No matter how much we hurt each other, I didn’t want to be without him. I wanted to coil myself around him so he could take me everywhere he went.
Turning around to face him, I smiled as he made no attempt to stop staring at my tits. “Jack?”
“Yeah?”
I pressed my breasts against the glass shower door and laughed as his eyes widened. “Can you—”
“Yes,” he replied.
I laughed again. “You didn’t even let me ask the—”
“The answer is yes,” he said, his gaze still locked on my tits. “I can do whatever you want.” He finally looked up at me and smiled. “What do you want, baby?”
“Can you spend the weekend here with me before I go back home?”
His expression hardened. “Why don’t you just come home with me tonight? No one expects you to leave a two-week notice for a retail job. And what do you have to pack? Just some clothes and toiletries. You can leave those here for the next time you visit. Just come home with me tonight, baby.”
He was right. There was nothing at my mom’s house I needed to bring back. But there were still a few things I needed to do. First and foremost, if I was moving back to Hood River with Jack, I needed to talk to Dylan. I had to let him know that if he decided to come out to his mom, he would always have a place to stay at my mom’s house.
I also had to say goodbye to Isaac. I couldn’t leave without thanking him for everything he’d done for me. Even if he insisted he got way more out of the deal than I did, due to the free gardening labor he got out of me during our lessons.
And I was pretty sure I was cock-blocking Isaac by hanging around so much. I had a feeling — based on the way his phone was constantly vibrating with phone calls and texts — that he was neglecting quite a few former flings.
“I can’t. I still need a day or two to at least quit my job in person and talk to Dylan,” I began, as Jack continued to stare at my breasts. “How about this? You can head back to Hood River tomorrow morning. I can tie up all my loose ends and head home tomorrow, late afternoon or evening.”
His hand traced circles over the steamy glass where my nipples were pressed against the other side of the sliding door. “Sounds perfect. I have tomorrow off. I can get everything ready for you at home.”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “Are you going to light some candles and put on some Kenny G?”
He laughed as he shook his head. “Nope, but I’ll probably move some of the beer in the fridge to the cooler in my office. And tell my secret girlfriend she can go home.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re asking for it.”
“And I’m sure you’ll give it to me.”
I flashed Jack my best seductive smile as I slid open the shower door and stepped out, water pooling around my feet on the gray tile. Grabbing a towel off the robe hook on the wall, I dropped it onto the floor between us and got down on my knees.
He reached forward, tilting his head to the side as he slid his thumb into my mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I bit his thumb playfully and he smiled as he pulled it out of my mouth. I quickly undid the button and zipper on his slacks, then looked up at him as I slowly slid down his boxer briefs. His large hand skated over my wet hair and clasped the crown of my head as I lowered my head to face his cock.
Such a perfect specimen. Just the sight of it flooded me with adrenaline and made my pussy throb with longing.
Covering my teeth with my lips, I slowly took him into my mouth. My jaw widened as his cock slid over my tongue until the tip kissed my throat. My eyes watered as my gag reflex kicked in, then I slowly slid him out.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered, as I swirled the tip of my tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive ridge.
Curling my fingers around the base of his cock, I stretched the skin taut as I worked up a good amount of spit. The saliva dripped onto his cock and I tightened my grip on the base as I took him into my mouth again. I alternated between bobbing my head quickly then slowly.
With my free hand, I gently cupped and massaged his balls as his grip on my head tensed. He pushed himself deeper inside my mouth, tugging my hair back and then pushing my head forward as tears streamed from my eyes. I pump my fist up and down the base of his shaft as the tip prodded my throat relentlessly. Finally, he groaned as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide as he came on my face and in my mouth.
* * *
I followed Jack to his truck when he left the next day. The morning breeze reminded me of the times we visited the coast before Junior was born. Maybe we could take a trip to the beach before the summer ended in six days.
I laid my hands on his chest as I leaned against the driver’s side door. “We should buy a beach house. We both love visiting the coast in the summer. A beach house might be something for us to look forward to.”
Jack grabbed my waist as he looked down at me. “I think we should try living together in our own house again before we start thinking about summer houses.”
I rolled my eyes. “It was just a suggestion.”
He kissed me long and slow, then he pulled away and asked, “Are you sure you don’t need me to stay with you and we can head home together?”
“I’m fine,” I replied, leaning in to plant a kiss on his sandpaper scruff. “I just have to quit my job and put up some wire mesh in the backyard. I’ll be done in a few hours, then I’ll be on my way.”
Jack grabbed the handle on the door. “I love you, pixie.”
I blew him a kiss and waved as he pulled out of the driveway.
When I arrived at Sunny’s to quit my job, Dylan was ringing up a customer. I pretended to peruse the display of hanging houseplants, checking around corners for signs of Vera. When the customer finally left, I approached the counter.
Dylan flashed me a warm smile. “What are you doing here on your day off?”
I glanced around to see if Vera was nearby, but I didn’t see her anywhere. “I’m moving back in with Jack tonight. I just came back to quit and to remind you that you can stay at my mom’s if you ever need a place to stay.”
