Jackson
I WAS DOING MY BEST to wrangle two drunk, and one buzzed, sisters out of my truck and up the stairs to their apartments, without someone falling on their face. It wasn’t as easy as one might think. These girls were wired and super affectionate. They kept stopping to hug each other, and me, then sat down on the steps when they deemed the climb too far.
“Come on, ladies, you’ll feel better once we can get some aspirin and water in you, and you get in your comfy clothes,” I cajoled, thinking the comfy clothes bit always worked on Kayla.
“Ohhhh, pajamas sound nice,” Tasha cooed.
“Mmmhmmm, and these shoes hurt,” Dru added, lifting her leg and kicking her foot until her shoe flew off, almost hitting me in the head.
Luckily, I caught it.
“Come on,” Millie, the buzzed one, said, trying to help by pulling on her sister’s arms. “Let’s go get you changed.”
“Hey,” Dru said, pulling her arm out of Millie’s grasp. “Not so rough, you’ll leave a bruise.” She turned toward me with a sloppy grin. “Maybe Jackson can carry me up; it is my birthday, after all.”
“Oh brother,” Tasha moaned with an exaggerated eye roll. “It’s gotta be past midnight by now. This girl will milk her birthday until next year if you let her.”
“No one is carrying anybody,” Millie denied as she put Tasha’s arm around her shoulder and they began taking it one step at a time. “Move your booty, Dru.”
“She’s so mean to me,” Dru pouted, but she stood on wobbly legs and grasped the handrail.
I trailed behind them, ready to catch anyone who stumbled, until we reached the top.
We stopped in Tasha’s apartment first, Millie taking her sister into the bedroom to get changed, while I looked for some type of aspirin and poured a glass of water. Mille came out, grabbed both from me, said, “Thanks,” then disappeared back into the bedroom.
Once she came back out, we stepped out of the apartment, locked the door, and looked to the left to see Dru sitting on the floor in front of her door, her head tilted back against the wood and her eyes closed.
When she let out a soft snore, Millie giggled, then looked at me.
“You hold her up, I’ll open the door.”
Millie entered the apartment, presumably to do exactly what we’d done at Tasha’s as I strained to hold Dru’s dead weight up and cross the threshold. Once we were inside, I heard a cough and a sniffle, then looked down to see Dru staring up at me.
“You okay?” I asked, hoping she wasn’t about to puke on me.
“That guy who found your wife . . .”
“Mick,” I supplied.
“Yeah, him . . . Do you think he could find our dad?” Dru asked, then her head fell forward and I had to brace myself before we both toppled.
Millie came out of the bedroom, some pajamas thrown over her arm, and said, “I’ve got her from here, why don’t you head to my place and I’ll meet you over there.”
I accepted her keys with a nod, then left the sisters in peace, my mind running a mile a minute.
Millie had never mentioned her father. I was just now realizing none of them ever had. They’d spoken about their mom, what she was like, and how hard it was now that she was gone, but nothing about the man who was their father.
I was surprised that I’d never really thought about it, but now that Dru mentioned it, I was curious.
I was about to open Millie’s door when I became aware of the discomfort I was feeling. Damn, these shorts were tight. And, I realized that I’d left my backpack with spare clothes in my truck. I jogged back down the steps as fast as the shorts would allow, grabbed what I needed, and headed back up to find Millie coming out of Dru’s apartment.
“Is she all right?” I asked.
“Passed out,” Millie replied with a smile. “But, I was able to get some Motrin and Gatorade in her first.”
“That’s good.”
I used the key to open the door, then stepped aside to let her enter ahead of me.
When I would have headed straight to the bathroom to change, Millie turned and placed a hand on my chest.
“Uh-uh.” She shook her head and guided me to stand in front of her couch, then went to the record player and messed with it until Elvis began crooning.
I watched as she took the headdress off and shook out her hair, then sat in front of me with a big smile.
“Entertain me, Elvis,” Millie dared with a sexy smile, and my shorts got a whole lot tighter.
I flung my backpack onto the couch next to her, then began moving my hips as my fingers came up to first untuck my shirt at the waist, then unbutton it slowly. With my shirt hanging open, I did another pelvis thrust, which made Millie cat call and me turn red, then eased the shirt off my shoulders.
Millie’s eyes widened, then narrowed and her face became flushed as she looked at my shorts. I looked down and saw that nothing was left to the imagination, as my dick strained against the thin fabric.
“C’mhere,” she mumbled, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she watched me step to her.
When I was close enough, Millie’s hands reached out, grabbed me by the waistband, and tugged me closer, causing my blood to heat then boil when she started working on my zipper. And when she looked up at me from under her eyelashes, I was a goner.