Laces and Lace
Page 84
Grinning, she opened the door to find more mess and clutter, but that wasn’t what had her pausing. In the bed was a buck-naked woman with her legs wide open, giving Lacey a view that would haunt her in her dreams.
Gasping, she said, “What the hell?”
The girl stirred, but instead of waking up, she cuddled deeper into the bed as anger burned in Lacey’s veins. Who the fuck was that!
Slamming the door, hoping like hell it woke the damn bitch up, she stomped to Karson’s room for her phone to call him, but before she could reach it, the front door opened and Karson called out, “Honey, I’m home.” He then paused and said, “Man, Lacey, I told you not to clean!”
Whirling around the corner, Lacey put her hands on her hips and said, “Who the hell is that girl in that bed in that bedroom?”
“Huh?” Karson asked, his face scrunched up.
“Oh, that’s Melody. She’s still here? Bitch was fucked up last night,” a man said as he came around Karson and threw his bag down. He was huge, bigger than Karson with dark brown eyes and chocolate brown hair, also sporting a beard that gave the Duck Dynasty guys a run for their money.
“You left some chick here?” Karson asked incredulously. “And couldn’t tell me?”
“Who are you?” Lacey asked, irritated.
The guy grinned widely at her, his eyes piercing into hers as he said, “Jordie Thomas, but I go by JT, and I’m Karson’s roommate, which means I’m your roommate now too, darling.”
What. The. Fuck.
“Don’t call her darling, asshole,” Karson said glaring. “And go get that chick out of here.”
Lacey’s heart was thumping against her ribs. Surely, she’d heard this mountain man wrong. “Hold on, what?” she asked for clarification. “He’s your—our—roommate?” she directed at Karson.
“Yeah, we live together, but we are going to move as soon as we find a house. No biggie,” Karson said with a nod, closing the distance between them and grasping her hips. Placing a kiss to her lips, he smiled before saying, “Till then though, JT will not bring his girls home.”
“The fuck you say. I pay for this place just like you do. If you get to hit something, I do.”
“Oh my God,” she muttered, panic filling her. She had never lived with a guy before and was already freaking out slightly about living with Karson, but now she lived with two guys. She was not okay with that. Not at all!
“Is this not okay?” Karson asked with worry lining his lips.
“Told you she’d flip,” JT threw in their direction. “Hey, where are my Playboys and lotion?”
“I threw them away,” she said, her stomach dropping. “I thought they were Karson’s, and he doesn’t need that anymore.”
He laughed. “And you cleaned up all my come tissues? I’ve been collecting those since I came home from St. Louis. I had a good pile going.”
“Thomas! Shit!” Karson scolded while Lacey burned with embarrassment and disgust. This guy was an animal; that’s all there was to it.
Looking up at Karson, she said, “No, this is not okay.”
She then turned out of his arms and went to his room just as the naked girl came out the door. “Who are you?” she said with her nose up at Lacey.
Lacey paused and glared. The girl was perfect. Skinny, great tits and ass. Lacey instantly hated her. “None of your business. Put some clothes on! My husband is here and doesn’t need to see all that.”
“Your husband?” she asked, but Lacey didn’t care. She went into Karson’s room, slamming the door and then falling onto the bed. What the hell? Why didn’t he tell her? This was something you told your wife, not have it be a surprise! When she heard the door open, she closed her eyes tightly and let out a breath. Karson’s weight pushed the bed down as he lay next to her, moving her hair out of her face so he could see her. Meeting her gaze, he gave her a nervous half grin.
“Sorry?”
She sat up then. “Karson, why did you think that was okay? Why didn’t you tell me that you had Grizzly Adams as your roommate? Or that you had a roommate at all!”
“I’m sorry,” he said, sitting up too and holding his hands up. “I thought I had told you, and it really isn’t a big deal because we are moving out. It’s only temporary.”
“I mean, I get that, but I’ve never lived with anyone but my family, and now I am living with you—which is already a change—but then you throw in Willie Robertson, and Karson, I’m freaking out a bit.”
“The beard is throwing you off, isn’t it? He’s actually a cool dude,” Karson said, but that just pissed her off even more.
“No, it’s not the damn beard. It’s the fact that I’ve lived alone my whole life! Even when I was engaged with Ethan, I wasn’t going to move in with him till after I was married, but now I am living with two men, one who is my husband and the other who jacks off more than a horny teenager! Don’t you think that’s a little bit of a culture shock?”
“Wouldn’t it be like living with your dad and Grady?”
Lacey almost hit him. Glaring, she said, “So, you’re my dad.”
“Fuck no,” he said, making a face.
“Okay then! Karson, I’m seriously about to lose it. This is not okay.”
