Chapter Four
It's late afternoon and I'm exhausted. The sun isn't setting but will soon and today I've almost completed a long line of pvc pipping that begins at the back of the house and goes straight along side the house where it used to be and, where my roses used to be before the floods took them away. Don't worry though, I'll get them back soon if all goes according to plan. In fact there's just a few more trenches to deepen and I can lay the last of what I need to connect to the main system I've also just about finished. I've been busy. Can you blame me? I had to or I was going to lose my mind thinking about the wedding and trying to pull off everything in the small time frame Randy had so thoughtfully given us. I'm so pissed about that. Even if it was our "anniversary" that he chose. Which, I believe he only chose that day because he knew the fact that he even remembered it would stun me long enough for him to dig us into such a deep whole I had no choice but to go along with it or risk watching Randy being hauled away in handcuffs. I had to play along or we were both in deep shit. So yeah, I don't really find too much of this relaxing to say the least. Especially ever since Randy started kissing me a few days ago and I'm scared and worrying what he'll want next. So I've kept myself out of the house and as busy as I can. But of course, not nearly as busy as Randy. Who I'm avoiding at all costs because he's getting on my last nerve with all the wedding talk and I swear if he makes me kiss him in front of Samantha "just for fun" again I'm going to smack the spit out of his mouth.
I can't believe they laughed. It's was not funny. It was rude. Last night Randy grabbed me and kissed me because Samantha was over "having dinner" and wanted to see it. I guess it was supposed to be a joke or something but I didn't see the humor in it. Not that I don't have a sense of humor but, they were fucking laughing at me. Why in the hell would I think that's funny? I'm uncomfortable damn it! How's that amusing?-! And excuse me for being a little weird about all of this-this kissing my best friend business! It's weird. Okay okay okay. Kissing Randy is nice and that's just fucking weird. The fact that he's so casual and I'm so nervous is weird and Samantha getting a kick out of it? Freaky! Yeah she's nice but, damn! What kind of girl gets a kick out of seeing her boyfriend make out with another man? And that's what Randy and I did too. We made out for like, a whole freaking minute and then the two of them fell to bits, laughing as I furiously swiped Randy's taste from my lips once again. Fuck he really irritates me. I love him. I do. But so help me God if that stupid jerk pushes me anymore I'm going to frickin' snap.
Today's a good day though, so far. The ground is much softer and quite cooperative today, perfect for digging my trenches. So much better than yesterday when it was as dry as a bone and I had to use the damn hose so it took me longer to do half the work I needed to do. But not today. I have the rain to thank for that as well as the rumbling storm quickly swelling towards my land in the distance. Thankfully I thought ahead and laid out several tarps over the fresh trenches as I went, securing them with big rocks that would hold firm during the nights storm. Which I can tell is going to be loud and long because from my spot on the side of the house I can see that it's massive with huge billowing black clouds that's odd shape almost reminds me of a giant wave that's growing bigger and bigger by the minute with thunder rumbling humbly outwards from the horizon. Already I can smell the rain drenched earth as a strong, earthy aroma flares in with the wind that's kicked up quite a bit in the past hour. The skies are still bright with sunshine but the sun will quickly lose the battle and be lost behind the black clouds barreling towards my land as lightening fiercely begins to rip and tear violently across the sky. It's beautiful. Even I who have lost everything to a flood can still stop and admire such a beautiful, natural force of destruction.
Still though, I hope it doesn't flood again, otherwise I may never get this place back into shape. Or my life. It's been so hard since the floods came and tore my land and stables apart, creating chaos that's taken me ages to recover from because I'm too damn broke to fix it any faster. I work on it everyday but I'm only one man and I simply can't do it all, especially since the insurance company wouldn't cover the loss of my stable. (I was lucky they even cut a check for damages to my house.) So this is all out of pocket work at this point and it's not my pockets. It's Randy's...Because I totally suck.
I swear I'll pay him back some day. And marrying him for a year won't even begin to cover how much I owe him but I hope it's a decent start. I figure. After our year is up I don't know what his plans are but if he sticks around I'll pay him back when I get my business back up and running and things can go back to the way they were before everything went to shit. And of course before I lost my beautiful horses that would have won their races and their offspring would have been worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and I wouldn't be so fucking broke right now. I'd be fucking set.
They chose Antifreeze. That's how I know they were poisoned and purposely taken from me. Randy said I was crazy but I tested their food and someone fed my true, beautiful companions antifreeze. My heart aches just to think about it. Those fucking monsters. They didn't have to hurt them to get to me, I would have sold my land in a second if I had known they would take it so far as to kill three innocent animals! I would have handed the keys over and gone some place safe but there's no chance for that now! I'm fucking stuck! And I know it sounds jaded but most days as I look out of the ruins of my life I wish that they had poisoned me instead.
