believe it.
“He was asking old man Brooks what his hardware store charged for U-Haul trucks, Mags,” he says quietly, and it’s such a simple sentence to deliver the huge blow that it does.
“A U-Haul? What on earth for?” I ask, surprised I can get the words out.
“He’s decided he’s going to leave my old team, Mags.”
“But he loves that job,” I murmur, not believing it.
“Yeah, I know. That’s what floored me,” Green responds and I can still hear the disbelief in his voice. He would feel that way, too, since he’s the one that gave Bryant a recommendation and helped Bryant snag a lucrative deal. It was rough at first because he wasn’t around some weekends when Terry needed him, but luckily, my job allows me to be home anytime Terry is. Bryant never neglected Terry, though. As screwed up as our relationship seems from the outside, we’ve always put our son first and been good to one another.
“I don’t understand,” I mutter, because we’ve always worked together on decisions that would affect our son. Bryant quitting his job would definitely do that.
“He accepted a head trainer position in Washington, Mags,” Green says, his voice going softer.
“Washington? Like the state?” I ask, completely stunned.
“Yeah, he told me that he’s leaving in two weeks. The team already found him a house.”
“How could he make this kind of decision without talking to me? Terry will be devastated,” I whisper, my throat feeling as if it is swollen, irritated and scratchy.
“How are you feeling about it?” Green asks, and I look up at him. I want to tell him I’ll be fine, but he already knows the truth. I see it on his face. I give him a semi-smile, all but plastering it on my face.
“I’m peachy,” I tell him, and suddenly, that doughnut that I wanted so much has soured in my stomach.
“Why don’t I believe you?” Green asks.
“No idea,” I lie. “I better get going. I want to go by the school and check my messages. Then, I wanted to go by the store and get a few things for the house,” I add—totally lying. I keep talking, but the entire time I’m walking to the sink to put my glass in, I refuse to look at my brother. I’m actually annoyed at the fact my brother is here. I feel like my whole world has been rocked on its axis, and I need to be alone.
“Mags—”
“Gotta go, Green. I’ll see you later.” I still don’t look at him as I grab my keys and go to the door.
“Mags—”
“Later,” I call, already going out the door. I don’t want to have a heart to heart. I’m not even sure how I feel right now.
I just need to be alone.
7
Bryant
My head goes back against the tile as I wrap my hand around my cock. My eyes close. I should hate that the first thing I see is Maggie in my mind, naked on her knees in front of me in the shower, opening her mouth to take me to heaven.
But I don’t. It’s her. It’s always her.
Christ, that woman has a hold on me. Some evil voodoo that I’ll never be free from. I could lie to myself and say that she only springs to mind because I know I will have to talk to her later. I got Ida Sue to hold back until we see how Maggie reacts to my threat of leaving. I hope I’m right and Maggie refuses to let me leave. Ida Sue says to get my handcuffs ready. I push away what’s to come and what I’m going to do if Maggie doesn’t admit to what’s between us.
The truth is, I’m never going to be able to leave Maggie, period. I’ve needed her since I was too young to know exactly what need was. Now, she’s somehow part of my DNA—always there, haunting me every damn minute of every damn hour.
I stroke my cock to the vision of Maggie in my mind. Her mouth opens, her sweet little tongue coming out to lick the cum gathering on the tip. In the distance, I can hear my doorbell, but I ignore it. I need this. Jesus, my balls are sore because I need it so bad. If I don’t do this now, I’m liable to explode just eating dinner with Maggie. Since my son will be there, that wouldn’t be good.
My hand slides along my cock, the heated water from the shower combined with the soapy lather,