Chapter 1 ~ Fallon
Five in the freaking morning and my alarm is blaring in my ear. Throwing my hand over to slap at the stupid thing, I knock everything off my side table. Jesus Christ, it’s going to be a long day. Nausea is already kicking in, I’m so going to kill Joe Jr and Nick for getting me drunk last night. “Com’ on Sis let’s just have one drink.” That’s the last thing I remember Joe Jr saying. I do, however, remember a little of Nick carrying me in and putting me to bed. Stupid boys and their need to get their baby sister inebriated. Daddy would kill them if he knew. Looking at my dresser, I see a cup of water and two white pills with a note that says,
We love you. Make sure and take the pills. Oh, and DON’T TELL DAD!
After taking the Tylenol and drinking the water the jerks left me, I shower and dress so I can get over to the main house and get everyone’s breakfast going. Walking out the door, I trip over Goliath, my German Sheppard. UGH! In the doorway! They let my boy out and didn’t even have the decency to wait and put him back in. FREAKING BOYS! I’ve had him since Joe Jr brought him home, covered in mud from some farmhouse up the way, four years ago.
Jumping in my Ford Ranger, I head over to the main house. I live in a nice sized cottage an acre away from the house with a thicket of trees for buffering. It’s nice to have some space, but keeps me close enough to take care of Daddy and Pete. Just as I am pulling up, I see Pete pulling in. What in the world was he still doing out? Putting my truck in park, I jump out and meet him at the door.
“What the Hell, Peter?” I whisper shout. I’ve pretty much raised the boy since our momma passed while giving birth to him.
“I just fell asleep at Markus’ house. We were studying,” Pete says quietly.
“Oh, I’m seriously doubting that or you wouldn’t be sneaking in or trying to sneak in before I got here. I’m going to assume you waited on Daddy to go to sleep, then you got up, swiped the keys and left. I swear Peter, I will not let you put me through everything Joe Jr and Nick have. You keep this up and I will tell Daddy,” I finish, pointing at him. Pete hangs his head. He knows I won’t play games with him.
“Jesus Fallon! If you would have just seen the rack on her and oh my God, the ass! I can’t help if I’m just like Joe Jr and Nick. If you think about it, they have kind of taught me everything I know,” he says with laughter in his voice.
“Peter Alexander, I’m tellin’ you right now, this is to stop and I mean now. Mess with me and I will move back in here with you and Daddy, then I will know every move you make. Now, you are grounded for the next two weeks. I want the keys. You can ride the bus. If you argue, I will take the damn phone too. Tell me I can’t and we will go wake up Daddy right now.” Peter is just shaking his head at this point because he knows he’s done for. “Now, you will go upstairs, shower and get ready for your detention at school, then come back down and help me get everything ready for breakfast. I will have a chore list when you get home. Now GO!” I’m fuming now. I can’t believe he talked to me about some chick’s rack and ass. Boys Suck! Well, except Daddy.
***
Forty-five minutes later I am pulling the biscuits out of the oven and letting them cool. I start taking everything to the table. Just as I walk back into the kitchen, I see the back door open and in walk the boys that have ruined my day already. They are acting completely innocent. I just roll my eyes and keep taking food to the table. I barely step into the kitchen when I see both Nick and Joe Jr in the food I just freaking cooked.
“That’s it! I’ve had it with the two of you! I can’t take anymore! UGH! Leave the food I just cooked the Hell alone or you can freaking starve. Both of you should be ashamed of yourselves! You have taught your foolishness to our baby brother. I caught him trying to sneak in and he told me he couldn’t help himself because the chick had a nice rack and ass! Not only that, but you all said one freaking drink, not twenty shots! I feel like pure Hell and it’s all your fault! Now take your asses into the dining room and keep quiet because I am very tempted to start hitting you all with something,” I whisper through gritted teeth at the both of them.
They look at one another and back at me before walking out of the kitchen without saying one word. Now, maybe, we will get some of the quiet we all need.
Sitting down at the table, I look all three boys in the eyes as we wait on Daddy. Pete decided to sit beside Joe Jr and left Nick beside me. However, with Pete being a sixteen-year-old boy, he just can’t keep his mouth shut.
“So did Fallon tell you about the chick?” Pete directs his question at Joe Jr and Nick.
“Shut the Hell up, Peter!” I don’t remember ever not being able to understand what I was told to do.
“Fuck, Fallon, must be shark week for you. Need a Snickers?” Pete smarts.
Before I can say anything, Joe Jr smacks him in the back of the head. “You will apologize to Fallon and I better never hear you speaking to her that way again. Just because you are bigger than her doesn’t mean she can’t whip your ass.”
I just nod my head at Joe Jr as a thank you as Daddy comes around the corner.
Daddy takes his seat and begins to start the prayer.
“Wait. Where’s Matthew? Does someone need to go over and check on him? He’s usually here way before now, failing at helping me.” My eyes land on Daddy.
“No baby, we moved him out yesterday. He wasn’t keeping up with his end of the deal.” Daddy smiles at me.
“Daddy, I told you long before now to say something. I just hate to think he doesn’t have food or a place to sleep. I really hope he is okay.” Just as I finish talking, Peter snorts and I give him the stink eye.