I drop to my knees, smashing into the mud like I've done a hundred times today; I've got my hand shovel on the ground and ready to go beside me. It and me have been down in the dirt all day but, we're ready for more. I'm filthy, my jeans completely caked in mud down the front and long ago I'd ditched my shirt so I'm spattered with mud just about everywhere I'm sure. But fuck it. My work helps me forget and that's all I want to do right now. Forget and let go. Because fuck maybe then the nightmares will stop and I can find rest peaceful rather than fearful or, terrifyingly as it can be at times when I'm stressed and my night terror's are at their worst. It's sad, I know. My age should stop my dreams but it doesn't. So I'm a grown man who's terrified by his nightmares and I've given up on running from them because no matter what I do they own me completely. Pathetic? Fuck whoever says so because they don't know shit about my nightmares. I see my horses, their dead faces forever burned into my brain the night I found them down in their stalls. Fuck I can still hear my own screams when I found them...My own blood curdling, harrowing screams that haunt me from time to time...
It's getting better though, with Randy's help. But sometimes I dream of my parents and the horrible day when I got the news that they were dead and I ran away and fell down a steep hill and broke my leg only, in my dreams when I fall it's either off a huge cliff that I'm being pushed from and I plummet to my death, waking before I hit the ground or water or, jagged rocks below. I relive each moment over and over and anyone who says I'm pathetic is wrong because they know nothing of the real pain and anguish I experience during them and they have no right to judge me even if they did. Because we all gave our fears, mine just come alive in my dreams. So I can wake up afraid all I want... Embarrassing as it might be. At least Randy's never laughed though. But, he has come running to my rescue a few times during the night when I failed to wake up on my own and that was embarrassing enough. Imagine being woken up because you were screaming in your sleep and finding yourself deep in the arms of another man, and your best friend...
I chase my thoughts away and concentrate on my work. Not much time left before I have to grab the tarp and head inside...And no need to bring up old, painful memories...
"Good afternoon, Mr. Rhodes." Shit. Unfortunately I know that voice. "There's quite a storm coming this way isn't there?"
I sigh as I sit back on my heels, readying a glare because for one I hate this guy and two I'm well aware of the fucking storm rapidly building in the east, threatening to undo all my work in a matter of seconds. I know it's there. He knows that I know it's there, why ask me about it? Dumbass. "What the hell do you want? I thought I told you asshole's not to come around here anymore?" Fuck that I know I told them to stop coming because I ALWAYS fucking tell them!-! And they never fucking listen! Especially Alberto. A tall, suave, dark haired, dark skinned with bright brown eyes asshole who get's on my last god damn nerve because I'm so sick of seeing his stupid face. He's just an errand boy for the big boys at the office but still, I despise him just as much as I do the rest of the asshole's who are pressuring me to sell my families land.
"Easy, Mr. Rhodes, I'm just here to check up on you."
Excuse me?-! He's hear to check up on me?-! I glare at him, noting he's definitely over dressed as usual. Fucking liar. He's here to pressure me about selling! "Yeah well let me make this really easy for you, Alberto, I'm not interested." I'm so sick of this shit. I just want these fuckers to leave me the fuck alone! "You can tell your boss that once again I'm NOT looking to sell so he can take his offer a shove it, got that?" Fuck! That clear enough?-!
"He's increased the offer-"
"I don't care! I'm NOT selling!" I stab the shovel into the ground with a frustrated growl, "How many times do I have to say that before you assholes fucking get it?-! I don't want his money! I want my fucking land and I want you people to leave me the fuck alone!" Why can't they?-! There's plenty of other "prime real estate" they could try to get their hands on! And I've said no for two years and I'm not going to change my mind so why keep fucking with me? Why keep pressuring me over some fucking strip mall they want to build over my mass of open fields I used to ride in before THEY killed my fucking horse?-! God I fucking HATE these assholes!-!
"Ah, you see, I can't do that, Mr. Rhodes." Alberto says and he's almost slow about it as he struggles through his thick accent. "The boss is certain that every man has his price and, he is determined to find yours. Tell me though, do you hate having money?"
I roll my eyes hard at his question. "You're such a dumbass, Alberto." Of course I don't hate money, I just want to get it by working for it. And I mean real work like I used to do and not the errand boy shit like Alberto does. Fuck him. He wouldn't understand or even begin to because he does nothing but harass people out of their house and homes to pad his pocket. And not to mention he's a complete and utter dumbass. How he manages to dress himself in those charcoal slacks, black silk shirt and jacket and those fancy black loafers, I'll never know.
"I just thought you might hate the money since you have turned down more money than you would have made in a year running your horses here. I just wanted a reason-"
"Get off my property, we're done here."
"Mr. Rhodes-"
"It's CODY!" I snap. I've had enough and he needs to fucking LEAVE! "My name is CODY! Mr. Rhodes is my father and he's dead, you stubborn ass! Now get the fuck off my land or wish you had!"
