Deke Slayton

She felt the arm she was holding tense suddenly. "What's the matter with you, Whit?" Carla asked lightly. "He's just my brother. What were you expecting, you big fucker," she laughed, leaning against him, pressing her tit into his other arm. "You didn't say anything about a brother. I didn't know you had a brother. Damn it, we had it all figured out. What are you trying to pull?" "I'm not pulling anything, honey," she cooed soothingly. "Deke's with me, that's all. The split's just the same as before, sweetie. Besides, we have to have someone who talks English, don't we?" "Emmett and Harry talk English," Whit said, still not moving. "You call that talking?" she laughed. "It takes another wild pig to understand what those swamp boys are grunting." "Fuckin' bitch," Emmett grated. "I'm gonna see you get your cunt sucked off by a bull gator when this is over." Carla lifted her brows. "See?" she shrugged. She urged Whit forward. "Come on, it's all right. Everything's under perfect control, honey, I promise." Whit got into the boat ...»