Broken Read Free

was going to be entertaining at least.
    Hey, I could use some good kind of spice in my life. That was for sure.
    Later the sprinkler was moved again, and I swore that time I hadn’t done it. I did burst out laughing at what I saw though—three grown men hopping through it.
    “Sorry, hope you don’t mind,” Cypress panted as he jogged over to me.
    “Not at all,” I gasped, leaning over and resting my hands on my knees. “That’s—you guys are—yeah, too funny.”
    “We moved it a few times for you when we realized you time it for a half an hour in each spot. Figured it was the least we could do after you’ve been so kind to us.”
    I rolled my eyes at him when I stood up straight. “I thought I was going nuts. Yeah, that’s great, thanks.”
    “We just moved it here so is this the last spot?” he hedged, glancing at Aspen and Teak who were waving for me to join them. I shook my head and focused on Cypress.
    “No, the front of my house and the side, but I have to switch out the sprinkler head for that or I’ll just soak the woods. Just set it on the front lawn when you guys are done playing, and I’ll do the side.” I smiled at him, a real, grateful smile. “Thank you, Cypress. That’s really nice of you guys to have thought of doing that for me.”
    “Hey, it’s what friendly neighbors do, right? You saved our bacons with the garbage thing, Cara. And the lawn mower. Can we take you up on that in the morning? We decided unloading the truck was enough for today.”
    “Yeah, sure. I’m a morning riser, so when I’m up, I’ll open the garage so you know you can come on over. I’m pretty sure I emptied the gas and oil in the fall so just knock on the door and we’ll take a look.”
    “You’re the best.” He shot me a smile that actually made me feel like the best—which was silly, but it did—before heading back with his friends.
    I kinda already adored having them as my neighbors. Crazy, right? Then again, they seemed too good to be true so something had to be wrong with them. Watch, three younger, single guys would have a ton of loud parties that would make me hate them.
    Yeah, I was a realist. So sue me?
    That night I finally finished up work and made myself a drink, needing to unwind as I recapped the day and figured out what tomorrow would hold. I went out onto the deck with my drink, smokes, my notebook, and pen as the sun was falling behind the trees so there was enough light to see and write, but before the bug invasion from the woods. I plopped down on the resin box I kept out there for storage that had a bench seat on it and stared out into the woods, taking a sip and letting out a huge sigh.
    It had been a good day, productive, non-stressful, with a few laughs and one I wouldn’t mind repeating. Hey, I was an easygoing person who really didn’t ask for much in life.
    I heard a soft moan and glanced to my left, slightly choking on my drink at what I saw. Namely Teak on his knees in front of Aspen giving the man a blow job—and Aspen staring at me. Catching my drink at the last second before I dropped it over my porch, I cussed under my breath when I spilled some on my lap. I stood, my notebook falling to the deck with a slap, the noise echoing against the quiet. My cheeks flushed as I realized I was fumbling like an idiot as if I’d just walked into their bedroom and done something wrong.
    I was on my deck after all. I took a slow, deep breath and gathered myself mentally before picking up my notebook. Then I couldn’t help my curiosity—I did write gay erotic romance under two of my pen names after all—and glanced over at their deck. Aspen now had his hands fisted in Teak’s hair and was thrusting hard into the man’s mouth, smiling widely as he focused on me, moaning loudly.
    Fuck, he liked that I was there.
    I didn’t know what to make of that. Part of me wanted to sit back down and watch… A big part of me, but it still felt wrong, like I was intruding. I mean, Teak had