“I’ve been thinking about having some work done on my backyard,” Skye said.
“What kind of work?” Nyomi asked.
“One of those fancy patios you see in the gardening magazines. If I had a firepit, it would be hard to get me to go inside.”
“I know what you mean. When we get the playset installed for the boys, I’ll be spending most of my time out here,” Nyomi said.
“I know this was already here when you bought the house, but is there anyone you can connect me with?” Skye asked.
“I have someone, but you may not want to work with him,” I offered.
“As long as he or she knows what they’re doing and is professional, I’m willing to work with them. Do you have a card or their contact info?”
“You already have my number.”
She looked confused for a moment before she realized what I meant.
“You?”
“Yeah, me. Why do you sound so surprised?”
“Because I had no idea you were into landscaping and building patios in your spare time.”
“I developed an interest in landscaping and carpentry during the summers while in college, so after I got my MBA, I found a program and became licensed in landscaping and construction. If I weren’t a football coach, that’s what I’d be doing.”
I graduated fromSouthern Illinois University in Carbondale, about five hours south of Chicago and an hour from Missouri. I was on the football team and remained in town during the summers.
After my freshman year, my coach helped me get a job working with a landscaper and carpenter. I enjoyed the work so much that I went back every summer.
“Really? You’ve never mentioned it,” she said, still sounding shocked.
“You’ve never asked. Hit me up if you want me to stop by for a consultation.”
“Do you have pictures of any of your work?” she asked.
“He’s the truth,” Kilo said.
I picked up my phone from the small table between our chairs, unlocked it, and went to my pictures. After choosing the folder where I kept pictures of my work, I leaned toward Skye and gave her my phone.
She slowly looked through the pictures as I studied her face. I prayed she’d take her time because it would give me a reason to look at her longer, not that I needed one.
“Wow, Knox. These are impressive.”
“Thank you.”
I watched her as she swiped through the pictures. Suddenly, her face scrunched up, and her mouth opened and closed very quickly.
“Umm, Lorianna sent you a message,” she said, damn near throwing my phone.
I didn’t have to look at the picture to know why Skye frowned when she saw it. Lorianna was nasty as fuck, and when she wanted some dick, she didn’t hesitate to show me just how horny she was.
Although Kilo and Nyomi had been quiet while Skye and I talked, I felt three pairs of eyes on me as I checked my messages, which told me my brother and his wife were definitely tuned into the conversation. I opened the message from Lorianna, and it was a picture of her playing with her wet pussy, and a message.
Lorianna:
She’s waiting.
I downed the rest of my drink and bid my farewell. I rarely turned down pussy, but when I did, it wasn’t Lorianna’s.