Make Sh*t Happen
Bryce
I asked Bryson how he met Shay, a f*cking dating app. I didn’t think she was the type of person to be on one of those, but what do I know? We don’t know anything about each other, except that we fit well together. F*ck we fit so well together.
I had applied for Becks Security on a whim. I was in between jobs. Mostly, I worked as a bouncer at various clubs. I traveled from New York and was doing odd jobs across the country, making my way to Vegas. I was scrolling through my phone when I saw noti for Indeed. Security Specialist for Becks Security. I did a stint in the Army, six years of my life being
yelled at, following orders, making and losing friends. Was being looked at hard by the Rangers, but that was a no-go for
- I didn’t want to be a lifer in the military, I didn’t want to be the one to go into enemy territory. I wanted to do my four
years and get out. But when I signed up, there was a bonus for doing six years. And at 18, 25k sounded like a lot of
money. So I did a lot of grunt work. Went to a lot of places, went to Afghanistan three times and when my six years were
up, I didn’t re-up. I was a good soldier who did what I was supposed to and banked some money.
When I got out, I went home. Mom was happy to see me. I was happy to see her, but what I wasn’t happy about was the new man sitting in her living room. She said she had gotten married while I was overseas and didn’t know how to tell me. I knew she was a little needy, but I didn’t think she’d glom on to some a*shole. It had only been us. She never dated when I was growing up. Maybe I was a little jealous of some man I didn’t know had my mom’s attention, but she looked tired, and there were a lot of beer cans around. I asked if she was okay, and she nodded. I guessed that time would tell. But I
didn’t stick around. And then I got word they had died. They had been hit by a drunk driver, and now I was alone.
I had gotten into some trouble a couple of times, none of it my fault. Just stopping some r*pist a*sholes from ruining some girls’ lives. Thank f*ck for surveillance cameras in the clubs that the assaults took place in. Instead of me going to jail, those jack a*sses went to jail. But, the stain was still on my record for anyone to see. I technically spent time in jail
for those incidents. It was all public record.
I didn’t think I’d get the job and Becks Security, let alone team lead, but I was sure f*cking grateful. Getting the job stopped my plans of drifting around to setting down roots in Denver.
Meeting Bryson was a f*cking God send. He made me laugh and forget about the rough times in my life. His life growing up was ideal, but for the one bad spot, that c*nt Christine did a number on his heart. Thank f*ck he got away from that psycho user b*tch. Honestly, if it wasn’t for him and this job, I’d probably have eaten a bullet.
Meeting Shay came out of left field. I wasn’t looking for someone like her. Hell, I wasn’t looking for a chick at all. I was on my way to the bar to get Bryson and I drinks when I saw the dude slip some powder into a drink, swirl it and hand it to a blonde who had the nicest ass I had ever seen in her little mini skirt. I purposely bumped into her, making her spill her
drink and then yanked her away from the f*cktard that I wanted to tear apart and probably would have, except I looked at her face. F*ck, she was an angel, a f*cking dream. Her skin was flawless except for a few little freckles that dotted her face randomly. Her lips were plump and full. Her eyes were a kaleidoscope of different hues of green. I was mesmerized.
When she blurted out that I was hot, I couldn’t help smiling. I knew I was good-looking, but she looked gobsmacked, and I had to admit it did something to me that this stunning creature found me hot. Then she kissed me, and hauled me into a
dark corner.
She was all over me, and I was definitely a willing participant.
I had to taste her. If her mouth tasted this good, I needed to taste her p*ssy, so I did, and I knew she would be delicious. Making sure she had her senses about her, I showed her the condom and when she said she still wanted me, I wanted to
shout to the heavens.
Feeling her wrapped around me almost made me bust a nut before we even started. I hadn’t had a woman in over a year.
1/3
Make Sh⚫t Happen
Close to a year and a half, some bar chick that I couldn’t even remember her name when I was on the road.
+8 Points
Shay had been something. I felt this click inside me, like yeah, this is home, this is where I want to be for the rest of my life. But when I turned around after throwing the condom away and while I was putting myself back together, she had disappeared. I had rushed out into the club looking all around. Then I rushed back into the hallway and waited for ten minutes by the women’s restroom, thinking maybe she was peeing and cleaning herself up. When she didn’t come out, I texted Bryson asking him to meet me in the hallway. I had explained that I had met a girl that I needed to see if things were as good between us as I thought they were and asked him to help me find her. We searched the club for an hour
and got nothing.
I thought about her the rest of the weekend and then seeing her at the races blew my mind. When she told me she was
on a date, a possessiveness crashed through me that I’d never felt before. No way was I letting her give what I
considered mine to someone else. Then, seeing her next to Bryson, I thought jealousy would fill me, but it didn’t and I
smirked. Instinctively, I knew he wasn’t a threat.
This deal we made tonight. Even though I suggested it, I had something else in mind. I just didn’t know if Bryson would
be into it. Especially with what happened with Christine. Walking in on the woman you loved with your so-called best
friend banging her in your bed at the house you just bought together isn’t something one forgets. We’ve never talked
about sharing a woman before. I was actually surprised he even went along with my suggestion. Maybe he really was healed. So, maybe this might open him up to the idea once he’s got a couple of dates under his belt with Shay. I trust Bryson with my life, and I know I can trust him with my girl, because whether they realize it or not, Shay will be my girl. I just need my best buddy to come along with me and turn our couple into a throuple. I’m down to share with him, but only
him. Bryson loves the concept of being in love, and I’m his best friend. And what do best friends do? They make dreams
come true for those they care about.
I downloaded the app and made a private profile. I was glad that was an option. I didn’t need anyone blowing up my
phone with swipes. My profile pic was a shot of my torso. I had a six-pack, but it wasn’t super defined, but they were
defined enough to see, especially when I was flexing. I had what some women called a bulky build, like a lumber jack.
I found Shay, f*ck her pictures were gorgeous. I blew up the one of her smiling, screenshot it, edited it, and now it was my
lock screen. Oh sh*t, she cooks and bakes. I’ll be her f*cking tastetester. I work out so I can eat whatever I want. I love
food. I clicked on the message icon.
Found you Pretty Girl. And I have to let you know, I’m going to have a lot of fun being your taste tester. You already know what this tongue can do. I talked to Bryson. You should give him a call. 303-655-5552. Mine is basically the same except the last two numbers are 41. Now let’s make a date for tomorrow night after work?
í smiled and couldn’t wait to hear her response. I hoped her friend was okay.
Thinking about Bryson and me and dreams. I wanted a family, one that I could count on. Bryson wanted a wife, kids and the whole picket fence thing. He’s talked about it a lot. His parents were still together and he had two younger brothers. He talked a lot about the holidays and was really bummed he missed last Thanksgiving and Christmas due to training. So
yeah, I wanted to make our dreams come true.
Call me fairy Godmother, or father, daddy? Idk. I’m about to make sh*t happen.
