Until November (Until, #1)(38)
“Time for you to go, Jen,” Trevor says, cutting her off while putting on his shirt.
“What? I thought that we could hang out for a while. You know, watch a movie or something…” she says in a whine. I almost feel bad for this bitch. Then I remember that she’s a bitch and will never be more than an easy f*ck. The same thing she was to me.
“When have we ever watched a movie?” He shakes his head. “You drove out here to f*ck. I gave you what you wanted and now you need to leave.”
Shit, my brother was harsh, but then again, I never had to deal with kicking chicks out of my house. That was a lesson I learned early on. Unless you want them showing up at your house all hours of the day and night never invite them there.
“Okay. Will you walk me out?” she asks and I see my brother’s face change, and I know exactly what he’s thinking.
“Look, Jen. You and I know this will never be anything more,” Trevor says softly. I see her face go hard.
“You’re a f*cking joke,” she says, poking him in the chest. “I had to fake it every time we were together,” she yells, her voice getting louder.
“That’s why you kept coming back? Look, I don’t have time for this shit. Now get the f*ck out of my house and don’t come back.” I watch as my brother crosses his arms over his chest and glares down at her. Then, she turns and looks at me, and I know I'm next on her tirade.
“I hope you know that your bitch is going to find out the way you guys treat women,” she says, glaring at me. “And when she leaves your ass, I will be there cheering her on.”
“She knows how I treat bitches, and trust me, Jen, you were one of the biggest. Now, I suggest you get the f*ck out of here like Trevor asked you to, or I will call the sheriff and have you removed.” I watch her stomp to the counter and grab her bag, and hear her stomp down the hall. Then I hear the door slam.
“Jesus, she’s a pain in the ass,” Trevor says as he scrubs his hands down his face. “You do know that the women in town are in a f*cking tizzy because of your ass, right?” he asks and I raise my eyebrow at him. “Seriously, they think that now that you’ve settled down, we’re all going to follow in your footsteps and start handing out rings. I'm mean, if I had a November of my own, I might consider it, but there’s only one of her and I don’t see you being done with her anytime soon, so that doesn’t give me much hope.”
“I'm never going to be done with her. And if by some chance this shit doesn’t work out, she’s off limits,” I say, being one hundred percent serious. I have never cared if my brothers went after a chick I f*cked. But if one of them even thought about getting with November, I would kill them, brother or not.
“I f*cking knew it.” He clapped his hands. “So the Mayson curse is real. Fall in love on sight and all that bullshit.” I wanted to laugh. From the time I was young, my father and grandfather told me and my brothers that we were cursed. They said that we would only find one love. When we met the woman who was ours, it would be like an explosion. Nothing else would matter but her. We all thought it was bullshit. Now I wasn’t so sure.
“The moment I met her, I knew that she was the one, as cheesy as that shit sounds,” I say, taking a slug from my beer.
“Wow,” Trevor says, looking stunned. “I don’t blame you, man. She’s f*cking hot and funny.” There were a lot of things that November was. Hot and funny were only a couple. She was also a good person and that was hard to find in a woman these days.
“So, are you ready to get this shit done, or did you call me out here to gossip with you?” I ask, done talking about her. Part of me wished I was the only person who knew her. I didn’t want to share her with anyone.
“Let me get my boots and we can go. The truck is in the garage. It shouldn’t take long to pull the engine.”
I take a swig of my beer and watch my brother leave the room. I couldn’t wait for this day to be over.
Chapter 6
I wake to a ringing off in distance. I know it’s the alarm. I'm silently praying that Asher turns it off before I'm so awake that I can’t fall back asleep. I cuddle deeper. He’s pressed into my back. His arm leaves my waist, and finally, beautiful silence. His arm comes back around me, pulling me even deeper under him, and I feel his breath on the back on my neck.
The goosebumps he’s causing are bringing me to the surface of consciousness. It’s Monday, the day after shopping with his mom. I got back to his house at around eleven. He and Beast were waiting out on the porch for me when we pulled up. He kissed his mom then helped me carry all my new stuff into the house, where he threw them into his closet. Yes, threw, not set them down nicely. He swung his arm back and threw them through the open closet door. When he turned around, I could tell that he missed me as much as I missed him.
The next thing I knew, my clothes were gone. He picked me up, threw me onto the bed, and made slow love to me. It was so beautiful that it brought tears to my eyes. I was glad that the darkness hid them from him. Afterwards, he pulled me close and dragged the blanket over us. I had my head in the crook of his arm and his fingers were at my hip.
We both talked about our day. He told me that he helped Trevor pull an engine from a truck he was rebuilding. I never knew that you could pull an engine from a car, or truck, for that matter, and I really had no idea why you would ever do that. Our conversation went something like this: