“Different situation. Your mother isn’t a narcissistic, wicked witch who constantly manipulates your relationships with the rest of your family and lies to your face. She’s a sweet, self-sacrificing woman who worked double shifts at the hospital to make sure you had every advantage that kids with present fathers had. She must be worried sick.” She poking out her lips in a huffy pout.
“Oh God, don’t do that! It’s not even fair.” Ken’s scrunched up his face while holding up his hand between them.
“Huh?” Trisha squinted her eyes and pursed her lips in reflection.
Ken gently tapped his index finger against her bottom lip before smoothly gliding the digit across its puffy form. “That pouty lip, it’s too much.”
Trisha held her breath while her heart thumped heavily and her pussy yearned for her to take action. She summoned every smidge of willpower within her not to part her lips and slip them around his fingertip. Ken pushed his thin, silky, black bangs away from his forehead, his intense eyes practically staring straight into her heart. Taking advantage, she stuck her lips out in the fullest pout she could manage.
As he tilted his head, he drew a heavy breath. “Ugh! Please stop! I told her I was unplugging the phone because of the lightning and that I’d call her tomorrow.”
“Oh,” Trisha dropped the act. “That’s way different from how cruel you made it sound at first.”
Before Ken could reply Tommy entered the room with a bottle opener. “We’re all set to ride out the storm together.” He took his seat, leaving Trisha in the middle.
Tommy used the remote to turn on the small TV on the other side of the room before tuning in to a station playing music videos while Ken opened the cooler and served everyone their first beer.
“Bottles,” Trisha noted with a smile.
“Only the best for you,” Tommy teased, taking the drink from her and removing the cap before flinging it toward a recycled coffee can someone had placed in the corner.
“Two points.” Ken nodded in acknowledgment of Tommy’s skill. Trisha took her first swig and the boys followed suit.
“Mmm, good stuff!” She giggled. A Sir Mix-A-Lot video played on TV with him singing about his appreciation for women with large asses while bottles clanked and laughter filled the room. Trisha snorted and Ken shook his head as Tommy pretended to bust a move while still sitting down. Eventually, Ken joined in with a funny, awkwardly timed routine they had obviously practiced for their own amusement. Trisha took another swig of her beer and almost spewed it everywhere as Tommy jumped up on his knees, turning his rear to face her and Ken while shaking his ass in a hilarious dance.
“Jackass.” Ken rolled his eyes but laughed all the same.
“Aw, come on, Ken. Do the butt!” Tommy continued to dance while howling with laughter.
“I’ll pass.” Ken shook his head. Tommy’s dance only got more exaggerated as he stuck his tight, muscular rear out more and rubbed his hands around his buttocks. Trisha enjoyed the show, unable to look away. Yum, I wouldn’t mind leaning in to take a big bite of those shiny, round apples.
“Jump in, Ken. Dance!” Tommy continued. Trisha drank more beer, downing about half of her bottle to keep from drooling.
“Not going to happen.” Ken flatly refused, scrunching up his nose at Tommy’s wiggling ass before shaking his head and rolling his eyes toward the ceiling again.
“Then do the squirrel or the cabbage patch.” Tommy moved his shoulders, demonstrating the latter.
“There is a higher probability of you laying an egg and actually hatching a chicken than there is of me doing any of that.” Ken grabbed a nearby pillow, taking a hard swing at Tommy’s sexy, shaking ass.
“Hey!” Tommy grumbled as he grabbed the armrest to keep from falling. While turning back toward them, he flopped down on his rear, his happy face glowing with positive energy as he winked at Trisha. “See how jealous he is of my moves, Trish?” She was too busy sucking down the last of her beer to reply, but Tommy didn’t miss a beat. “Ken, beer Trish. Oh, unless you want wine?”
“Beer’s fine.” She handed Ken her empty, and he passed the beer he had just opened to her. “Thanks, cowboy!”
Ken and Tommy both burst out laughing.
“Where did that come from?” A wide grin spread across Tommy's face.
Trisha took a long swig. “Texas.”
“Da’ fuck?” Tommy shook his head, looking to Ken. The dark-haired stunner shrugged, twisting his kissable lips. Trisha took another sip of her beer as she stole a long glance. Ken’s oval-shaped face, smooth skin, and thick, dark eyebrows made her mouth water. Oh, and his hair! Ken’s silky head of hair had to have been created for the sole purpose of providing her hands with tactile bliss. Long in the front and short in the back, his bangs usually covered his forehead and sometimes hung over his right eye and the bridge of his nose because he swept them in that direction. She balled up her hand in a loose fist to quell the itch urging her to grab two handfuls of his lush locks.
“Trish.” Tommy’s voice stirred her to look in his direction, her eyes widened. “Where’d you go? You were staring a hole through Ken.”
“I was?” She feigned ignorance, blinking through the dawning of her beer buzz.
Ken wiped the tip of his nose. “Something on my face?”
Trisha tilted her head. “No, but you are from Texas.” Ken’s eyebrows lifted and his smile curled high but pinched on the ends.
“Yeah, so am I.” Tommy pointed to his own chest. “What about it?”
“Cowboy,” she offered vaguely, placing a hand over her mouth to shield
