, and touch.

“Do we really have to go?” I plead and beg even though she’s fully dressed and I have a barely-there towel wrapped around my hips.

“Hunter, seems you failed at nut drawing, so I demand some entertainment. You’re so boring.” She twirls around, stopping so her perfect ass is in view, her red hair cascading over her shoulder. Fucking perfection. “I mean, is it too much to ask for a modern day cowboy?”