I watched, wishing I could hear the words exchanged inside. Kendra threw her head back, laughing at something Jason must have said. Genevieve simply appeared uncomfortable sitting on the couch as her friend was oblivious to how agitated she appeared. Jason stood and tried to sit next to Genevieve, and I tensed, ready to interrupt them if needed. But before I could extricate myself from my position, Genevieve got to her feet and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a bottle of dark liquid. The familiar shape indicated she had pulled out the good whiskey. She took the seat Jason had vacated, cutting him off from attempting to sit next to her.
She poured herself a mug of coffee, adding a healthy dose of the dark liquid to it along with her sugar and creamer. She cradled her drink in her hands as she sat back, Jason waving his hands around as he told one story or another. He suddenly stopped and grabbed a phone off his belt, glanced at the screen, and stood, striding to the front door. He closed it softly behind him before answering.
I sank back further into the shadows, straining my ears to catch his side of the conversation. The girls were still sitting inside, chatting.
“Now’s not a good time.” Jason’s gruff tone was low, the slight breeze floating his words to my ears. “No, I can’t meet right now. I’m in the middle of something.” He began to pace, the phone still snug against his ear. “Why? We were scheduled for tomorrow. I don’t have the money yet.”
“What have you gotten yourself into?” I thought to myself. Whatever it was, it didn’t sound good.
“Not all of the payments have been turned in. Can you delay him at all?” He ran his hand absently through his hair, frustration radiating off him in waves. “Fine, I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
He ended his call and stepped through the door. The girls turned to him, Kendra’s face falling at whatever he said, but Genevieve’s showed relief as she nodded at whatever he was saying.
I took that chance to move from my hiding spot, shifting around the other side of the garage into the shadows, and waited for Jason to come back out. I gave him a small head start and moved as he turned at the end of the driveway. I glided on silent feet, keeping him within a block of me until I came flush with where I had parked my truck.
Jason stopped at the end of the block in the light of the lone lighted streetlamp. I crossed the street while his back was to me and hopped in my truck, closing the door and wincing as the latch clicked shut. I slunk down, watching over the back seat as he got into a black Lexus that was most definitely not police issued.
He revved the engine and pulled away, passing me and heading down the street. I sat up and maneuvered my truck from its spot, keeping Jason’s brake lights in my sight, and followed him as he zig-zagged through town. He made one stop at the police station for less than ten minutes, emerging with a large black duffel bag.
“What in the ever-lovin’ hell do you have goin’ on in your little town, Jason,” I said to the dead space in my truck. I followed him out of town until he turned down a dirt road that I would have missed. I slowed but continued driving on, knowing my cover would be blown if I followed him. I continued for another mile or two until I felt it was safe to turn around and drive back into town.
I found my way back to Genevieve’s street; her house was dark as I drove past and settled back into my spot just a block away. For now, Jason’s dealings would have to wait. Genevieve’s safety and security were more important. I couldn’t trust that he wouldn’t try to come back by after whatever meeting he had.
I left my truck and walked back to Genevieve’s. I wanted to do a quick sweep to make sure everything was locked up tight. She had switched off the outside lights, which pissed me off, but the door was locked as well as the front windows. I made my way around back, ensuring the back door was locked as well as noticing there wasn’t even a bulb in the back-porch light. A peel of female laughter came from my left. I froze, not thinking that the girls could have come outside.
“Oh no, the bottle’s empty.” Genevieve’s giggly voice floated to me.
“But this one isn’t,” Kendra’s replied with a hiccup.
“Yippee!!”
I followed the voices to a partially opened window, light glowing softly through the curtains. The window was high enough I couldn’t see inside without a boost, but my curiosity had me stopping beneath it to listen.
“Okay, let’s play a game.” Kendra hiccupped again, and they both burst into a fit of giggles.
My little subbie was getting drunk with her friend. I smiled at the image that popped into my head. I couldn’t go down that path right now; I was already hard from only her voice.
“I don’t have any games,” Genevieve replied, the tinkling of her glass echoing down to me.
“How about truth or dare?”
“Oh, come on, we aren’t in high school anymore. Let’s watch a movie.” The rustling sound of bed sheets and blankets brought forth dreams of a naked Genevieve bound to the posts, open and at my mercy.
“So? Come on,” Kendra whined.
“Fine,” Genevieve huffed.
Kendra squealed in delight. “Okay, you first. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.” Genevieve sighed.
“Jason or Brian?” Kendra asked.
My ears perked up. I wanted to know this answer, too. I was pretty sure I knew who she would choose, but I didn’t realize how badly I needed my name to come from her lips.
“What…what kind of question is that?” Genevieve stalled.
“Oh, come on. I’ve watched how they both look at you. Don’t tell me you haven’t seen it.”
“Neither.” Genevieve’s voice wavered.
“That’s not an option. Come on, who would you pick?”
“Pick for what?” Her voice trembled, and he was certain she really didn’t want to answer this question.
“To do the nasty.” Kendra giggled. “Bow chica wow wow,” she teased.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, don’t be so childish.”
“It’s not childish. They are both yummy. If you ask me, though, I would pick Brian. That Texas drawl makes me weak in the knees.” Kendra’s voice was soft and breathy. “And it’s so deep, it’s like it pulls at your core.”
I grinned. I wasn’t unaware of my own charms. Many women had swooned with a wink and an uttered “howdy” in the past. I wasn’t proud of my younger years of bed-hopping, but I never doubted my ability to draw women to me.
“Yeah, his voice is nice,” Genevieve conceded.
“Nice, just nice?” Her reply kind of hurt.
Kendra mimicked the words in my head, “It’s more than nice, Genevieve. Come on, relax and let loose. It’s just us.”
“Okay, fine. It’s more than just nice. His voice could melt the panties right off me. And that body, it’s made for wet dreams.”
I adjusted myself as my erection began to push against my zipper beyond the point of pain.
“So, you’d pick Brian?” Kendra clarified.
“If those are my only two choices, yes, I choose Brian.”
My chest puffed out at her words as they stroked my ego. What I wouldn’t give to burst in there, grab her, and show her exactly what this body could do to her.