He shook his head. “Thanks for the offer, but, honestly, it’s just not going to happen. I’ll probably work here for the rest of my life.”
My heart broke for him. “Come on. Look at that sunshine,” I said, nodding toward the storefront windows. “It’s a beautiful day for telling your mom how much you love sucking cock.”
He gasped. “I’m a virgin!” he whisper-shouted at me.
I winked at him. “Sure.”
He rolled his eyes. “Hand jobs don’t count.”
“Oh, my God. Are you serious? You really are a virgin?”
He flashed me an awkward smile. “I know. It’s completely pathetic.”
“It is not!” I insisted, feeling awful for teasing him. “It’s beautiful. It means you can save yourself for someone you love.”
He chortled. “I can’t tell her yet. I’m just not ready.”
“That’s okay. My mom’s house will still be there when you are ready.”
“Thanks.”
Vera took my resignation with grace, and even offered to give me my part-time position back should I ever move to Portland for good. Then, she printed out my final paper paycheck. I deposited the money into my secret checking account before I headed back to my mom’s house to finish putting up the galvanized mesh in the garden.
When I pulled into the driveway at my mom’s house, I saw Isaac mowing his front lawn. I suddenly became very anxious as I anticipated telling Isaac that I was moving back home. It was all happening so fast.
I supposed this was sort of the way Dylan must feel about the prospect of quitting his job at the garden store. I felt guilty that I was leaving Isaac without anyone to help him with his garden, even though he’d done fine by himself before I arrived.
As I made my way up the front path toward the porch, Isaac spotted me and his face split into
a beaming, eye-crinkling smile. Something weird was happening inside me. It felt like high school graduation, and I was going to a different school than all my friends. I wanted to cry even though I was also grateful for everything I’d learned and excited to move on.
Going to a different college didn’t work out well for my friendship with my high school best friend, Taylor. She lived on the coast now and we hadn’t spoken in years. Realistically, this was probably the last time I would ever see Isaac without Jack around.
The loud rumble of the lawn mower cut off and Isaac walked right up to the cedar fence separating my driveway from his. “Are you okay?”
I sniffed loudly, thankful that I was able to stop actual tears from falling. “I’m fine. Just a little sad. I just quit my job at Sunny’s. I’m moving back home tonight. I just have to get that galvanized mesh set up, then I’m heading back.”
22
Isaac
“Going back so soon?” I asked, trying not to let the tone of my voice give away what I was thinking.
I wanted Laurel to be happy, and if working things out with her husband was what would make that happen, I was prepared to let her go. Not that she was mine to keep. But something about the way her body tensed whenever she talked about him made me worry.
She nodded. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”
I tried not to let my disappointment show, but I’d always had a bad habit of wearing my heart on my sleeve. And right now, my heart was crushed. And the regretful look in her brown eyes told me this had not gone unnoticed.
My thoughts drifted back to two days ago, when Laurel helped me harvest the last cucumbers and eggplants of the season.
Laurel grabbed the hair tie around her wrist and used it to pull her long, blonde hair into a messy bun, then she looked at my hair and laughed. “Your hair is always falling out of those damn hair ties,” she said, sounding out of breath. “You should cut it. At this point, you’re just failing at the man-bun.”
I reached up and touched the bun on the crown of my head and it fell apart as the hair tie slipped out. “My hair is just too soft and silky to be contained,” I said, bending over to grab the hair tie. “Besides, I don’t like the sound of hair clippers, and I sure as fuck don’t feel like explaining that to a barber.”
The buzzing sound the clippers made as they skimmed over my scalp, reminded me of my first haircut in boot camp. But the thwacking noise the clippers made when they were turned on and off, reminded me of the crack of a bullet that just missed your ear by inches.
Due to the misinformation in TV and movies, most people didn’t know that bullets fired from fairly close range will make a crack or snapping sound — from the sonic boom — when they fly past you. And I didn’t feel like explaining that or my aversion to the sound to a random barber.
The uncomfortable look on Laurel’s face when I explained this to her made me wonder if I’d opened up too much. I’d been doing that a lot lately since Laurel and I began working in the garden together. Like the time we were feeding the chickens in the coop behind my garage and I shared the story of the chicken coop in Ghormach.
My unit had been providing ground support for airstrikes in the Ghormach District, one of the areas in Afghanistan most active with poppy cultivation. We were sweeping the area surrounding the strike zone. Trying to minimize casualties by making as many arrests and clearing as many civilians as possible prior to the strike. I, being a Marine scout sniper, was hanging back on a rooftop with my trigger-finger flexed and ready to go on my M40A5 rifle, when I caught some movement in a chicken coop.
The coop was no more than forty feet from where the corpsman attached to our unit was enjoying a drink from his canteen. I radioed to Helms, the commander on the ground, that I was fairly certain we had a stowaway in the chicken coop behind the house they’d just cleared. I requested permission to hit the sneaky little fucker.
The XO on the ground joined in the convo, confirming to Helms that the chicken coop had not been cleared. The XO radioed the spotter, and Helms told me to stand down until I received confirmation that the movement I saw was or was not a civilian.