Alberto frowns, his bright eyes darkening slightly. "Is that a threat?"
I smirk but my anger is not forgotten. This just got interesting. "No, but I'm sure you'd just hate it if those fancy loafers of yours were ruined." I say and snatch the hand shovel free from the mud. Without taking my eyes off of Alberto's suspicious brown eyes I scoop a massive amount of mud onto the hand shovel and arch a brow. "Your call, Alberto, you want fancy mud-filled loafers? Or are you going to fuck off and leave me alone?" I'm serious. I'll dump the whole shovel of wet mud on his pretty black shoes and be happy to do it!
"Cody, there's no need for this, really." Alberto says and I start to tilt the slender handle in my hand, my smirk widening as mud slowly beginnings to slide downwards towards the expensive leather beneath it. God I'd love to fuck him up but this will have to do. Maybe next time when I'm not on my knees...
"Cody, please, just hear me out? You don't have to say yes to any deal, I just want you to know the facts!"
Oh really? "Facts? You want facts?-! I've got some for you!" I drop the shovel full of mud and lunge upwards onto my feet. He wants to talk facts does he?-! "How about the fact that I've told both you and your boss that I don't want to sell probably about a hundred times and you dumb fuck's keep coming back with more money that I don't want! Or what about the fact that if I do sell it would never be to the likes of you or your fucking boss!" I push my finger hard into his chest, "You're the scum of the earth and I'd rather sell my land for a nickel to a bigot red neck than to the likes of your sorry ass because what about the FACT that I KNOW that it was your company that poisoned my horses?-!" I give his chest another hard poke and I'm triumphant when he steps back and covers himself where I'd hurt him. "You can tell your boss that he should have poisoned me instead because I will never EVER sell to that ugly son of a bitch! EVER!" And that's a promise! Those stupid bastards should have killed me because they can have my land over my dead body!
I take a deep breath, gritting my teeth and try to calm down. Shit. I should watch my mouth. Too late now! I flick my eyes about Alberto's startled face and can't help but wonder, would his company try to kill me too? Really? I look hard, searching Alberto's brown eyes for any sign of evil or horror like I find in the other men from his office but find nothing of the sort. He looks kind and too gentled to be so savage. I relax my jaw, shaking my head slowly. No, Alberto wouldn't kill me. But, would the others? Really?-?
Surely not...I'm sure...
I step back, glaring Alberto up and down and size him up anyway. I can take him. Granted I don't fight much or really know how but, I'm strong and my reflexes are fast. So I can take the stiff rich guy down no problem...I hope.
Alberto's face suddenly grows dark, and very serious. "Look! Just take this!" He demands as he reached into his jacket and pulls out a dark green folder he had hidden within and pushes it to my chest. "It's not an offer or a proposal, trust me. You need to read-"
"I don't have to read shit." I stop him, "You need to leave!" I take the folder but I'll throw it out just as soon as he leaves because I can only imagine the amount of bullshit within it. Not a proposal my ass. Trust him? Yeah right!
Alberto shakes his head and his eyes suddenly dart about as if he means to tell me something but won't or can't until he know's it's safe. Whatever, I don't care. I don't have time for this and he's wasted like, five minutes of my life I won't get back. Five. Whole. Minutes.
I take another step away but Alberto follows and I frown in disgust. "Are you fucking deaf?-!" I snarl, "LEAVE!"
"No, not until I know you'll read the file!"
"Fine I will if it will get you off my property!-!"
"It's really pertinent that you do sooner than later!"
Oh for fucks sake! "I said I will!" Fuck, man! Fucking dumbass! Why won't he just fucking leave?-!
"Good." Alberto says as he suddenly looks around cautiously, "But tell no one where you got it, comprende? That would be bad for the both of us."
My head jerks back in surprise."What do you mean 'bad for both of us'?" I glance down at the folder against my chest, "What's so-"
"Just read it, and tell no one where you got it from." Alberto steps back, his face serious as his eyes scan the horizon around us. What the fuck is he looking for something? Or someone?-? And why can't I tell anyone where I got the folder from? We both know it's just another offer for my land! So what's he acting so fucking weird for?-! "Alberto-"
"Just read the file, Cody, before you run out of time."
What the fuck?-! Run out of time?-! I frown and open my mouth to demand and explanation but Alberto turns and start to leave. I go after him, clutching the folder to my chest, "Wait! What do you mean by run out of time? What's going on, Alberto?-!" He's normally so polite and almost sweet and I used to think it was just an act but seeing him act this way today just seems wrong. I can't trust him but something's definitely not right here!
"Just read it." He kept going so I move ahead and try to cut him off but just as smoothly Alberto side steps me entirely and passes. Damn it! "Wait! Hang on!" Why is he in such a hurry to leave when I don't want him to and yet when I do want him to go he won't? Fuck! This guy's got it all backwards! "Alberto!" Dumbass!
