Part-Time Gods

use. It was nearly six in the evening and the sun hung low in the sky, blindi

steam tonight. I was itching to

ond time this year and it was only March. Aaren was furious; we couldn't figure out how the authorities

re filtered in through the front door with scantily clad women on their arms. One female in particular looked absolutely delicious

es stood in the entryway, chatting together and enjoying cocktails that the waitstaff handed ou

massive inhale and holding it before blowing the smoke in the face of some mousey lit

yipped, startled, and quickly found the shortest path away from me and into the main room t

ly related, didn't even look close to it. Aaren was tall as sh*t with dark, well-kempt hair and even darker eyes.

ull. I had my mom's green eyes and deep-set dimples; they made me fairly lucky with the ladies. Unfortunately I also go

rom my lips. I could hear laughter filtering out through the cracked door a

sica f*cking Rabbit and I couldn't help the cartoon wolf eyes that bugged out of my head. Aaren

too closely together, nearly entangled. Morgan didn't bother even looking at m

right his suit jacket. Always the impeccable little imp. I winked at Jessica Rabbit as Aaren approached me, a thr

inet near the pool table. I poured myself a drink of whatever Aaren kept in those fancy bottles, th

." He approached me and took the stopper for the bottle out of my hand, putting it back. "If you want to do sho

. Truth be told, I didn't even like his fancy-man drink

foul concoction. "Had you been here on time. But, I already did all the heavy lifting, got her all warmed up

of us from across the room, a smile on her face like she knew we were di

lled his drink. "Fat chance, brother. Maybe after we have our

ly should ask her her name. Maybe he'd let me play with her when he was done with he

o tell me it would be two weeks before he got the new part for my Ducati V4 in, t

arrived. "Hold that thought." I turned and walked out of the room before he could stop me. He w

or the gorgeous head of blond hair from before but came up with nothing. I walked through the informal kitchen where a few people mingle

ttle sitting area, more for decoration than anything. Stone benches sat in a neat little circle around one of those heavy stone tables. On the

s about two yards away, I smelled the familiar smoke of weed coming from the joint between

ed at the smoke enveloping her face like she was fifteen and her dad had just busted her. I fought the smile stinging my cheeks, kee

se out here?" My tone

ured it was okay i

er her ass. "And smoke weed in my backyard? What if the neighbors saw you and called

eye contact and looked down at the blanket. She starte

planted her ass back on the blan

a second and then backed do

reath out of my nose. "So you al

lls. I stuck my hand out and motioned towards her shaking fingers that still held the joint. Her eyes rounded out even more as she watched my

out her sh*tty joint in the grass and pulled a much fatter one from a case I kept healthily stocked. After I lit it, I hande

was supposed to be a slap of some sort. "You scared the sh*t ou

ur name, s

hand for me to take but I

t and then grabbed her chin and forced her jaw to relax, blowing the sm

to play, they always thought they wanted to play.

hit I'd given her. "That sou

d you. Doesn't matter where you are, I take you r

ble. "How long do I have to hide, and w

ing ruined." I grabbed a strand of her hair and rubbed it between my fingers, smiling at