I wanted something real.
I wanted to be away from those people, if nothing else. The grabbers. The hanger ons. Everyone had a hand out. Everyone wanted something.
Even if it was just a ride on my cock, I was tired of it.
Too bad I’d had about three real friends in my life. And all of them from the South End of Boston where I’d grown up.
But they weren’t exactly available for buddy time. They all had families of their own now.
Not like me, who still hadn’t grown up.
Maybe I could tempt them down east with a little beach time at some point. All kids loved the beach, right? And I knew my buddies loved beer. I made sure to send them each a case from every country I toured in.
I’d found some delicious ginger beer in Japan with an owl on the top. A fucking owl. I tried to find the most outrageous names and flavors I could, plus some of the best. But mostly, the over the top ones.
That always gave them a laugh.
I’d already worked out at the gym today. I belonged to a very private facility in South Hampton, near where I was staying while they finished up the house.
That's about all I did really. Worked out, slept, watched TV. Had a few drinks.
It was heavenly.
Lonely as hell, but heavenly.
But soon. Very soon, I would be moving in. Next week actually. Then I could start over. Get settled. Create a home base.
Maybe even meet someone worth introducing the the southie crew.
I stared out the windows over the beach. I’d just met with the designer to approve the last of the plans. Everything was permitted, it was more about finishes now. Now I could just relax, check out the progress.
Take in the scenery.
Speaking of which… hello.
My eyes got wide as a gorgeous girl jogged by.
A really, really gorgeous girl with curves that wouldn’t quit, a golden retriever and what looked like- yes- it was an ancient looking Ramones t-shirt.
And Chuck Taylor's.
Who the hell ran in Chucks?
Not to mention, the girl was bouncing out right out of her sports bra. I whistled to myself in appreciation. The girl was jiggling in all the right places.
Not just a little bit either.
I grinned. I just had to meet this girl. She had already run past the house. She had to come back this way didn't she?
I grabbed a bottle of water and strolled outside to casually 'bump into' her.
I watched her juicy bottom bounce out of view.
It was fine.
I could wait.
Chapter 3
Jenny
"Those are terrible for your arches you know."
I looked back over my shoulder. I’d been stretching my hamstrings when someone came up behind me.
I glared over my shoulder at the annoying stranger.
The very, very good looking stranger.
I stared at him. He had a chiseled face, wavy brown hair and a body that looked like it was straight out of a mens magazine.
Devastatingly handsome, really.
There was something familiar about him…
And smug.
My hackles started to rise.
I hated smug.
"What?"
"Your sneakers. They are terrible for your feet."
I glanced down at my shoes and then over at his.
He wore leather boots, expensive looking jeans, a soft black t-shirt and a leather jacket. And aviators.
So I couldn't see his eyes to see if he was being a prick or not.
I shrugged defensively.
"I tend to just use what I've got."
"Ah, so not a mindless consumer."
I stared at him, surprised.
"Yeah, exactly."
"I'm Slade."
He reached out his hand. His very large, tan hand. I took it, not really having another choice in the matter.
"Jenny."
He held my hand for a beat too long. He smiled at me warmly, finally releasing my hand.
"And who is this?"
He knelt down and shook paws with Basil. Basil responded by giving a loud yip and trying to lick Slade's face. I frowned. Basil didn't usually do that. He was usually as standoffish as I was.
Basil and I did not like strangers.
Maybe he liked the smell of money. It was practically wafting off the guy. Douchery squared.
Slade stood up again. I couldn't help but notice how fit he was. His shoulders were enormous, his stomach flat, and those legs… well, he looked a bit like a soccer player.
He probably had a great ass.
Not that it mattered. I had other things to worry about after all. Like an order of cookies for a birthday party, to be delivered later today.
“I have to get going. Come on, Basil.”
“It was nice meeting you Jenny.”
I gave him a half hearted wave and Basil whined, clearly not finished mauling the man.
I had to tug the stupid dog away with his leash.
He gave me a doleful look as I opened the front door. I just shook my head.
“Traitor.”
But I gave him a treat anyway.
Then I washed up and got to work.
Chapter 4
Slade