Free The Distance by Alexa Land Page A

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    I jumped off the bed and pulled up my briefs and jeans as I followed him. “What about you? Don’t you want me to return the favor?” I called.
    “I have to go,” he mumbled. Seriously? He was actually turning down a blowjob? A team of scientists should be studying him, because he had to be the only male of the species to ever do that.
    He left the house in a hurry, and I went downstairs and watched him through the living room windows, standing back a bit so he didn’t see me. He was driving one of the cars I’d seen at his garage, a black ’67 Impala. It was the same model used in the TV show Supernatural. I wondered if that was what he was going for.
    Trigger opened the car door, stood there for a few moments, then slammed it and headed back toward the house. I waited for the knock, but a couple seconds later, I saw him retreating to the Chevy again. He did that four more times over the next minute. Conflicted much? I considered going out and getting him, but I was every bit as conflicted as he was, so I stood my ground. Finally, he got in the car, started the engine, and took off like a shot, apparently looking to put some distance between us as fast as he could after finally making up his mind.
    I sighed and dropped onto the sofa. I couldn’t believe that had happened again. I also couldn’t wait until the next time. The second half of that made me want to whack my forehead against the wall. I was wildly attracted to someone I couldn’t stand. What was I supposed to do with that?
    I was still contemplating my conundrum when Nana, Ollie and their dogs got home sometime later. Nana’s huge, hairy, brown mutt was named Tom Selleck, for reasons that made sense only to Nana. He ran over and tried to climb on me as soon as he spotted me on the couch, while I flailed around and tried to fend off his advances. He’d always been way too interested in me, in every inappropriate sense of the word. But then, Diego Rivera, Ollie’s little Chihuahua (who was dressed in a pink sweater with a red heart) yipped and left the room. Tommy immediately forgot about me and ran after the Chihuahua. It suddenly occurred to me that I was, through no fault of my own, in a gay love triangle with two dogs. That was so messed up.
    “Hey there, Sweet Pea,” Nana said, sticking her head in the living room. She was dressed in a tasteful pink Chanel suit, which she’d paired with red sunglasses with heart-shaped frames. “I didn’t see you at first. Ollie and I bought a bunch of stuff to make a nice Valentine’s Day dinner at home, since all the restaurants are so crowded today. Do you want to join us? We’re about to start cooking, since my homemade marinara is best when it simmers for a few hours.”
    Nana meant well, but wow did that make me feel pathetic. My best Valentine’s Day offer was to be a third wheel to my eighty-year-old employer and her honey. I got up and said, “Thanks, but I’m just about to go out, right after I run upstairs and change.”
    “Okay, Jessie, have fun! We’ll save you some dessert,” she called before heading to the kitchen.
    I’d forgotten all about the wall-to-wall balloon dicks until I opened my bedroom door again, and spent the next few minutes untangling the giant junk Jenga and lining them up in the hallway. Dante (presumably) had really made an effort to fit as many dicks as he possibly could into my little room. The last one was tucked under the covers in my bed. I left that one there because it made me chuckle, then got dressed in a fitted pink button-down shirt and one of my best pairs of jeans. I figured I might as well sell the idea that I actually had somewhere to go by dressing nicely.
    I grabbed my leather jacket and jogged downstairs, where I found Nana and Ollie in an embrace. She was giggling while he dotted kisses on her cheek. Oh yeah, definitely a third wheel. “Happy Valentine’s Day, you two,” I said. “See you later.” They called goodbye