Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Three (King, #7)

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Kevin said, wiggling free from my grip.

“Oh yeah?” Dre asked, amusement in her sleepy tone. She yawned and cinched the sash of the sexy little robe she was wearing that showed off those amazing legs of hers. “How are you so sure?”

I stepped back and pointed down to Kevin’s massive cock. “Because of that!”

Dre’s sweet laughter filled the air. I picked up the hose again and started to spray Kevin down. “Shit man, that’s cold!” he shouted, dancing around in the grass. “And are you gonna fill me in on what exactly she’s laughing at?”

“That,” I informed him, spraying his crotch with water. “Because I just found more proof that we’re brothers than the fact that we think we both were shot out of the same cunt.” I grinned from ear to ear.

“Okay? And what’s that?” Kevin asked. I turned off the hose and Dre tossed him a towel.

I dropped my eyes to the huge slab of man meat between Kevin’s legs. “From the waist down we’re not just brothers, we’re fucking twinsies.”

“Uh, what the fuck, Preppy?” Kevin asked, putting his shorts back on.

“Quick,” I said. “Tell me something. How do you feel about pancakes?”

Kevin shivered. “Honestly, I’m more of a waffle kind of guy.”

Dre gasped.

I shut my eyes tightly, clenching my fists at my side. I cracked my neck and slowly turned to face him. I opened my eyes. “What the fuck did you just say to me, boy? You better start running.”

“Wait, what?” Kevin asked, taking a step back and tripping over the sprinkler. He stood up and bolted through the gate. I chased him through the field while Dre looked on and laughed.

“I take it all back! You’re not my brother!” I shouted, tackling him to the ground and sitting on his chest.

“What the fuck, Preppy?” Kevin said, squirming under me.

“You and I need to have a serious fucking talk.” I leaned down until my nose was almost touching his. “About the abomination that is waffles.”





CHAPTER NINE


Preppy

I know Dre was probably confused by my note. All it had said was to meet me at the water tower and she was probably wondering why the fuck I asked her to meet me here, but there was no doubt in my mind she’d come.

I smiled as I heard the ladder rattle, shortly after a delicate hand appeared and then Dre pulled herself up and it took me a second to register the fucking walking sex that was my wife.

I’d been rendered dumb. For the first few seconds all I could do was stare. I hadn’t even realized my mouth was hanging open until Dre walked up to me and gently touched the bottom of my jaw, shutting it for me.

The first thing that caught my attention were her lips. She’d painted them her signature bright red. Big and glossy. My cock ached and that was before I’d taken in the rest of her.

“What do you...” she started, but I put my hand in the air to stop her.

“Shhhhh, just let me look at you for a minute,” I said. I took a step back so I could do just that. She was goddamned perfect. She had a blue bandana tied in a knot at the top like a headband. Her shiny dark hair fell in waves around her shoulders, curled under at the bottom. She wore a tight black skirt that was high wasted with big silver buttons on the front that made her amazing legs look even longer. Her top wasn’t so much a top and more like something you wore under a top. It was blue and black, strapless. Tight around her little waist with a blue strip of ribbon laced down the middle, tied together at the top in a silky blue bow like she was a present and I was a kid who just wanted to tear open the wrapping and get to what was underneath. She wore pearls in each ear with a matching strand around her neck and a thick black cuff around her wrist.

“What are you...?” she started to ask, but I interrupted her again by placing a finger over her lips. They parted and she darted out her tongue to lick me. TEASE me.

“I’m not done looking at you yet,” I said. Raking my eyes over her shapely calves and then down to her feet, which were bare. She held up the back platform pumps with the bows along the back in her hand.

“I couldn’t exactly climb in these but I wanted to wear them since I haven’t worn them in a long time,” she said when she noticed what I was looking at.

“In a little while, they’re going to be all you’re wearing,” I warned.

Dre’s blush deepened from a pink to a scarlet red. She sucked in a breath, which pushed out her chest. The swells of her perfect tits peeked out over the neckline of her top. My mouth watered and my cock twitched.

Dre was everything any man could ever want.

But she was all MINE.

I groaned and took a step back from her, needing the distance to remember my plan. “As much as I want to put my hands and mouth all over you right now,” I swallowed hard, barely able to keep my control. “There is something I want to give you first.”

“I have something for you too,” she said.

“Well, by all means, you first,” I said, making a grand sweeping motion with my hand.

She smiled and curtsied. “Why thank you.” She looked down to her wrist then back up to me like she was second guessing something. Finally, she took a deep breath and unsnapped the black cuff from her wrist. She held up her arm and my eyes grew so wide I thought they’d fall out of my head.

“Do you like it?” she asked nervously, biting her lip.

“Do I...” I started, my eyes unable to believe what I was seeing. I grabbed her wrist and held it up so I could make sure what I was seeing was real. Dre had gotten a tattoo on the inside of her wrist. And not just ANY tattoo...it was a bow tie. It was feminine, gray and black. VERY Dre. “No, I don’t like it,” I said with a shake of my head. “I fucking love it.”

She smiled and bounced on her heels.

“Ray?” I asked.

“Nope, King did it. Said that he’s been staring at your bow ties most of his life so he could do it the most justice without making it look too masculine.”

She squealed when I pulled her into me and covered her lips with mine. I didn’t think my heart could grow any more but it was swelling in my chest until it felt like it was going to burst. With my tongue tangling with hers, I’d almost forgotten my purpose for the second time when Dre pulled back.

“Your turn,” she breathed.

“I don’t know if I can top that,” I said, scratching my chin. I kissed her on the lips softly. “But I’ll sure as shit try.”

Dre gasped when she saw the little black box in my hand.

She started to cry when I got down on one knee.

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