Slapout: Chapter 11

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 11

Eli flipped on the bedroom light and realized Cullen had followed him. He sat on the bed, tugged off a boot and glanced to Cullen who leaned against the door frame. Eli pulled off his socks and tossed them into his boots as Cullen rub his package and grin.

Cullen’s cock hardened and slithered down the leg of his form fitting Wranglers. The sight of his intern giving Eli an exciting performance had its effect. Eli slipped off his shirt and teased his own nipples. The ripples of electricity traveled from his aching chest to his dick.

He relished the view of Cullen stroking himself and a growing pool of precum soaking his jeans. It didn’t take long before he pushed himself off the bed, moved in front and penned Cullen against the wall. He slipped his hands around Cullen’s scruffy face and move closer. As their pelvises ground against each other, Eli pressed his hot lips against the young man’s and twisted them into a heated exchange that went on for several minutes.

Once they broke the kiss, they breathed in gasps. Eli created a line soft bites that trailed down Cullen’s neck. As he reached its thick base, his nibbles shifted to feather soft kisses down his thick chest. With each button he released Eli became more entranced by the sight of his young lover.

He teased at the patch of blond thatch coating the space between Cullen’s muscular pectorals before pulling the last button free and letting the shirt drift into the shadows covering the dark wooden floor. Cullen sighed with pleasure as Eli explored the skin now open to his delight. He leaned close and flicked his tongue over Cullen’s hard nipple.

“Fuck. That feels amazing.”

Eli slid his hand inside the back of Cullen’s jeans and enjoyed the rough sensation of hair under his touch. He slipped a finger between the mounds of muscle that made up his ass. Slipping lower, he found Cullen’s hole and teased it with his finger. As he slid inside, Cullen moaned and dropped his head against Eli’s shoulder and lifted his ass.

Cullen groaned as Eli pierce him again his finger, becoming louder as he buried it deeper inside. It only took a few minutes for him to start rocking, fucking himself on Eli’s finger. They enjoyed their continued exploration of each other’s bodies until Eli became overcome with the need to take them to the next level.

He took a step back, cupped Cullen’s package and squeezed. Eli pressed further until Cullen lost himself in the pleasures. While he ground against Eli’s work-roughened hand, he pressed his head against the wall until Cullen’s cries told him that his climax loomed close. With a knowing smile, he stepped back and waited as Cullen writhed. He slipped a hand free and rolled his nipples.

“How’s that cowboy? You ready for more?”

Cullen moaned. “Fuck me. Oh hell, fuck me.”

He slipped his hand down Cullen’s jeans and tugged them lower before slipping his fingers through Cullen’s thick pubic hair. Eli teased the treasure he’d found for a spare minute before he tugged his hand out of Cullen’s jeans then led him to the bed. He pulled Cullen tight, kissing him hard before pushing him backward.

Eli tugged at the heel of each of Cullen’s boots and quickly had him reduced to jeans alone. His lust mounting, Eli worked off the pants and soon had his handsome man naked before him. He took a minute to look at the stud sprawled on the bed before him, cock stretching across his stomach. In the dim light of the bedroom, Eli ran his tongue over his lips as he relished the beautiful sight before him.

With his cock straining to escape, Eli stripped and tossed his clothes to one side. As soon as his final sock landed on the pile, he crawled up the bed between Cullen’s legs. He hovered for an instant before lowering himself onto Cullen’s thick thighs.

He wrapped his fingers around Cullen’s thick cock and squeezed. A sigh came from Cullen’s lips as a stream of clear gel oozed from the tip of his cock. Eli eased back the hood Cullen boasted and slid his tongue around the exposed crown.

“Oh fuck. Damn that feels good,” Cullen said.

Eli continued his oral exploration in silence until he could tell Cullen had reached the point where they were both had an overwhelming load. This time he didn’t let the pressure release, he was hungry for cum. As he sank deeper, Eli noticed a tremble dance through Cullen’s muscles. A second later his mouth filled with the masculine cream that had been building. Cullen’s expression contorted with pleasure until with a soft groan Eli sucked down the last of his juices.

