Ryland white knuckled the steering wheel as we drove home. I couldn't sit comfortably.
"God what are they doing?" Ryland groans, making me look at him. His man hood standing erect like it was about to burst.
Ryland reaches for my hand.
"What are you doing eyes on the road"
"Just touch it, come on take one for the team, my dick feels like it's going to explode"
"No if I have to put up with it so do you" I tell him as he hits the highway.
"You've turned all boring, I should have took on the old bird, bet she would have sucked it" Ryland whines.
"You're disgusting, she had more wrinkles than my nutsack" I tell him.
"Bet she would have been a wild one back in her day" Ryland says, turning off onto the dirt road leading to the house.
Yeah maybe before world war one, seriously what is wrong with you?"
"Hey keeping my options open closer to my own age"
"That was not an image I wanted in my head" I shiver with disgust.
Pulling up out the front of our new home, I was about to go in when my phone rings.
My mother called.
"Hey been trying to get a hold of Evie, can you let her know I will bring Mara home. I wanna see the new place" she tells me.
"Yep, I'll tell her," I tell her.
"Been ringing for last ten minutes, oh and Amara is coming over too"
"She mustn't have heard her phone. She has been busy, working her ass off" I tell her.
"Okay, will see you a little after 6 then" my mother says before hanging up. I pocket my phone.
I grabbed the bags out of the boot along with Ryland who was walking like a cowboy.
"I'm so glad we don't have neighbours" I mutter seeing him trying to walk toward the house. I shake my head. This is why you wear real pants when going out, not bloody track pants.
Opening the front door all I smell is their scents and sex.
"Fucking smells like a brothel"
"Good any girls in" Ryland says and I nudge him with my elbow. He drops his bags in the entryway and darts off.
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