#wolfdaddy

The dull roar of a freight train in Baron’s head was a bitch to wake up too. He rolled over in the bed, stretching his long body in the dark, groaning from the hangover. Too much fucking tequila meant he would be sweating his ass off all day, damn beauty queens out drinking him and Corey last night. OH man Baron wondered if Corey made it back to the room alright, he did kinda ditch him for Kylie, he grabbed his jeans off the floor and stumbled to the window to turn on the air conditioner. The room temperature was 89 degrees, turning the knobs till the meter read 60, baron fished through his jean pockets to find his cell phone. Punching in Corey’s number and sitting back into the wave of cool air pouring from the ac unit, Baron hoped he had found his way back to their room. He wasn’t sure how the night went for them, Corey said he wouldn’t let it get out of control. 4 rings, and one hangup, then Corey was calling him back. “Hullo...” “Yo brother where are you?” “I am in at the Crowne Plaza, I think....” Corey groaned as he rolled over in the giant bed. “Where you at wolf?” a nickname that would apparently stick with Baron for the rest of his life and had taken on a whole new meaning thanks to his new muse, “Crowne Plaza too, actually.” He glanced at the bed in his room. Long strands of brown curls splattered across the white pillow case, Kylie stirred in the bed but didn’t wake up. “Oh yeah, breakfast, Waffle house down the road?” “AW man I could fuck some waffle house UP right now...sure let’s meet in the lobby in 30, I need a quick shower.” “True” 

40 minutes later Corey strolled through the lobby, sunglasses on and hoodie pulled low over his head. Both men were feeling rough, but from the huge cheese eating grin he had on his face Baron knew he got lucky.  Both men stayed quiet as they walked to the waffle house down the street. “MAN who knew them sweet looking little beauty queens could drink like fucking sailors.” “Dude I can’t even believe our bar tabs were over $300 a piece...” “Nah dude, I am so glad we switched to beer, I would be on death’s door right now.” “I am death’s door.” both men chuckled a little as they sat down at the bar and looked over the menu. Waffle house was empty, which was nice, so the boys could laugh it up and relax in peace. As they sipped their coffee and went over the shenanigans from the night before, the waitress behind the bar was cute and flirted back some as she took their orders. Corey was a natural flirt, he really couldn’t help himself. As she set down their food, the front door bell rang as someone entered the restaurant. “Oh ladies have a seat anywhere Ill be right with y’all...” the waitress waved off the new customers and continued to smile at Corey and Baron. “No problem hunny, take your time.” followed by a small chuckle responded back to her. The thick country accent whipped Corey’s head around as the women sat at the booth at the back of the waffle house. Heather could feel his intense gaze as she looked over the menu. When Baron realized Corey was distracted he followed his gaze to the two women in the booth, his new muse and her best friend had joined them to eat. 

“oh my god I really hope they just stay at the bar, I could use a breather.” Kylie whispered to Heather. “I know I KNOW.” She whispered back. They were both just hoping to gossip and eat but neither could shake the scent of these men from under their skin. The waitress walked up with a huff, she took down their order without even looking up from her notepad and bustled off to refill the coffee pot as Baron filled his cup with the last of it. “Really?” Kylie said as she watched her practically trip over chairs to get to the boys. “Ha well that was you just last night, but at the bar, and way better looking then that bitch and all up all that dick.” Heather retorted as she sipped her coffee. The girls busted out into laughter, “YEAH WELL...” Kylie trailed off, she had nothing. “HA GOT HER” Both men were looking back at them now as they tried to stifle their laughter. Both women had damp, wild hair and fresh faces. Skinny jeans and baggy T-shirts draped across the skin that was so appetizing last night. Baron loved how low key they both were, these two, waffle house, ha who would have thought. Most of the divas barely ate at all, and here the cream of the crop was ordering enough food for a football team. Corey’s voice rang through Baron’s head with the matter of fact tone “Beauty queens don’t date bad boys...” pffft baron turned back to to his food. Those weren’t just any beauty queens, and even if he wasn’t her type...he made damn sure she knew she was HIS type last night. Baron glanced at Corey who’s attention was no longer on the waitress, but on the booth behind them. He couldn’t shake his attention from them anymore then Baron could. 

So much.

I also love Finn.

I am TORN.....