Cullen collapsed against the bed, gasping for precious breath. Eli rose to his knees as he wedged himself between Cullen’s legs and curled his fingers around his aching dick. He knew he would release the torrent of sperm in a matter of seconds and was ready. With a handful of strokes, his balls hug against his shaft and a second later a thick strand of white jizz landed across Cullen’s torso.

Eli stroked himself with a hot passion and cuddled against Cullen. Enjoying the sights and smells of the aftermath of their lovemaking.

“Eli?”

He put his finger over Cullen’s lips.

“Shh. Tomorrow is soon enough.”


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Slapout: Chapter 10

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 10

Eli stood in the dim light of early morning watching Cullen prepare bottles for the latest residence in the lambing. The low tones of profanity drifted toward him and he started to step in to help. But a second later Cullen solved his problem and filled the bottle with warm milk for one lamb.

As he watched, a chilling predawn breeze slipped through the door. He pulled his denim jacket tighter around. His movement signaled Cullen to his presence.

Cullen grinned as he readied another bottle. “It doesn’t do you much good to have hot water installed in the equipment room if you get up and watch me mix the formula.”

Eli smirked and bumped his fist against Cullen’s shoulder. “I was already awake. I was going through the records to see where we could do better.”

He stopped what he’d been doing and locked his eyes on Eli. “What do you mean we need to do better? I thought the ranch was doing good.”

Eli chuckled as he relaxed against the doorframe and slipped his hands in his pockets. “Don’t get all twisted in knots. I said I was looking for ways to improve, not that we are about to go under. That’s why we have the sheep. They’d help maximize our forage use.”

Cullen studied him for a few seconds before he nodded and turned back to the task at hand. The dim light laminated the room as he heated the milk substitute. Once they were both warm, he grabbed the two bottles and headed for the door where Eli stopped him. Cullen looked up to find a smirk across Eli’s face.

“Give me a bottle. They’ve never nursed from it on their own and will fight you. It’ll be easier if I feed one of the little monsters.”

Cullen studied him but then sighed and held out the other bottle to Eli. “Okay, I give. It would make it simpler for each of us to take one.”

He took the warm formula from Cullen and grinned. “I’m glad you agree. I’m not the most reasonable person at ungodly hours.”

Cullen rolled his eyes but kept his comments to himself. They flipped on the lights in the barn and every animal housed inside cried for attention. Eli found the early morning cacophony deafening as they made their way to the small enclosure holding the ewe and her twins. As they moved closer, the mother gathered her offspring around her, faced Eli and Cullen and stomped her foot at them. When she repeated the action a second time, Cullen looked toward Eli.

“What’s up with her? I don’t remember a ewe getting so aggressive before,” Cullen said.

Eli shrugged, “Some of them get protective of their babies. Usually about all they’ll do is make threats though. Not like some cows I’ve had before who would try to crawl into the pickup to get you if you mess with their calf.”

“You’ll let me know which ones those are—right?”

Eli chuckled, “Those cows go to market in a heartbeat. But we’re getting off track. We need to get more food down these two.”

Cullen stepped into the pen, snagged one lamb and held it against him as he tried to coax her to nurse from the bottle. But all he accomplished was to irritate the lamb and have a squirming pile of tiny sheep in his arms. He had spent far too long when the distinctive sound of nursing filled the space.

Eli’s lamb was enthusiastically nursing at the bottle. Frustrated, he grunted toward Eli. “You want to share your secret? All this little shit does is clench its teeth and fight me.”

“You have to show it who’s boss. Shove that nipple into its mouth.”

Cullen shot him a sullen glance before refocusing on manhandling an eight pound lamb. But he was losing the battle. He’d struggled with the little sprite for several minutes to no avail. But he refused to quit, even when the other lamb finished its meal.  Eli knew it was time to step in before Cullen’s frustration ruled his good sense.

He stepped closer and laid his hand on Cullen’s shoulder. “Here, let me help. That little shit is a fighter like its mom.”

Cullen tensed, but then the tension disappeared. “Yes, before the knot-head hurts itself.”

Eli took the bottle and waited until Cullen had a tight hold on the trouble maker, then carefully pried its jaws open. After a brief struggle, Eli slipped the rubber nipple into its mouth.

The lamb fought before swallowing several squirts of milk. It frozen place, then suckled again for a second as if it were sampling the goods.

