“Hey, Peyton! Anybody here?”
She heard a familiar voice as she tossed a few plastic bowls into a large box. “Yeah! I’m in the kitchen.”
“Hey, gorgeous. How’s my favorite upcoming senior?”
She turned around and found a very handsome Loy Martin. “Well, I’ll be damned. Look who came home after all.” She didn’t waste time running into Loy’s arms and she locked her legs around his waist almost immediately.
“Boy, howdy, now if this isn’t the homecoming I expected.” Loy lifted her body away from his but then took the time to let her crotch scrape over the ridge of his cock. With Loy, foreplay always started at once, regardless of where he found her.
They never shared anything more than a preamble to the dirty deed, but the chemistry between Loy and Peyton bordered on the absurd. Loy was too smart to get caught with his pants down. He feared they’d stay at his ankles and he’d eventually find himself married to a small-town girl. Sometimes, he ran from Peyton and she understood why.
Peyton giggled before she stared at his tented pants, biting her lip as she studied it intensely. She batted her eyelashes and acted like he brought her the perfect package. “What’s wrong, Loy, still don’t like a woman who teases you?”
“I like a teasing woman, baby, but I’ve been ordered by three very gruff, not to mention large, cowboys to stay the hell away from you until you get your feet on the ground again. Since we now have the issue of age between us, I’ll probably comply. They said if I lay one hand on you, they’ll make sure they glue it to the spot I touch. Then, they’ll haul my ass in front of a judge to prove malicious intent.”
“Lord a mercy, Loy. How long did it take for you to come up with such a tale?”
“It’s the truth, and I’m not the only one. Evan put the word out. Babe, I hate to tell you, but you’re in for a dull summer. Unless of course, you got some kind of thing for one of ‘em, and then I guess you’ll at least enjoy one or two hot June nights.”
Peyton narrowed her eyes. “Nay, I’ll find someone to entertain me but I doubt I’ll find it in a Cartwell. Besides, you’re looking for an excuse to avoid me. You can’t fool around now, since you’ve hooked up with one of those debutantes from South Carolina. News travels fast in these parts.” She turned her back to the boy she’d dated on and off for several years. She cleared a few countertops and continued working.
“Yeah, well, she’s not anyone I want to discuss with you. You understand. At least, I hope you do.”
“Sure I do. You always told me, there are girls you marry and girls you’d like to marry but unfortunately have to settle for a fuck from them instead. I understand, Loy. Really, I do.”
She also owed him big time for telling her such crap early on. He saved her from the embarrassment of fucking him. At one time, if he’d kept his mouth shut, Loy Martin would’ve been in Peyton’s pants. Thank goodness he had a big mouth to match what he kept in those snug khakis.
“Now, Peyton, don’t act all mad like you do. I always told ya the truth, but I gotta tell you, it’s all I can do to keep my hands off of you now.” He made a few steps toward her. His palms slowly caressed over the shape of her hips and then he froze right then and there when he heard a deep voice behind them.
“Damn, if you’re not good, Loy Martin,” Evan said. He slammed the door and walked into Peyton’s childhood home with his arms loaded down with boxes.
Since Peyton kept the screen open to catch a morning breeze, he undoubtedly heard enough of small talk. “Did you miss the memo I sent out to you specifically about ‘hands-off’? You’d better tell me something convincing because, right now, after hearing your line of bull-shit, I’d love to find a reason to smack some sense into you.”
Peyton rolled her eyes.
Kane slowly entered Peyton’s kitchen behind his brother. He stood off to the side with his arms folded over his chest.
“I’ve heard a lot of lines in my time but I gotta hand it to you. Martin, the one about fucking those gals you don’t marry just made me stiff thinking about it. Excuse me for saying so, Peyton.” Kane glared at Loy and then added, “Does that kind of cockamamie bullshit actually work for you?”
Loy laughed. “Real funny boy, aren’t you, Cartwell? You make excuses for saying a four-letter word in front of Peyton?” He touched her cheek and then picked up a few strands of her hair and let them fall softly against her shoulder. “You think Peyton’s never heard those words? Oh hello, boys, you’re in for a real treat once you get to know the Peyton everybody else knows.”
Peyton climbed back on the kitchen chair and rummaged through the cabinets. She wanted her back to them. The last thing she needed was her face turned toward theirs when Loy ran his mouth. Knowing Loy, he might.
The only man, or boy for that matter, who knew what it felt like to have a good romp with Peyton now stood inches from her guardians. He wanted to spill his knowledge all over the place.
Many boys tried to date Peyton. Many failed. Loy succeeded and what a fine choice she made there. Undoubtedly her brain malfunctioned whenever Loy Martin showed up and looking at him now standing next to Evan and Kane, she wondered why.
She turned back around and stared at the floor and barely glanced at Loy’s feet. Damn him. It proved the only solid reason she’d ever made out with him in the first place. Big feet, and those feet did not lie. Loy had a gigantic cock to match his ego.
“Loy…” She really didn’t want the Cartwells to hear about her more intimate moments with an old high school flame. He always made her feel like a tramp. He was the only man who almost claimed a homerun, as in personal base runs or hits, at her expense. He’d done her every which way but home and everyone once said he carried a grudge over it. He remained a little bitter according to some of his closest friends.
”Come on, Evan, tell the truth. You’re already tappin’ it or you wouldn’t care enough to put out the word. Admit it. Peyton is hands-off to the guys visiting from college because she’s keeping you and maybe even Kane here, busy.”
“All right, that’s it. You’re outta here.” Evan held open the backdoor and waited for Loy to leave.
“Guys, Loy and I go way back. I’d like to catch up with him. He’s gonna help me pack up the place.”
“The hell he is,” Kane snarled.
“Right,” Evan deadpanned. “Uh, we uh, planned on stayin’ and helping you out today. It’s the reason we’re here. Right, Kane?”
“Damn right. We don’t have anything else better to do. Lord knows the hay can bale itself, the cattle don’t need feed and the horses coming in later this afternoon are gonna know which stall belongs to them and just trot off the trailer and straight into the barn. No, we don’t have one damn thing to do today.” He scowled at his brother.
“Well, you sure don’t need to baby-sit me,” Peyton bit out.
“Yeah, well, Braden thinks we need to help ya and so we’re here to offer it.” Kane turned back to Loy, “You can stay and help out or leave, like Evan suggested.
“This is still my house,” she reminded him.
Kane walked over to the refrigerator and opened it. “Didn’t your momma keep a cold beer in the house?”
“If beer made its way in here, her momma didn’t buy it.” Loy’s voice and expression softened, “Peyton, I’m real sorry about your mom. I know you two lived separate lives but she sure loved ya. I know you’re gonna make her real proud.”
Taking off his hat, his hand trembled some before he nervously leaned over, kissed her cheek, nodded at the Cartwells and stepped outside. “I best get going, I guess.”
Evan deliberately gave the squeaky screen door a shove. The thin panel hit Loy on the ass. “Loy, you’ve paid your respects, and Peyton here appreciates it. Next time you see her, try to keep your hands off of her or else I’m gonna make sure to have some glue nearby to make good on a few promises. I don’t want you feelin’ her up or down. Got it?”
Loy tossed his hand up as he walked to his truck. He never glanced back again but by the time Evan and Kane did, she was ready for them.