Part 12 (2/2)

”Where is his grave, I'll put the quarter on it.” I told him, turning to start back into the cemetery.

I stopped once I realized Sebastian wasn't following me. ”Are you coming?” I asked, turning around.

He looked like he really wanted to, so I decided to keep walking and let him catch up. Not that I knew where I was going, but, eventually, Sebastian would tell my where to go. I knew he'd know. He may not visit it, but he'd know exactly where it was.

His large hand circled around the top fleshy part of my arm, and turned me until I was pointed towards the correct direction. We walked for another 500 yards until we came to a row that was near the back of the cemetery itself.

”Fifteen graves down.” He instructed.

He turned to go, but I stopped him when I grabbed the hand in his back pocket. He stopped where he was, but didn't turn around. So I reached into his pocked, pulled out all of his change, and started walking, counting carefully.

The fifteenth grave was excessively decorated, as if the wife came to visit the grave, and kept flowers there constantly. The grave marker read Jason Ray Merhens, 1982-2006.

Squatting down to my haunches, I let my hand open until I could see the coins, grabbed a quarter, and pocketed the others. Placing the quarter at the very edge of the grave.

”Don't give up on him. He'll visit one day.” I whispered, brus.h.i.+ng a fleck of dirt off the stone, before standing up and heading back to my man who was nearly all the way back at the gates.

I caught up to him at the truck. He was leaning against the side of it, arms crossed, and hat pulled down low. ”Let's go get something to eat, big boy.”

”Where?” He rasped, going to my door and opening it for me.

Once I was in my seat, I turned in the open door and studied Sebastian's haggard face. ”Anywhere. I'll go anywhere with you.”

Chapter 12.

I'm going to h.e.l.l in every religion.

-Baylee's latest diary entry Baylee The ringing of my phone woke me.

My eyes peeled open, and I glared at the offending object that was omitting the most obnoxious sound I'd ever heard.

Sadly, it was my mother and I couldn't ignore it. Otherwise, she would keep calling until I finally answered.

I hit the answer b.u.t.ton and let my hand fall back to the bed.

”h.e.l.lo?” I mumbled with face still partially smashed into the pillow.

”Hi, pumpkin. Who're you sleeping with?” She asked with a smile.

My eye snapped open; I looked behind me before looking back to my phone, and realized that my mother was on the freaking screen, looking at a very naked Sebastian at my back.

”My, my.” She said with a bright smile. ”He's in excellent shape.”

I snorted, pulled the sheet up from the floor, and placed it directly over Sebastian's most significant endowment.

”Yes, he sure is. What can I help you with?” I asked as my head started to clear of the fog that sleeping deeply always produced.

My mom smiled. ”Your dad used to have abs like that. G.o.d, he used to be so very handsome. But then we had you, and I got fat, and then your daddy said if I was allowed to gain weight, then he was allowed to also. Is this the Sebastian boy your brother's been talking about?”

My brother was such a little s.h.i.+t.

No. He was a big s.h.i.+t.

There was a difference.

Standing up, taking the comforter with me to conceal my own nakedness, I walked out of the hotel's large room and into the bathroom. I closed the door quietly, trying not to wake Sebastian, seeing as we'd only just gone to bed a little over three hours ago.

The man had been bound and determined to forget why he'd come to Oklahoma. And he'd used my body to help him forget.

Just thinking about the night we'd just shared made heat rise to my cheeks.

”Wow, you should really use some foundation on those hickeys. You don't want to have people staring at that all day.” My mom advised, making my eyes snap to the mirror.

Sure enough, I did have a very large hickey on the side of my neck, where my shoulder met my neckline. I also had beard burn on both sides of my neck, and a couple of places on my chest that I could see.

”Wow.” I said, surprised.

”I just wanted to call and tell you that dad and I got new phones. I found this little feature this morning when Katy called me using it. Your brother had told me about it last night, and I'd intended to use it to call her later, except she surprised me first. Your brother probably got a little bit of an eye full.”

I knew I shouldn't ask, but my insane curiosity goaded and nudged until I asked. ”What would he get an eye full of?”

My mother smiled. ”Your dad and I were in the shower. Let's just say, it was good that it was him calling first, before giving the phone to Katy.”

I snorted. Oh yes, my brother was probably scarred for life.

”Is there a point to this seven in the morning wakeup call?” I finally asked.

”No. I just wanted to talk to you about that young man in your bed. How about you call me tomorrow and fill me in, okay? We'll be coming to visit, as scheduled, at the first of October. Don't forget, okay?”

After agreeing to call my mother tomorrow, I scrolled through my messages and texted my brother.

Me- So you got a good look at dad's weenie, did you?

Luke- f.u.c.k you.

Snickering, I placed my phone on the bathroom counter, did a quick clean up, and used the facilities before making my way back into the room.

Sebastian was now on his stomach.

The sheet had slipped to the floor again, giving me an unenc.u.mbering view of his nicely muscled a.s.s. As well as other, more significant, body parts.

With his foot slightly raised to the side as it was, it allowed me a good view of the boys, as well as his p.e.n.i.s that was lying parallel to his bent leg. This was the first time I'd actually seen it not hard. The man had an inane ability to stay hard, regardless of the fact that he'd just come or not.

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