Part 2 (1/2)

Micky has been asking a lot of questions lately. He's not used to me being around so much, especially during the day. I don't know if it makes him nervous having me around or happy. We've bonded a lot more over the past week; he's even starting to talk about his boys again.

I've known his kids since they were babies. I remember the night his wife called because she had gone into labor. It wasn't often I got to see Micky with his family, but there had been times when he'd bring the boys to the pub to play while we unloaded s.h.i.+pment trucks. They were good kids, and they grew up into amazing young men, and Micky was the proudest father I've ever met.

It has only been a few months since both his boys died in an explosion overseas. They were all he had after his wife pa.s.sed away three years ago from cancer. They've had it pretty rough and since then I've been slipping some extra money into the safe when locking up for the night. It took him a year before he noticed but even then I denied it.

Last night was the first night I spent at home since Willow got here. Micky said he's finally had enough of me and it was time to go home and face whatever problem I was running from. If only he knew my problem was my d.i.c.k. I shook my head and groaned as I stretched. It felt good to be in a real bed again. Although Micky had a cot in one of the small rooms upstairs it really wasn't all that comfortable.

I could hear Willow outside with Tristan. Just the sound of her laughing made my c.o.c.k spring to life again. I palmed my erection with a groan. This woman was going to be the death of me. I got up to take a look out the window to see what the two of them were doing. Tristan had managed to get himself stuck in a tree. That was quite a feat for a werewolf. Willow thought it was hilarious and Amelia was nowhere to be seen.

I doubt she was happy with Willow staying in the house. Amelia has all sorts of issues. One of them being she's a raging b.i.t.c.h, another being she's a jealous c.u.n.t. Although the thought of Willow tortures my c.o.c.k, the idea of her p.i.s.sing off Amelia makes me very happy.

I left my room and headed downstairs. In the week I had been gone Willow had managed to transform the entire house. Nothing had really changed about the place but now it actually looks lived in.

”Oh look who finally decided to come home.” Amelia was sprawled on the couch in nothing but a pink slip.

”Jesus Christ Amelia. Do you ever wear f.u.c.king clothes?”

”There was a time you liked to see me naked.”

”Yeah, there was also a time you weren't f.u.c.king my brother but oh wait, no there wasn't.”

I gave her a dramatically fake smile then went outside. Tristan was still stuck up in the tree. He managed to have a branch slide up the back of his s.h.i.+rt leaving him suspended in mid-air.

”Tobias! Help me down will ya? This evil wench of yours is useless!” His outburst sent Willow into a frenzy.

She was laughing so hard she couldn't even get up off the ground. I bit down on the inside of my cheeks. It was the only thing I could do to keep from laughing with her.

”I don't know I'm rather enjoying this. It's not often I can use my brother as a piata.”

”Go ahead. Just remember I know where you sleep.”

An evil grin spread across my face. The idea was rather tempting. Tristan must have realized it might actually happen because he took hold of his s.h.i.+rt and ripped it in half, freeing him from the tangled mess. He did a flip as he fell and landed on his feet.

”Show off.”

”Jealous?”

”Of what? Fleas and a wet dog smell?”

”My charm and good looks.”

I shook my head and crossed my arms against my chest. I was wearing nothing but pajama bottoms which hung low on my hips. I had to bite back a grin at the sound of Willow's heart beat picking up the pace. I look over and catch her staring.

”See something you like cupcake?” Her face flushed before she looked away.

”Just wondering how such a big ego fits in such a tiny package.”

Tiny package? Was that supposed to be a joke? I was anything but tiny. I stood at six foot three and was quite large. In all areas. To prove my point I slide my pajama bottoms down my hips completely exposing myself to Willow. That shut her up pretty quick.

”Bro put that thing away! No one wants nightmares.” Tristan said while his hands covered his eyes.

Willow remained silent but couldn't look away from me. I could hear her heart racing and all I could think about was how good she would taste while f.u.c.king her. The thought made my c.o.c.k throb with need.

I slid my pajama pants back up over my hips then took a seat on the steps of the porch, staying in the shade. Willow finally looked away from me and acted like she was interested in the flowers growing beside her.

”If you're trying to make me uncomfortable you're going to have to try harder than that Tobias.”

”I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable.”

”Well then if you're trying to scare me it's not working either.”

”Somehow I doubt anything could scare you cupcake.”

”Well you sure as s.h.i.+t scared me. No one and I mean no one should see that this early in the morning!” Tristan just had to put his two cents in.

”No one asked you.”

”I disagree, Tristan. The view from here was amazing.” I roll my eyes in annoyance at the sound of Amelia's voice behind me.

”If you keep checking my brother out, you and I are going to have some issues woman.”

”I'm allowed to check him out. He's my husband.”

”Ex-husband!” Tristan and I said in unison.

”Same difference.”

Tristan came across the yard and scooped Amelia up in his arms and disappeared into the house with her. I could hear her laughing and screaming all at the same time. Willow and I were left alone outside in the yard. The sun was getting higher now and it was really starting to bother my eyes but I couldn't bring myself to leave her yet.

”Mia's your wife?”

”Ex-wife.” I corrected.

She nodded in silence and I thought that would be the end of it but she was too curious for her own good.

”So she's your ex-wife but now she's dating your twin brother?”

”I wouldn't call it dating. It's more like f.u.c.king.”

I could tell Tristan left out some minor details when introducing Willow to Amelia.

”So your ex-wife is f.u.c.king your Twin brother.”

”Yep.”

”How does that even happen?”