"Read. It." Alberto emphasizes hard over his shoulder, very close to his massive black suburban parked in front of the house that was probably clean before it came here but now it's bottom is caked with mud. Serves him right! Fuck man he shouldn't even have come here to begin with!-!
But, he is here! And he;s up to something! Alberto's normally so tight-lipped and careful with his words and he is now but, at the same time he's trying to tell me something. But what? Maybe he knows something important that he just, can't share?-! But then, what's the in the folder and why give it to me?-! "You know something, don't you? About me?-! About my land?-!" He ignores me but I keep up as I yank the folder out and open, flashing over a bunch of legal jargon and what looks like a table of test results that I don't understand. It looks like a foreign language! I scowl and look up, finding Alberto a few good steps ahead of me and snap the folder shut.
I chase after him, catching up with my curiosity peaked and I can't help the ominous sinking feeling in my gut. What is this all about? What am I not seeing here?-!
Alberto reaches for the door to his suburban and I can't stop him from opening it, but I grab his arm, "Alberto wait! Answer me!"
Alberto jerks my hand from his arm quickly, glancing at me as he moves to climb into the drivers seat. "Goodbye, Cody." He gets in, plopping into the drivers seat and reaches for the door but I'm quick this time and I step in the way, pinning me between him and the door. "No! You wait just a damn minute!" I snarl, "You people have been fucking with me for years and the least you can do is be honest!" I throw the folder aside and grab his fancy jacket by it's edges along his chest and yank him towards me as if I would pick him out of the suburban and toss him over the top. Heh. I'm tempted. SOOOO tempted. "You're going to answer me god damn it!"
"I can't!" Alberto seems to lose his complete control as his face twists into a snarl of his own. "Just read the fucking file, Cody!"
"No, fuck that!" I shake my head angrily. "Tell me what's going on! What's this folder saying?-! What's with all the testing?-!"
"I can not say! Please, I must go! I risk too much being here as it is!"
"Risk what?-!" I refuse to let him leave without an answer! "Tell me!"
"Enough! Go! Read the file and be sure to share it with your fiance!"
I freeze, my heart dropping to my stomach. What did he just say?-! My fiance?-! Oh god!-! How did he know that?-! I look away, smothering my shame shame as I take a breath, fighting to keep from shaking. This is fucking freaky. Because I-I never told anyone from his office that Randy and I were getting married..."How-how do you know about-about that?" What the fuck is Mr. Springfield spreading our business around? Is that what's in the folder?-?
I focus my glare on Alberto who still hasn't answered me. Of course he hasn't. "Fucking coward." I accuse and I must have hit a nerve because his face darken, his eyebrows dipping into a silent snarl. Oops.
Alberto covers my hands on my jacket but only for a split second before they shot up and took hold of my head, his strong fingers curling into my short hair but found a firm grip as he pulls me towards him. I can't stop him, he's too strong, his hold too hard! I stumbled against him, gasping as suddenly his lips touch mine. What the fuck?-! His hands pull harder as his tongue slips into my mouth. My heart stops. My eyes are so wide they hurt.
Alberto is fucking KISSING me!-! His tongue is in my mouth, wrapping and swirling against mine and dipping towards the back of my throat almost as well as Randy's! WHAT THE FUCK?-!
Shock holds me, I can't even breathe! This just can't be happening!
Somehow I jerk back and thankfully he lets me go; I hit the door and stumble as it gives way and I spill away from the truck, too stunned to stop any of it. I can't believe it! I mean what the fuck he just fucking kissed me! He kissed me!-! I take a few more steps back, my eyes still wide as Alberto slams the door shut and brought the suburban to life, revving the engine quickly. I cover my mouth, touching my lips that tingle from his kiss...His kiss. Alberto just fucking kissed me! I close my eyes and turn away, tearing my hand from my mouth and take a much needed deep breath. Should I be mad? Should I be outraged? I don't know, I'm just too fucking stunned.
I hear the crushing dirt and mud of Alberto peeling out of the soggy driveway but don't turn around to see him go. I don't want to. Because fuck that asshole! Who in the hell does he think he is kissing me like that?-! Fuck even if I was actually engaged to Randy that would be so wrong of him to do but the fact that I'm not doesn't make me any less outraged!-! Alberto kissed me! He fucking KISSED me!
Thunder booms over me and I feel the first cool drops of drain splash against my skin and jerk out of the shock seemingly had my feet glued to the ground. I furious wipe at my mouth as I turn to find the discarded file before it's ruined. I scoop it from the ground with a furious sweep of my arm. God damn it I'm so sick of the men in my life! From the asshole Mr. Springfield to the deaf, ignorant asshole at the land developers office I'm fucking SICK of men! Which is pretty fucked up seeing as how I am one! But fuck when you've got about half a dozen idiots breathing down your neck and kissing you everywhere you turn you get a little FED UP. To say the least!