The animal looked up at Cullen for a long second, then nursed with all the ferocity of a piranha after raw meat. After a few seconds of furious nursing, Cullen turned to Eli.

“I think she’s got it now.”

Eli chuckled and squeezed Cullen’s shoulder before heading back to the house, his cozy bed and a few more hours of sleep.


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Slapout: Chapter 09

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 09

Eli stopped what he was doing and leaned against the pitchfork to watch when he spotted Cullen topping the ridge. A second later an agitated ewe came into view, and he knew what had happened. They still had a few nursery jugs unoccupied in the barn. But if Cullen kept bringing back every newborn lamb from the pastures, they would need smaller pens, or more of them.

Once Cullen had rode close enough to hear him, Eli gave him a welcoming wave. “Find more babies who need your special touch?”

Cullen’s expression never changed and Eli braced himself for bad news. “What’s wrong?”

“Coyotes. A pair. They were after her lambs.”

Eli took a deep breath then let it out slowly. He considered how to deal with this, then met Cullen’s gaze. “Good job. They’d would have got both babies. You did the right thing bringing her to the house.”

Cullen relaxed. “I didn’t know what to else to do. I figured it would be safest to just bring ‘em out of the pasture.”

Eli lifted the lambs from the saddle and held them out to their mother. She had been running back and forth a few feet away. But when she spotted her offspring, the ewe came to a sudden stop, stepped closer and sniffed each lamb. Eli grinned when she bleated.

“That’s it girl. You follow along, and we’ll get you and your babies in somewhere safe. We’ll protect you from those nasty old coyotes.”

Cullen draped his leg around the saddle horn and laughed at Eli. “You know, baby talking to the sheep it’ll kill your whole macho man routine.”

“Oh shut up. It isn’t like you haven’t talked the same way to the animals. You’d think that horse and you have a thing going,” Eli said.

“Fuck you. Get the mother in the lambing pen before something else happens.”

Cullen snorted when Eli flipped him off before working the very excited ewe into one of the empty enclosures. She fell into the category of ewes who needed more help than he’d normally give. He stood on the edge of darkness marking the entrance to the cavernous barn. He held on to the lambs as the ewe made her displeasure known before plunging into the dark shadow.

Eli laid the twins on the bedding he’d strewn in a deep layer across a lambing crate after it’s last occupant returned to the flock. The ewe plunged past him and checked her offspring to figure out what Eli did to them.

Eli and Cullen waited to see how the reunion went. One of the lamb bounced back in seconds and looked for its food supply. They watched the other, hoping for a comparable response. But it lay sprawled across the bedding while it’s mother nudged it again and again while making sounds of concern. All of which had no effect. Eli motioned toward the tack room in a corner of the barn.

“Grab one of the plastic cups and a bottle. Let’s see if we can get milk into her.”

Cullen nodded and trotted for the equipment Eli’d asked for. A quick minute later, he returned with everything. He climbed over the fence then glanced over to see what instructions Eli had for him.

“Grab her and I’ll try to get a meal for the baby.”

Cullen cornered the ewe and held her tight. Eli knelt beside her and worked out the thick first milk into the cup. It wasn’t a fast done chore either, the ewes Eli ran were not built for hand-milking. But Eli persevered and milked what he thought would be a good amount to get down her.

As Eli moved to ready the bottle, he motioned toward Cullen. “Grab the lamb and lets try to get something into her.”

Cullen lifted the limp form while Eli tried to get the nipple in it’s mouth. They struggled with the lamb for several long minutes and Eli feared they were running out of options. He’d reached the point to consider tubing the newborn, when it swallowed.

“Damn,” Cullen said. “I thought this was going bad.”

As the lamb took a second drink, Eli couldn’t help but smiled. “I was right there with you. But she’s nursing.”

They broke into a soft chuckle as the sounds of furious sucking filled the air around them.