Almost as soon as Helms finished telling me to cool my heels so the spotter could confirm the target, I saw the tip of a rifle slowly emerging through the chicken wire, pointed at the corpsman. Without hesitation, or permission, I fired, downing him on the first shot.
When I watched them drag the man’s lifeless body out of the coop, rifle still slung across his chest and part of his head blown off, I felt nothing but pride at my marksmanship. A few minutes later, the corpsman disappeared inside the coop then came out holding up a dead chicken by its bloody, broken wing. I felt sick to my stomach.
That was when I knew I had to get out of there before I became even more of a monster.
When I had finished telling this story, I realized Laurel was cradling one of my hens in her arms like a baby, silent tears sliding down her gaunt cheeks as she stroked its feathers. I’d volunteered too much information. I fully expected her to start avoiding me after that.
But I was wrong. That was the first time she opened up about her hospitalizations.
Still, admitting vulnerability was different than admitting guilt. Revealing my aversion to hair clippers felt, in a way, almost worse than admitting I had once killed another human being without remorse.
Jesus Christ, I was one sick fuck.
Laurel shook her head as she watched me attempt to fix my man-bun. “I’ll cut your hair,” she offered, grabbing the handle of the basket of cucumbers on the ground. “With scissors only. I’ve cut Jack’s hair plenty of times.”
Every time she said her husband’s name, I felt a twinge of unjustifiable jealousy. I stupidly wanted to pretend he didn’t exist. When she mentioned him, especially by name, it broke the illusion that we were the only people who mattered.
I needed to get laid. It was the best way to rid myself of these dangerous feelings.
No matter how many times Laurel laughed at my jokes or cried during my stories, I knew deep down in my inky-black soul, her laughter and tears didn’t belong to me. They were merely on loan, and I was pretty sure they were about to be repossessed.
I agreed to let Laurel cut my hair, my first haircut in almost two years. We washed and dried the cucumbers to get them ready for pickling the next day, then she sat me down in a dining chair on my small covered patio. I closed my eyes and listened to the distant sounds of traffic as she brushed the tangles out of my hair.
I hoped she didn’t notice how every time she touched me, chills spread over my skin. Maybe the tattoos did a good job of disguising the goose bumps. Suddenly, I had an idea for a new tattoo: a laurel tree.
I shook my head at this stupid thought.
Laurel laughed. “Don’t shake your head!” she said. “I almost stabbed you in the neck with the scissors.”
I smiled on the outside, but inside I was thinking about the day I got the dagger tattoo on my neck.
I had been back from Afghanistan for three days, staying at my parents’ house in Stillwater, Minnesota. I hadn’t seen my brother Dane or my fiancée Nicole since I landed. Nicole told me she was at her aunt’s house in Minneapolis and would be home soon. Dane, who was living in Minneapolis at the time, said he would pick up Nicole on his way out.
Boy, did I feel like an idiot when I found out they had been living together for five months and Nicole was two months pregnant. Everyone, even my parents, knew. Everyone except me.
I wasn’t supposed to have access to the trust fund my parents set up for me until I turned thirty. I was twenty-six years old when I got back from that third tour. But after what happened with Dane and Nicole, my parents took pity on me and removed the age stipulation from the trust agreement. The education stipulation had already been met when I graduated from infantry officer training.
I was free to spend my $2.7 million as I saw fit. So of course, the first thing I did was went out and got a tattoo right over my carotid artery of a dagg
er with the word “blood” carved into the blade. It seemed appropriate since I had been stabbed in the back by my fucking twin brother. The tattoo would serve as a reminder to never let my guard down again.
And yet here I was, on the brink of falling in love with a married woman.
When Laurel was finished cutting my hair, she brushed away as much of the loose hairs off my neck as she could. I wondered if she could see how tightly wound my muscles were as I tried to push aside thoughts of pulling her into my lap and burying myself inside her.
“Are you okay? You look tense,” she said, walking around the chair to examine the front of my hair, tilting her head to see the various angles. “I promise it’s not as bad as you probably imagine. It actually looks kind of…” She flashed me an uncomfortable smile. “It looks good.”
“So are you still gonna work on your mom’s garden?” I asked Laurel.
She was silent for a moment. “Of course. Bonnie — our marriage counselor — thinks it will be easier for us to work on the communication exercises if we’re not so far apart. But I’ll still come back every couple of weeks to prune and primp. That snazzy timer you installed for the sprinklers should do a good job of keeping everything watered when it doesn’t rain.”
I couldn’t even force a fake smile. My instinct was to offer to maintain her mom’s garden in her absence, but then I might never see her again. It was selfish of me not to offer, but it would be pretty stupid of me to offer free services to a married woman whom I clearly had feelings for.
“Well, I hope it works out for the best,” I replied.
I sure as hell didn’t know if her marriage counselor’s advice was sound. I’d never been married. And I didn’t exactly have the best track record with relationships, which was why I steered clear of them.
The awful truth about what happened with Dane and Nicole was that I was partially to blame. I had told Nicole we’d get married after my second tour. But when I got home, I started drinking a lot and ended up having only a vague recollection of kissing a random girl I’d met while out with Dane.