I jerk as another drop of rain splashes against my shoulders and quickly pull the file closer to my chest, I decide to give it another peek. Time to see what Alberto was carrying on about...That and, I'd really like to forget that he kissed me. Seriously I don't need to dwell on how nice it was or how he might have surprised me or how a part of me wishes it had lasted just a little bit longer. I'm fighting it and I'd freak out but I seem to have forgotten how after a part of me wishes so hard that Alberto's kiss had been more like-like Randy's kiss; slow, hard, deep...passionate...And what that means? I'm pretending I don't know. I have to. Because I can't make sense of why the only part of me that doesn't like it when Randy kisses me. And that's the voice in my head telling me he's going to leave me anyway. It tells me the truth that even if I did like it, even if I want to have more and explore how good his kisses feel with Randy that it wouldn't do me any good. Because he's just going to leave in the end. He'll leave and never come back and forget all about me and my bullshit...Just like everyone else.
Okay Cody, think about something else. Think about the folder. Think about what's in and not who gave it to you!
I open it a little more, scanning over the first page that says something about my address and the urgency to move my dwelling...Wait. Move my dwelling? What the? I start to open it more but the rain is here, the down pour rushing towards me hard. Shit. I snap the file shut and clutch it tight to my chest. Fuck this. I wouldn't know what it said beyond that anyway! But I should! Because what I read can't be right, they can't be serious! Moving my dwelling?-! As in demolishing it?-!
I turn and run inside to find Randy, once again rushing to the den, "Randy!" I shout because I'm panicking and I can't seem to control the volume of my voice. "Randy!" I hope I'm wrong. I hope to God those bastards at the land developers office aren't trying to fuck up my house! "RANDY!-!"
"What?-!" Randy shouts from the den after a moment and I pick up the pace, taking long, quick strides with the folder clutched tightly in my hand. Maybe he will know what it says? Or at least some of it because I don't know anything about land surveys or how they could be used when trying to "move a dwelling"! And if Randy doesn't know that then he'll probably know where to look to find answers! I look down at the folder, swiping at some mud along the edges as I approach the den. "You gotta see this!" I shout to him as I round the doorway, and run smack dab into Randy. "Jesus, Codes!" I step on his feet as we collide and his chest knocked the folder from my hands, sending paper flying gracefully in every direction. Fuck!-!
Stunned I stumble back but somehow I find myself diving to the floor to gather the papers, rapidly scanning over the pages I don't understand as I scramble to bring them back together. "Sorry!" I say but I so don't care. Because shit! Everything's out of order and I don't even know what they say so I don't even know where to begin on fixing them! "Sorry!" I say again as I shake my head but don't stop scooping paper together, "I wasn't watching where I was going-"
"I'd say! You came running in here like your ass was on fire!" Randy says down to me but quickly bends to help me gather the remainder of the papers, frowning as he gave each one he collected a quick glance. "What is this? You had a land survey done?"
"No!" I claim but let out a confused, frustrated huff. Fuck. "I don't know! Alberto just came by and dropped this off but told me not to tell anyone where I got it from." I stand, stuffing the file as neatly as I can and hand it to him. I'm not going to tell him about the kiss, not yet. "It's a land survey?" I really have no clue. It just looks like a bunch of numbers and big words I don't understand because I've never seen such a thing.
That and truthfully I can't think straight after Alberto's kiss. I know, I should be worried about the jeopardy of my home but I'm so confused right now. And it was-it was okay but I'm pretty sure Randy would have a good laugh and I don't want to become pissed off with Randy when I'm trying to get the big lug to help me with this damn file. And also, I really don't want to be laughed at right now. Randy would laugh. And I would hit him. How is this helpful?
"I think so." Randy says as he holds the folder open against one hand while he flips through it with the other. "But you'd only have a land survey like this done if you were looking for something beneath the soil, not what you want to put above it..." He frowns but doesn't look up. "Alberto gave you this?"
I nod, "Yeah, you just missed him. I tried to get him to explain but he got all weird and started looking around like someone's watching us and he even warned me to read the file before we "run out of time"."
"Run out of time?" Randy looks up in surprise, "What does that mean? Run out of time for what?"
"The hell if I know!" I shake my head rapidly. "He wouldn't say! He just kept telling me to read the file and wouldn't tell me anything about it!" Wait, that's not right. "Oh wait, he said it wasn't another offer and that...and that he wanted me to know the facts! Yeah! That's it! That's what he said!"
"That's it?"
"Yeah, that's it."
"And...You came running in here because Alberto gave you a file?"
"Oh...Well, yeah." Not exactly. "That and, he knows we're engaged!"
Randy tilts his head with a confused frown as he looks up from the file, "So? What's the problem with that?"
Shit. "Nothing!" I say quickly because I really don't want to have a fight over how nervous all of this has made me. Not again. "But don't you think it's strange that he even knows?-?"
