"Last night was fun," Desta says to me with a huge grin on his face, a cup of coffee in his hands, and his empty plate before him.
No, we did not have sex last night; we played "Just Dance" on his Wii, and he kicked my ass.
"Fuck off," I growl.
I've been living at Desta's house for the past two weeks, and it's been amazing.
For one, he has a pool, and after the first week of waiting for the birth control to kick in, we got to fuck bareback in the deep end of the pool.
God damn, my cunt contracts every time I think about it.
He also has many, many sex toys, all of which were brand new, even the riding crops, paddles, whips, cuffs and canes.
"I wanted to start anew with you," he said when I asked him the reason for this; that just made me melt.
Anyway, he's looking at me with amusement in his eyes over the rim of his coffee mug, when his phone vibrates from the table. He frowns, picks it up, then his eyes light up like a kid on Christmas.
"What?" I ask him eagerly.
He looks up at me with a huge grin, his russet eyes dancing with glee.
"My brother's coming back to St Andrew today. He's staying here for a few days." The smile drops suddenly from his face. "You'll be okay with that?"
"Of course, Desta. He's your brother. Why wouldn't I be okay with it?"
"Because it won't be just us anymore."
To be honest, I have been enjoying living with him alone, just the two of us. But I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want to meet his brother, and see how they interact.
"I think I'll survive," I say with a smile.
***
In the one day that he has been here, Mason has proved to be one of the sweetest people I have ever met. He has this kind, sweet smile, and he's always offering to help, always offering brotherly advice, always cracking a joke.
I can see why Desta loves him.
These are the thoughts bouncing around in my head, as I sit alone in the living room, when Mason decides to join me.