“It’s okay baby, I made sure he was good for the night, but the rest was his to handle. Now let’s eat, Pete needs to get to school and y’all have to get to work,” he dismisses the conversation, then begins to pray.
***
After breakfast the guys head out and I begin to clean up so I can pack the truck with everything for the Farmer’s Market today. I have some orders that I will need to deliver, as well, this morning. Putting the last bowl in the fridge, I head out and make sure I have everything I need for today. The locals love my booth; they all seem to love my food, which is why I get a lot of orders for special treats. Looking in the back of the truck, I start going down my mental checklist. Tables, chair, eggs from my pretty chickens, jams and jellies. Looking around, I notice I’m missing all of my produce and my pies, cakes and cookies. Turning around behind me, I see the produce but can’t find my pies, cakes and cookies anywhere. I load up all the produce then walk back inside. Right inside the door, I see all the sweets. Thank God! Grabbing the first box, which just happens to be my special chocolate chip cookies, I walk back toward the truck, but before I’m completely out the door I trip. What the Hell! Cookies are all over the ground. Well, it’s a good thing nobody ordered them today. I’m going to have to make sure I get some more made for next week. After I get everything loaded and grab mine and Daddy’s lunch, I get in the truck and drive the twenty minutes to the Farmer’s Market on Main Street.
Chapter 2 ~ Justin
No food in this shitty little hotel room. That’s what cheap gets you, not continental breakfasts, not for this poor son of a bitch. What I need after the drunk I went on last night is a good old greasy spoon. Ah, fuck me, my head is pounding as I scratch my balls, climbing out of bed and heading for the shower. I stare at my reflection, my dark wavy hair is every which way, my pale brown eyes are blood red and the circles under them are black as pitch. What the fuck did I do last night?
“Justin?”
I hear my name being called from the other room and jump. I didn’t even realize I’m not alone. I poke my head out the bathroom door and see not one, but two brunettes sprawled out on the bed where I had been not a minute before. How the fuck did I miss that!
“Hey ladies?” My dick is instantly hard. “I -uh…” I let out a light little chuckle as they start to kiss and fondle each other.
“We’re bored baby.” The one on the left moans as the one on the right slides her hand under the sheets.
I don’t need to be told twice. I grab the condoms off the dresser and am welcomed with two sets of open arms. My growling stomach could wait a little longer, my twitching cock has better ideas.
***
After the ladies leave me, I get dressed and hop in my Ford Super Duty F-350 King and head into town to find some grub. I know I’d seen a diner when I passed through yesterday. Kentucky, Hicksville, USA. How the Hell did I end up in this backwater state? That’s right, work and the girl. Girl’s long gone, but the work is still here, for now anyhow. I need something else though, and a place to stay because these fleabag motels are really just… Ugh.
As I pull into the town center I’m stopped by a huge sign. ‘Farmer’s Market, Main St closed till Monday morning take alternate route.’
Alternate route, huh? I don’t know any. I see people parking their cars and walking down the road. I look down past the sign and can see stands lining the entire road, both sides and down the middle too. As I roll down my window, I catch a whiff of the air and the food smell clinches it for me. Might as well spend my cash with the local yokels. I park under a Hickory tree for the shade, and start to walk down the market road.
It’s late August and even at eight in the morning, it’s starting to get hot, I’m glad I packed my cargo shorts and tanks. I need them out here. Back home it isn’t quite as bad, we have Long Island Sound to keep the temperatures down and you can always jump in if you’re desperate. Out in Ohio it was pretty fucking flat, so far as I could see it was all tornado alley. Here at least there are some hills.
The stalls are full of jerky and smoked sausages, some are serving up funnel cakes and fried doughs. I haven’t seen those since the old Coleman’s Bros. Carnivals. I grab one and half n’ half it; half sauce, half powdered sugar, cinnamon. It’s like being twelve again. I’m chomping down some summer sausage when I notice a kid fly by me with pies that smell like they are still hot.
Never a man to pass up hot pie of any kind, I follow him back to his stall, to find what I hoped to be a sexy as Hell blonde. All I’m seeing is tight little ass as she takes a pair of scissors and turns her jeans into daisy dukes before my eyes.
“Well, there’s something ya don’t see every day,” I can’t hold the remark.
She spins on her cowboy booted heel with a twist, misses the mark and falls flat on her ass!
“Oh, my God! I’m sorry I startled you!” I run around the back of her booth and immediately offer my hand to help her up.
She kicks me in the balls and I go down like a hooker for a hundred.
“Why’d you do that?” I whine, holding what’s left of the boys in my hands.
“You scared the piss out of me!” She jumps up, wiping herself off. “It was the first thing I could think to do. You don’t just sneak up on people like that.”
“Yeah, well you shouldn’t strip like that either, and don’t you know you never hit a man like that, unless he’s trying to hurt ya!” I groan, straightening up.
“How the Hell do I know what you were tryin’ to do?”
She’s yelling at me, I’m trying to be nice and civil and here is this hot chick screaming at me. Well, fuck that, I don’t need her bullshit.
“You know what, you crazy witch, I was gonna buy that stack of pies from you, but now you can shove them up your ass, and in those shorts you shouldn’t have any problems!” I huff, throwing my hands up as I storm off.
Stolen Moments
(A County Fair Romance Bk 1)
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