"Not really."
"Well I do! We haven't told anyone besides a few of our friends and Sam's and yet somehow they fucking know we're getting married? That doesn't seem strange to you at all?-!"
"No." Randy repeats but a little angrier this time, "They probably spoke to Mr. Springfield and you shouldn't be freaking out like this, Cody. I thought you said you were going to work on this?"
I scowl. What the fuck! Of course it's strange that Alberto knows we're getting married! Is Randy even listening to himself right now? WHY would Alberto's boss have spoken to Mr. Springfield to begin with?-! They had nothing to do with our lives and yet, they know?-! That's fucking strange to me! And let's not forget the kiss! Let's see how Randy feels about THAT! I cross my arms hard against my chest, "I am working on it." I assure him, "But it's pretty fucking strange to me that they even know about us and it's even more strange that not only did Alberto give me some weird file but also that he fucking kissed me!"
Randy's eyes grow wide, his bright blue pupils darkening with something I don't recognize, "What?"
"You heard me." I nod once to confirm and arch a brow. "He kissed me. Still think this shit isn't weird?"
Randy's head jerked back but his eyes darken, the bright blue irises storming with a mixture of something he quickly hides. "Hold up. Let me read this." He suddenly snaps and glares hard at the pages in the folder, his hands tightening around it hard enough that the edges crinkle and bend beneath his fingers. I watch him read the pages, the veins in his neck slowly rising to the surface and pulsing, joining the throbbing monster protruding from his temple. What the hell? Is he mad? At me?-!
"They're watching us." Randy suddenly lowers the folder and snaps it shit, his eyes fixing on the window, glaring hard into the distance. The rain slowed, but there is surely more to come. "The rest of the papers I don't really understand but they ARE watching us. Maybe not right now but they have been."
My jaw drops. Fucking WHAT?-! That is so not what I expected to hear! "They're spying on us?-!" What the fuck?-! "How do you know?-!"
"Because there's a time-line of things we did and places we went and they're all dated as if someone was taking notes, daily notes." He says, opening the file again as he turns away but it's not to be rude; he finds his chair by the window and carefully takes a seat, deeply engrossed in the pages that made absolutely no sense to me. I wish it had though because then I could have questioned Alberto about that too!...Not that it would have done me any good, I think. I mean he was too busy shoving his tongue down my throat to listen...Like someone else I know...
"I don't know what some of this stuff means but from the looks of it someone has done a dig test. That's where they send a drill down into the ground and collect sample of the soil for testing and I can't say what for but it was important enough for the land developers to perform it..." He trailed off but doesn't look up so I know he's not finished. "And as far as them watching us the papers are a bit out of order but I'd say that's something new..."
I join him by the window but gaze outwards over my land of rolling hills and tall grass that's in terrible need of a good mowing. It's relaxing but this time it so doesn't calm my worries. Because I can't help but feel like we're being watched. I mean if what Randy is saying is true then we very well could be! "How new?" I ask softly because I can't muster anything higher. "How long would you say they've been watching?"
"Like two, three weeks maybe." Shit.
I lean forward towards the window and catch myself on the ledge because I can't breathe and I need something to hold onto. Because FUCK. They've been watching us? Why? What good did it do them to fucking spy on us and better yet why did Alberto tell me about it?-! I shake my head and become dizzy. Shit I can't deal with this right now. The wedding is two weeks away and I've got way too much to be anxious about as it is! I don't need this shit looming over us! "Does it say why?"
"No, not that I've seen..."
Great. Just fucking great.
"Alberto really kissed you?"
"Yes." I laugh nervously and feel myself blush. Why would he ask me that? I'm freaked out enough as it is!
"Like, on the cheek real quick-"
"No like on my lips and his tongue down my throat." I cut him off and get it out before he can ask about the rest. Might as well..."Like how you kiss me..."
"Oh..."
"Yeah..." Oh? Oh?-! That's it? That's all he has to say?-! I roll my eyes and bite my tongue. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. It's not like he and I are actually together and hey, at least he's not laughing...Yet.
"Let's give them something to watch."
"Huh?" I turn and find Randy standing behind me and so suddenly I gasp. When did he get up?-!
"I said, let's give them something to watch." He repeats, his eyes glued to my lips. "You know, a show, babe." Randy lowers his voice and I tense because I know where he's going with this. He wants us to kiss in front of the window.
No, uh-uh. Not right now. I shake my head but he's already on me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against his chest. "Let's give them something good to write about."
"Randy-"
"Shhhh." Randy quiets me, "Just turn around..."
Gulp. Okay so maybe I don't know where he's going with this. I'd have to be facing the other way for any kissing! And wait just damn minute here! How did we go from talking about a land survey to him kissing me anyway! There's no one here and if they're watching us surely they can't see us all the way up here! "What do you mean turn around?" I question first with a suspicious glare. "What for?"
