"Colton, you need to go talk to Caitlin." She was trying to sidetrack me. I've been laid up for a couple days with a bum knee and her little p***y hasn't caught a break once. "What do I need to talk to her about? What's wrong with her now?"
Fucking teenagers and hormones and s**t; there's always some fuckery going on around here. She was busy folding sheets and looking ripe in short shorts and a tight tank. My d**k was looking for round three. I had no interest in talking to anyone right now.
"Her little friend is moving away."
"Which one?" Kid's got a ton of 'em she could stand to lose a few. I can't step foot in my place without somebody else's brat running in and out my damn house.
"Todd."
I got the biggest f*****g grin on my face. "COLTON! It's not funny."
"What, you want me to
