Flipping Hearts

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Jack's POV

When I brought Peyton's bag of leftovers to her, I never imagined I would be going to bed imagining her wearing an electric blue thong, her firm butt gripped in my hands and my mouth on her breasts as her head was thrown back, her long brown hair brushing my thighs while seated securely on my rock hard cock. But that's exactly what I did. Frustration had me tossing and turning until I fell into an erotic dream filled slumber. When I woke up I was gripping my pillow and my hips were grinding into the mattress. I was covered in sweat and breathless. I sat up, scrubbing my face. What the hell was going on? For almost two years I couldn't get an erection to save my soul and after one night of touching underwear and feeling the brush of turgid nipples against my arm when Peyton brushed past me, I was not only hard, but I was humping my bed like I was fifteen all over again. I shook myself and got up. I clearly needed a good cold shower to get my shit together.

I grabbed some old jeans, a smirk curving my lips. The hard work gave me back my appetite and was putting weight back on my frame so my jeans were fitting the way they used to. I grabbed a t-shirt from the dresser and headed to the bathroom to shower. I soaped up, amazed that I was still at half mast. I considered tugging one off, but I didn't think I would be able to stand the desperation not being able to finish. I hadn't even tried jerking off for months and when I had before that I was never able to come and let me just say, that's a horrible feeling of sitting at the edge of release and go soft. I gave up after a few times of that and eventually I stopped getting even a half hearted erection.

I rinsed off and shook off the memories of those days. I was in a little better place and I planned to keep going forward. I toweled off and dressed before bounding down to the kitchen to fill myself with some of Lila's special strong coffee. I think that was how she made it through each day. Gallons of black gut busting coffee. Danny was already at the table with the boys struggling to get them to sit still long enough to eat the slices of toasted banana bread in front of them.

I grinned and had a little chuckle seeing him looking so harried. Lila was nowhere in sight, which was odd. She was usually our buffer. She made me going off to work with Peyton okay. She always had coffee ready and a kind message for me to relay to to Peyton, as Danny scowled and muttered things about his sister taking up my valuable job hunting time. The boys said good morning to me in unison. They were cute little kids, even if they were loud and almost always sticky. They reminded me of tiny versions of Danny with their dark hair and big expressive blue eyes that Danny got from his dad's genes, according to the pictures that decorated Fern's house.

It hadn't occurred to me, before that moment, if not having his father around as he raised his own family was something he felt cheated with. I wasn't close to my parents so not having them in my life was a given. But his dad had been a good guy by all accounts. Stanley Schumaker had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, was what I remember the townsfolk saying. I was only seven and didn't understand why the town was gripped by such sadness because I had never met the man and I couldn't fathom not having my dad around. He'd stopped at Ernie's Gas and Go for a pack of cigarettes after he'd finished up his third shift job at the Gillette Factory. Just like a good fifty or so Rum River Falls residents. The factory employed about half of the town. He walked in on a robbery in progress and was shot square in the chest when he startled the tweaked out teenager holding the clerk at gunpoint and died instantly.

I knew the story of what happened to their father long before Danny and I became the good pals we became once we started playing sports, because that was the kind of town Rum River Falls was. Everyone had rallied to help out the family. I remembered that my mom baked casseroles and cakes to send to them right away, my dad was part of a team that helped Fern at the end of each season to prepare for the coming season until Danny was old enough to become the official man of the house.