"I already told you." He states as he looks down at me hard, smiling though and I can tell he's already amused to see me squirm. "Let's give them something to watch."
"Why? Don't we give them enough to watch when we're out in public and you stick your tongue down my throat?-!"
Randy laughs softly, squeezing me tight. "Hey it's got everyone fooled, doesn't it?"
"YES." Oh yeah everyone's fooled alright! We've got the whole damn town thinking we're actually getting married and now I get soooo many "told you's"! Asshole. He had better not rub this shit in!
"Okay so then, turn around, Codes. We'll give whoevers watching a good show-"
"Why?-! Who cares who's watching! Everyone already thinks we're gay!" And doesn't he care that there's someone WATCHING us? Doesn't he care that it might be a dangerous fact?-!
"Just do it." Randy urges and forcibly starts to turn me around with another laugh, "We'll keep it short and simple and worry about the rest after I take the file to a friend and see what's really going on, alright? Now, turn around."
"O...Kaaay." I agree hesitantly because I don't have a choice, turning towards the window and he instantly pressed his mouth to the side my neck and kisses me there. My eyes flutter and my stomach tightens anxiously. He's lucky there's a storm so I can't finish my work on the trenches today, otherwise I woudn't have time for this shit, nor the patients! But hey cut me some slack. I've been doing very well with all of this and over the past week I've kissed Randy in front of people like, ten times already! That's awesome right? I did it and didn't freak and each time it gets easier and easier! But, no tongue though (although that doesn't mean Randy didn't try) we mostly stuck to hanging on each other and I allow for quick, but convincing "tender" kisses that had Samantha giggling and fawning over us like a little girl who just got her first set of adorable puppies. God that girl is so crazy. Crazy in a good way but still, crazy. I mean she's gone overboard planning our reception and Randy's even let her take over a part of the wedding arrangements! In fact the last time I heard the flowers were being changed from tulips to blue roses and they just had to match the centerpieces.
...Centerpieces? Like I give a fuck or know what that means but blue roses are going overboard! I mean hell, normal red roses would be just fine but Samantha is really getting into all of this and damn it, it's fucking creepy! I mean why in the hell is she so excited for me to marry her boyfriend? That's just weird, man! Weird and creepy!
"Hey, are you listening to me?"
Huh?-? "No, Sorry..." I keep doing that. Whenever he's touching me like this my mind goes away or in this case I'm thinking about Samantha because I can't seem to cope with Randy touching me like this. I wish I could and I wish I could make it seem easy like he does but I can't stay calm any other way. I have to distract myself or-or I'll like, totally spaz out and ruin everything. I think. I mean so far I've done alright but I think that's only because I force my mind else where and truthfully, I only do that because I don't want to face the reality of what we're doing when he touches me...Or how oddly good it feels sometimes...And how shameful I feel afterwards.
"I said, bend a little..." Randy whispers and I do. What in the hell is he doing now?
I start to look back but just as I turn my head Randy suddenly rams himself against my ass hard and sends me bouncing against the window ledge. What the fuck?-! That fucking hurt! I try to jerk around but Randy goes it again and this time there's no mistaking what I feel dig into my backside. It's him. His-His...dick. I feel myself pale. "What are you doing?-!" I gasp hard as he does it harder and follows it with another and another and another. Randy grunts, jerking faster and making me smack against the window. "Trying to make it look like we're fucking." He rasps and his tone is distant with fierce concentration. "If they want to watch us then we'll give them something to watch!"
Say what?-! "Randy, wait, this is kind of crazy." This is so NOT happening right now. "We don't need to hump in front of the window to prove anything-"
"Now is not the time for your nerves, Cody!" Randy interjects and his tone is angry, demanding even. "Just do this with me!" What the fuck? Is he shouting at me?-! "But this isn't going to prove anything, Randy! And we don't know if they're even watching us right now!" Damn it this could be for nothing! I don't want to risk that! If he would just take a second to stop and think about the awkwardness! Or the shame! "They could be!" Randy growls in a tone I've never heard from him before, "And that's enough for me!-!" He slows but doesn't stop as I struggle with my nerves and already I can feel myself starting to falter under his glare. This isn't fair. What about what I want?-!
"It's not enough for me!" I try to object but Randy's eyes are burning with such desperation and anger I can't really tell him no. "Fuck!" I curse him as I tear my head towards the window. I should tell him no and I want to but damn it I can't. Not if it means that much to him...I-I guess. "You had better not tell Sam." I give in and warn him angrily and he agrees but the intensity doesn't leave his voice and I can't stop my stomach from quivering.
"I won't say a word.." Randy assures me, "This is just between us and them." That's nice. Too bad it doesn't make me feel any better!
I close my eyes and try to relax as he resumes humping my ass. It's crude but, that's what he's doing; humping my ass and ramming his junk up against me hard enough that I can feel it and damn it if he isn't hung like a fucking horse. And I'll be damned if he doesn't know what he's doing; grinding slow but hard, his thrusts sharp and precise and steady...Fuck!-!
