Chapter 121

Ace

"Where do you want this?" I groan as I hold tightly onto the box that must hold every pot and pan Violet owns.

"The kitchen," she directs me, as she turns around, pointing to where I need to go.

As she does, I try to force my eyes away from the tight pants she's wearing. If there's one thing Violet has, it's a grade A ass. It's firm, tight, and round, with what looks like enough give I could get a good handful if she'd ever let me touch her. Thankful that the box I'm bringing in is hiding what is now an erection, I focus back on the task at hand. Especially when I hear the other helpers stomping up the steps of the porch.

Renegade and Tank come in behind me, both holding boxes, waiting for her to give them directions.

Whitney comes in, carrying Stella in her arms. "Hey Violet, the couch and chair I was able to get from the warehouse that was going out of business is here. You want me just to have them put it on the porch, then the guys can move it?"

"Yeah," she answers,