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Slapout: Chapter 08

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 08

Cullen led his horse from its stall as he prepared to check the flocks. Eli had found the remains of a lamb yesterday so today he was not only checking for birthing issues, but something was getting past the dogs. He slid his rifle into the saddle holster and swung into the horse. The sun would break above the horizon in a few minutes and the day would begin its climb to the staggering heat typical for this time of the year. He enjoyed the early morning silence of the ranch. It seemed quieter here on the high plains than at his family’s farm in Georgia. It might not be as hot back home, but the humidity in the southeast made the air so thick it felt like you could slice it with a knife.

The horse eased to a stop at the gate and Cullen worked past the obstacle. He made his way to the south, and the first water tank in the pasture. Cullen released the windmill, and water began filling the trough. He liked to fill it each day even though it would have lasted for several days. He followed the adage his grandfather always gave about planning for the future.

Once the windmill functioned without a problem, he continued over a ridge marking a change in the terrain. The terrain became broken with grazing becoming much more scattered than closer to the headquarters. He eased the horse onto one trail, worn into the ground by generations of animals moving across the landscape.

After several minutes of searching, he heard the faint sound of the ewes and their guardian dogs. But he could tell by the sounds there was a problem. Cullen hoped he’d showed up early enough to prevent more losses. He urged the horse to a lope toward the flock. He topped the hill to find the sheep packed tight together with the dogs circling them.

Cullen studied the scene and spotted a ewe separated from the flock, and it looked like she was lambing. A few seconds more and he saw the cause of distress for the sheep and the dogs. He caught motion slinking under the camouflage of a clump of sagebrush.

A coyote. No, damn it. A pair.

He grabbed his rifle, snapped it to his shoulder and aimed.  The crack of gunfire echoed across the barren landscape.

“Shit!” Cullen yelled as the pair of predators disappeared. He knew this wouldn’t be the last time they used Eli’s flock as a moving buffet. To make matters worse, they probably had pups. But there was nothing he could do about the coyote right now.

He pulled the mare toward the ewe. She was circling a small area, refusing to go further than a few yards.

She’s got a lamb. Where is it?

Cullen swung his leg over the saddle and dropped to the ground. He let the reins trail from his hands as he searched the surroundings that didn’t seem to contain enough cover for a mouse. After a few steps, he realized the ewe could lead him to her baby.

He stood still and watched the wooly mama. A few minutes passed with them at an impasse before Cullen took a step toward one of the tiny clumps, and the ewe about lost her shit. He squatted and reached inside the grass and his hand landed on a damp textured something.

It didn’t take long to realize he had two newborns on his hands still wet from amniotic fluid, and one upset ewe.

“Take it easy, mama. We’ll get you and your little ones back to the barns. You just be patient.”

He carried two tiny lambs to his horse and after a few seconds realized this would be more of a challenge than he thought. But he got the lambs between him and the saddle horn. The calls of the two little ones and the protests from the mother would make this a long trip.


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Slapout: Chapter 07

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 07

Gage stumbled into the kitchen, lifted a coffee cup from the dish drainer and poured himself a mug of the strong brew he and Ben programed every night so it would be ready when they woke the next morning. The aroma of coffee curled around him as he filled his cup with the dark liquid. He mixed in the sugar and cream he liked until the drink matched the color of milk chocolate.

He lifted the drink and sipped at the steaming liquid. The heat washed down his throat and infused through him along with caffeine. Gage enjoyed the sensation with his eyes half closed. He walked toward Alec intending to wake him for breakfast. As he reached down, he couldn’t help but see the dried remains of Alec’s orgasm.

Shit. He heard us. I told Ben he would but no, he said it would be fine. Well, he can be the one to fuckin’ take care of it.

Gage stomped to their bedroom, ready to tear Ben a new asshole. But then he entered the room, and his resolve melted away. Ben lay across the bed with only a thin sheet over his crotch and his woody tenting the material. Gage drew nearer, leaned close and kissed him on the cheek.

Ben groaned and stretched, ending up almost naked. His eyes opened a slit, then his voice, raspy and deep, curled around Gage. His bristling aggravation melted like a snowball in the middle of a summer afternoon.

Damn, Ben is so fucking hot.

After a few more stretches and a vigorous scrubbing of his eyes, Ben motioned Gage closer. “Come here, sexy. Let’s have some morning fun.”

Gage batted off Ben’s good-natured groping with a chuckle. “Yeah, about that. It would seem we set an example for Alec last night and I’m not going to wake him up and tell him he’s crusty.”