“Okay, jokes aside, I get it. I’m sorry and I’m going to fix it. I promise, JT will be on his best behavior.”
Gasping, she said, “What the hell?”
The girl stirred, but instead of waking up, she cuddled deeper into the bed as anger burned in Lacey’s veins. Who the fuck was that!
Slamming the door, hoping like hell it woke the damn bitch up, she stomped to Karson’s room for her phone to call him, but before she could reach it, the front door opened and Karson called out, “Honey, I’m home.” He then paused and said, “Man, Lacey, I told you not to clean!”
Whirling around the corner, Lacey put her hands on her hips and said, “Who the hell is that girl in that bed in that bedroom?”
“Huh?” Karson asked, his face scrunched up.
“Oh, that’s Melody. She’s still here? Bitch was fucked up last night,” a man said as he came around Karson and threw his bag down. He was huge, bigger than Karson with dark brown eyes and chocolate brown hair, also sporting a beard that gave the Duck Dynasty guys a run for their money.
“You left some chick here?” Karson asked incredulously. “And couldn’t tell me?”
“Who are you?” Lacey asked, irritated.
The guy grinned widely at her, his eyes piercing into hers as he said, “Jordie Thomas, but I go by JT, and I’m Karson’s roommate, which means I’m your roommate now too, darling.”
What. The. Fuck.
“Don’t call her darling, asshole,” Karson said glaring. “And go get that chick out of here.”
Lacey’s heart was thumping against her ribs. Surely, she’d heard this mountain man wrong. “Hold on, what?” she asked for clarification. “He’s your—our—roommate?” she directed at Karson.
“Yeah, we live together, but we are going to move as soon as we find a house. No biggie,” Karson said with a nod, closing the distance between them and grasping her hips. Placing a kiss to her lips, he smiled before saying, “Till then though, JT will not bring his girls home.”
“The fuck you say. I pay for this place just like you do. If you get to hit something, I do.”
“Oh my God,” she muttered, panic filling her. She had never lived with a guy before and was already freaking out slightly about living with Karson, but now she lived with two guys. She was not okay with that. Not at all!
“Is this not okay?” Karson asked with worry lining his lips.
“Told you she’d flip,” JT threw in their direction. “Hey, where are my Playboys and lotion?”
“I threw them away,” she said, her stomach dropping. “I thought they were Karson’s, and he doesn’t need that anymore.”
He laughed. “And you cleaned up all my come tissues? I’ve been collecting those since I came home from St. Louis. I had a good pile going.”
“Thomas! Shit!” Karson scolded while Lacey burned with embarrassment and disgust. This guy was an animal; that’s all there was to it.
Looking up at Karson, she said, “No, this is not okay.”
She then turned out of his arms and went to his room just as the naked girl came out the door. “Who are you?” she said with her nose up at Lacey.
Lacey paused and glared. The girl was perfect. Skinny, great tits and ass. Lacey instantly hated her. “None of your business. Put some clothes on! My husband is here and doesn’t need to see all that.”
“Your husband?” she asked, but Lacey didn’t care. She went into Karson’s room, slamming the door and then falling onto the bed. What the hell? Why didn’t he tell her? This was something you told your wife, not have it be a surprise! When she heard the door open, she closed her eyes tightly and let out a breath. Karson’s weight pushed the bed down as he lay next to her, moving her hair out of her face so he could see her. Meeting her gaze, he gave her a nervous half grin.
“Sorry?”
She sat up then. “Karson, why did you think that was okay? Why didn’t you tell me that you had Grizzly Adams as your roommate? Or that you had a roommate at all!”
“I’m sorry,” he said, sitting up too and holding his hands up. “I thought I had told you, and it really isn’t a big deal because we are moving out. It’s only temporary.”
“I mean, I get that, but I’ve never lived with anyone but my family, and now I am living with you—which is already a change—but then you throw in Willie Robertson, and Karson, I’m freaking out a bit.”
“The beard is throwing you off, isn’t it? He’s actually a cool dude,” Karson said, but that just pissed her off even more.
“No, it’s not the damn beard. It’s the fact that I’ve lived alone my whole life! Even when I was engaged with Ethan, I wasn’t going to move in with him till after I was married, but now I am living with two men, one who is my husband and the other who jacks off more than a horny teenager! Don’t you think that’s a little bit of a culture shock?”
“Wouldn’t it be like living with your dad and Grady?”
Lacey almost hit him. Glaring, she said, “So, you’re my dad.”
“Fuck no,” he said, making a face.
“Okay then! Karson, I’m seriously about to lose it. This is not okay.”
“Okay, jokes aside, I get it. I’m sorry and I’m going to fix it. I promise, JT will be on his best behavior.”
