Kash
TIRED AND HALF ASLEEP, I lean against the side of the warehouse, smoking a cigarette while I wait for Abe and Calvin to arrive.
They were both ordered to be here at seven A.M. sharp, yet it’s already half past the hour.
My ass spends late nights dancing at the club, working my dick off. If I’m going to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to train these boys, then they better damn well be here on time and make it worth it to me.
This is the third time this week, they’ve been late.
Pissed off, I pull out my phone and toss my cigarette at the ground, about ready to give them both hell. Just as I get ready to scroll to Calvin’s name, I hear a car coming down the gravel driveway, forcing me to put my phone back into my hoodie and look up.
I stand here with narrowed eyes, watching as the red Mazda comes to a stop next to my truck.
Abe is the first one to stumble out of the car, looking half-dead and hungover as shit.
Not to mention, his clothes are wrinkled and smell like whiskey as if he just crawled out of bed, in the same clothes he passed out in.
Should’ve damn well known.
“About fucking time, dicks. I told you to be here at seven. I was two seconds away from going back home and actually getting some damn sleep. You’re wasting my time.”
Abe falls against the side of the car and pulls his hat down over his eyes to shield them from the light. “Shit. We didn’t get in until four. Cut us some slack, Kash. Honestly, I think I’m still drunk. This sucks dick.”
I narrow my eyes at Calvin as he smiles cockily and jumps up on the hood of the car as if it’s no big deal that I woke my ass up early this morning and wasted my damn time, waiting on them. “We’re only thirty-five minutes late. You didn’t waste that much time waiting on us. It took me over an hour to get Abe’s ass up. I almost came alone, but figured you’d be more pissed than if we showed up late. We’re here so can we just do this?”
“Nope.” I lock up the warehouse and begin walking to my truck. I’m in no mood for this shit this morning. My exhausted ass has been here since six, getting a workout in. Time and dedication is exactly what I expect from them as well. “Next time you fuckers better be on time. I’m getting some damn sleep before my fight tonight. Get Abe home so he can sleep that shit off.”
“Oh, come on!” Calvin screams in frustration. “We won’t be late again. Don’t do this shit. We both want this job and you know it. Abe was just being a dick this morning. It won’t happen again.”
“That’s what you said two days ago. If you can’t take this shit seriously, then neither can I. When I open my gym, I need one hundred fucking percent from the both of you.” I jump into my truck and slam the door shut, before sticking my head out the window to look at them.
They both look like hell, tired and out of it. They’re not ready for what I had in store for them this morning.
“See you guys back here later for the fights still or should I call Don and tell him to replace Abe?”
“Yeah,” Calvin groans. “We’ll be here. Abe’s fight is two ahead of yours. He’ll be good by then. He’s not backing out.”
“Good. Go get some damn sleep.”
Abe gives me a thumbs up and almost falls over, before crawling back into the car.
These boys might think I’m being hard on them, but I don’t expect my clients to wait. If they want to be trainers at my gym once it opens, then they need to show me dedication and hard work.
I’m not getting these dicks ready to be trainers just for them to not be reliable and me have to find new guys after just a few months.
I want long term and familiarity. A family.
They better shape up and fast.
Once I get back to the house, I walk inside to see Colt in the kitchen, cooking tacos in only his boxer briefs and a black beanie.
“What the hell are you doing up this early?” I toss my keys down on the table and sit down to pull my shoes off. “And why the hell are you cooking tacos for breakfast?”
“I’m drunk, high and hungry as shit. I’m going right back to bed after this. I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t eat though.”
“Whatever,” I say with a laugh. “Just don’t burn the damn house down while I’m sleeping. I’d hate to have to kill you.”
I lay back on the couch and close my eyes, slowly dozing back off, until a hand runs over my chest and abs, before lowering and landing on my dick.
Grunting, I reach out and grip Harper’s hand, stopping her from stroking my cock through my sweats.
“Leave him alone,” Colt says from the kitchen with an amused laugh. “He’s grumpy as hell this morning, babe.”
“Oh, come on . . .” She smiles down at me and moans when I open my eyes to look at her. “But he looks so damn tempting just lying there in that mysterious hoodie of his. I want to strip it off with my teeth and run my hands all over what’s beneath it.”
Ignoring Colt, Harper leans in attempting to kiss me and work me up, but I bite her bottom lip, causing her to jump away from me with a squeal.
Her lips might work on other men, but not me.
“I don’t do kisses,” I growl out. “And I’m not in the mood to join in on your games. It’s too early for this shit and I have a long night ahead of me.”
“What did I tell you, babe?” Colt joins us in the living room, tossing a bottle of water to me, before grabbing up his girl and tossing her over his shoulder. “We don’t need him to have fun. I have plenty of fun tricks up my sleeve. Let’s eat first though.”
Letting out an annoyed breath, I sit up and open the water, emptying the whole bottle in one drink, before tossing the empty plastic across the room, hitting Colt in the back of the head as he walks through the kitchen.
He just ignores me and slips his hand into Harper’s panties, not caring that her pussy is on display for me.
Seriously? These two are crazy.
Tiredly, I make my way through the house, slamming my bedroom door shut and locking it behind me.
If I don’t, then I know Harper will end up half-naked in my bed again, groping me until I give in and join them.
It’s been happening more frequently lately and surprisingly Colt is so chill and high most of the time he just goes with the flow.
Hell, sometimes he just sits back and smokes a blunt, watching all the ways I can make his girl moan out and beg.
Apparently, my body was built for pleasure since everyone seems to be using it lately.
There’s only one person who seems to want nothing to do with it and for some reason I’m lying here, thinking about her once again . . .