Ben fell back onto the bed, laughing. It took a few minutes for him to calm himself while Gage stood glaring at him with his arms crossed over his chest. Once the laughter dropped to a giggle, Gage tried again.

“Alec is laying on our couch with dried cum all over him. What’re we going to do about it?”

Ben stared at him for a time, wiping the tears from his eyes. But then he gathered himself, rolled from the bed, and started to the living room.

“Hey! You’re only wearing your briefs,” Gage said.

Ben grinned. “I’ll tell Alec to go wash the crusties off. I think undies work.”

Gage sighed as Ben turned down the hallway, but he couldn’t resist following to see what happened. Ben had never been one for subtlety. They would probably end up with everyone embarrassed. Gage stopped at the doorway into the living room as his husband strolled toward their sleeping friend.

Ben kicked the sofa and shouted. “Hey, Alec. Get your ass up!”

Alec groaned and rolled to his back. In the process, he also lost the sheet, exposing himself. Heat flashed over Gage, but he couldn’t tear himself away from the unfolding comical porn routine.

Ben reached down, grabbed Alec’s shoulder and shook him harder. “Alec! Wake your fucking ass up!”

Alec stretched with a low groan, his hooded cock flopping onto his thigh. “Sorry, Ben. I guess I crashed hard.”

Ben grinned and nodded toward Alec’s torso. “Looks like you were hard enough for something else before crashing.”

Alec looked confused and followed Ben’s gaze. He froze at the trails of dried cum and whimpered. He grabbed the sheet and twisted it around himself as he fled to the bathroom chased by Ben’s laughter.


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Slapout: Chapter 06

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 06

The sun had disappeared behind the western horizon, and the first of the cicada began their nightly chorus. After downing more than his share of handcrafted beers, plus a few of Ben’s concoctions, Alec felt the effects of his evening. He’d stayed until late playing cards and by then he was far too drunk to make it home. Eli and Cullen had left hours before, leaving the trio to deal with each other.

Ben put away the deck of cards and studied Alec before chuckling when Alec rose on wobbly legs. “You ain’t going nowhere. You’re shit faced.”

Alec straightened himself, ready to argue that he was fine. But when he did, the room shifted, and Alec sat down hard. When he made another attempt to stand, Ben laid his hand on Alec’s shoulder and held him in place.

The next time Alec focused, he had been stripped to his underwear and put under a sheet. The house was dark as midnight and now that the alcohol was wearing off, his mouth tasted like he’d licked the bottom of an old boot. With a soft moan, he relaxed back onto the couch and laid one arm across his eyes.

When Alec woke again, the night had a feeling of depth it hadn’t last time. He wondered for an instant what had awakened him, then he realized the refrigerator light coated the surrounding area.

“Come on! You’re going to wake him up.” Gage said from across the room. Then he saw there were two silhouettes flickering before the fridge. He stayed quiet and waited to see what might happen now.

“Are you kidding me? He is so plastered he didn’t even wake up when we stripped him and put him on the sofa,” Ben said.

The room went quiet, but the light didn’t change. Enough time passed that Alec wondered what happened, but then he heard a low groan.

“Oh fuck. That’s good.”

Alec froze as Gage’s soft moans filled the room. He squirmed around until he saw their outlines against the light of the refrigerator.

Damn it! They’re fucking. Holy shit.

A second later the soft slap of Gage being bent over their concrete island filled the room. Soon the wet sound of Ben rimming Gage added to the orchestra of hot sex. At that point it became a porn scene, with Alec so turned on that his cock ached.

The grunts and groans of the couple only a few steps away washed over Alec until his orgasm built with their passion. By the time Gage begged to be fucked, Alec had slipped his hand inside his underwear and short stroked his throbbing dick. He froze when Ben stood up, but he realized Ben had moved to give Gage the pounding he needed.

As Ben slid forward, a small squeak escaped from Alec. He’d hoped it had gone unnoticed, but he knew it hadn’t when Ben and Gage froze in place.

An instant later, Gage whispered to Ben. “I think we need to take this to the bedroom.”

There was the faint sound of Ben returning the kiss before he spoke. “Yeah, I think so too.”