Damn him. This isn't fair! I let my hands tighten around the ledge of the window as I shake my head, fighting several, angry snarls as Randy forces me to bend even further for him and spread my legs. I fight it but he jerks harder and I have no choice but to move, biting back a gasp as he increases his speed and nearly smashes me face first into the window. Jesus! "Easy!" I snarl over my shoulder and he laughs a quick 'sorry' and closes his eyes. I glare at him. What the fuck is he getting into this act too?-! Fuck, man! How in the hell does he fucking DO that?-! How can he pretend to be screwing me and make it look so god damn easy?-! "Asshole!" It's so not fair how much easier this is for him than it is for me! It really isn't!
I slap my hands against the window and push back but not too hard in fear that we might break it. "You can't be serious!" I say because I'm sorry but I just can't take this. I wiggle about to try and escape and I'm startled to hear myself sound so breathless. What the hell am I holding my breath?-?
Fuck of course I'm holding my breath, I can feel every inch of him! I feel him hit my ass so hard, pushing between my cheeks and touching me with his wide dick and in such a sensitive place my groin begins to stir...
"Fucking hell!" I curse him as my knees start to shake and I feel my stomach tightening with something that makes me gasp and my cock throb. Oh god, am I getting turned on by this?-! Really?-! "Hurry the fuck up!" No, no that just can't be right!
"Come on, Cody!" Randy snarls as he tightens his hands on my hips and doesn't even give me a second to catch my fucking breath. "Just a little bit longer and we can fall to the floor and stop!"
"No!-!" I whine as I bring my arm up and place it against the window, bracing my forehead against it to keep from bumping the window. I can't do this. My legs can barely hold me. My heart is pounding. I can't breathe. And I'm fucking HARD.
"Fuck, Cody!" Randy shouts but I can't respond, my groin burning with shameful desire so suddenly I almost fall. Randy holds me up, slamming me against the window but pulling me against his dick at the same time so he grinds his thick cock between my cheeks. I shudder hard, my eyes threatening to roll back into my head.
Fuck fuck fuck! I hiss and let out a moan, I can't help it. It shouldn't but this feels so fucking good. He's big and hard and even though he's not actually inside me I can almost feel him. I feel him pushing his way inside and filling me with every inch he's so savagely ramming against me. I feel him pushing inside and fucking me with everything he has even though I know, I have no idea how that truly feels and that this pales in comparison...
Wait. What?-! What am I thinking?-! "Stop!" I push back on him but it's a mistake because it only makes my groin surge harder and he rams into my body more than before. And he doesn't stop. "Randy, enough!" I snarl but he must be fucking deaf because he doesn't and after a few more thrusts I know he doesn't plan to anytime soon. Because he's ignoring me now. He must be! "Randy!-!" My cries do nothing but fuel him and my tightening groin that's throbbing harder and harder, twitching painfully for attention I have to fight not to give it. I want to though. Fuck I want to reach into my dirty jeans and take myself into my hand and jack off till I explode! Oh fuck me!-! He has to stop! He has to stop NOW!-!-! "Randy! Please!" Oh god!-! Why is my body doing this to me?-! Why is HE doing this to me?-! Why can't he just fucking STOP?-!
His dick hits my hole through out jeans and my chest tightens, my body readying for release I'm desperately fighting. I'm going to lose. I'm begging him to stop but he won't and he's going to humiliate me. Again! "Please..." I beg. "Randy!" After a moment I bury my face into my arm, smearing hot, angry tears down my cheeks. I give up. He's too into it and-and it's too late!
With a few more thrusts my dick surges with ecstasy and before I can take a full breath I tense hard...And I erupt. My dick spurts and I shriek and thrash against my arm and the window, my legs giving way all together but still Randy holds me up yet again and I spill shamefully into my jeans...
He stops. "C-Cody?" He's breathless, "You okay?"
I want to die. It's too late for that now Randy! You've humiliated me once again only this time I may not be able to forgive you for this! I freeze, shaking uncontrollably against the window, gritting my teeth as I swallow various whimpers and moans as my body finishes it's climax.
I keep my face in my arm, panting hard as I hide in it as far as I can. Oh god have mercy look what he's fucking done to me!
"Cody?-?"
Fuck! I hate him!
I hate him! I hate him! I HATE HIM! I jerk my arm down, still breathless and lightheaded but don't lift my gaze. I can't. I couldn't bare to look at him right now. "Get away from me!-!"
"Shit... Codes...I'm sorry!." He's so breathless he can barely speak. "I-I didn't mean to-"
"Fuck you!" I rage, my body burning with such SHAME. "You stupid asshole!" I lash out as I whirl around and shove him out of my way and dash passed him. God damn it I told him to stop! I begged him!
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