With that the room turned dark followed by the sounds of bare feet moving across the wooden floor. The faint sound of their door shutting left Alec holding his cock, which was as hard as he could remember. He considered waiting to relieve himself, but when the sound of renewed sex wafted down the hallway, he knew he wouldn’t make it.

He pushed the sheet down to his thighs then tugged off his underwear and dropped them on the floor. With his legs spread, he slowly stroked his cock, loving the sensation with precum coating its length. Trying to extend his pre-orgasm pleasure, Alec cupped his balls and tugged at them. He also worked his sensitive nipples until he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

His slow strokes did little to delay the orgasm that barreled down on him. He gripped his cock hard as he eased his fist up and down its length. From that point it was only a few more strokes before the rippling pleasure of his orgasm washed over him. His muscles contracted and the first thick strand of white shot across his hairy torso. Before he could do any more than enjoy the ride, a solid dozen strands of cum lay splattered across his body. As he lay trying to recover, he realized silence had again overtaken the house.

I’ll cool off for a few minutes and then clean up so my friends don’t know I jacked-off listening to them fuck.


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Slapout: Chapter 05

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 05

Alec took another sip of the ice-cold beer in his hand. He enjoyed the wonderful deck and its miles of shade cloth. Gage and Ben spent an entire summer building it and lacing the sailcloth to the sturdy frame. When Alec arrived, he’d located one of the cushioned patio chairs and sprawled across it.

Gage waved the enormous set of tongs he used to arrange the coals toward Alec. “How’s the beer? We got it earlier this summer when we spent the weekend in Amarillo.”

Alec swallowed before lifting the bottle in his direction. “It’s damn good beer. I could get to like it.”

Gage lifted the tail of his T-shirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It gave Alec the opportunity to check out Gage’s trim body. He took any excuse to enjoy the view provided by his friends. Not that he would try to start anything intimate with Gage, or Ben. They had been together for years, and he had no interest in sticking himself into a married couple. But he couldn’t resist eye-candy like this. Gage dropped his shirt and their eyes locked.

Busted.

Gage shot Alec a wink before tugging his tee back into place. Alec looked away and tried to control the flash of heat washing across his face. Gage chuckled but kept his focus on the grill. It became more awkward, but it wasn’t long before the coals were hot. Then the screen door snapped shut, and Alec almost launched himself over the six-foot privacy fence surrounding Ben and Gage’s back yard. As it was, all he did was to give the group a reason to chuckle at the sight of Alec on his butt.

Ben held out the stake filled platter. “Sorry to startle you. I figured Gage should have the grill ready.”

Once Alec pulled himself together and rejoin the pair. Now that he’d had time to look at the steaks closer, he saw that they were all high-end cuts of beef. He let out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s the best looking meat I’ve seen in ages.”

An enormous grin sprouted on Ben’s face as Alec realized what he had said. He tried to head off what he knew was coming, but Ben was quicker.

“Oh, I get meat that’s a lot more impressive every night.”

Gage cut Ben a glance. “You may not get much of anything if you don’t stop busting Alec’s balls.”

Ben stepped close to Gage, gave him a peck on the cheek and whispered something that must have been juicy because Gage turned red and punched him on the shoulder.

“Asshole,” Gage said, “Go act like you’re some kind of hot shit bartender and help everyone get nice and hammered.”

Alec felt out of place with the couple’s playful banter. But then Eli and Cullen arrived and saved him from the need to rescue himself from his own social awkwardness, which he created by the bucket full. Gage glanced up, acknowledging the newcomers as he slapped steaks on the hot grill.

“Hey, guys. How’s it going? There’s beer in the ice chest and Ben’s trying to make margaritas if anyone’s feeling brave.”

Cullen chuckled and headed toward the door. “I’ll see if Ben could use help. I’m a decent mixologist. Eli’s had some of my creations and thinks they’re damn good.” With that he disappeared into the house.

Eli shook his head as he made his way to the huge cooler resting on a shady corner of the deck. He popped the lid open and fished one of the amber bottles from the pile of ice. He twisted the bottle cap off before nodding to Alec and Gage.

“I’ve had some of his concoctions. I wouldn’t wander too far from the beer.”


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