Lewis - Just Like This

Just Like This

By Taylor Lewis

Copyright 2014 Taylor Lewis

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For my son and everyone else who believed I could do this. Thank you for all your support and encouragement, I hope I dont let you down.

Just Like This

Taylor Lewis

Chapter 1.

When Adam Clarkson gave any thought to finally meeting the love of his life - which, as he was a young, attractive, have fun live-in-the-moment kind of guy wasn't all that often - he never really considered seeing him for the first time yelling at three little kids, sweating up a storm and lugging boxes from a broken down pick-up into an even more broken down house, but damned if that wasn't what happened.

Adam had arrived home from the set of his TV show a little earlier than usual that day, shooting having gone well and the light a little too good to really be convincing for the much needed twilight shoot of him single-handedly beating down ten feral werewolves, and he was looking forward to sucking down a cold one, grabbing a burger and then having a good soak in his tub before heading out to suck down a few more cold ones and maybe pick up a little action for the night.

He'd bounced out of his jeep without really registering the strange truck parked outside the neighboring house. His attention was caught by the high pitched squeal of excitement as a kid of uncertain gender launched itself off the wrap around veranda of the old Brown place and headed at speed down the overgrown path. "Dad, this is so cool . There's like a massive spider in the bathroom and Kate's screaming like a total wuss 'cos she thinks its gonna, like, kill her or something! Seriously!"

"Scott, dude, give me a break, huh?" The low, stressed out voice had all Adam's attention snapping from the kid - and seriously, Scott, with that hair? - and focusing on the man that was wiggling back butt first from the rear of the pick-up, wrestling with what looked like the last of many huge packing crates in a long line judging from the pile already on the much neglected lawn. "Whack it with a broom or something and go save your sister, kinda busy here."

Even from a distance of ten yards Adam could see the expressive eye roll Scott gave under his way too long bangs. "Dad, she's gonna like pee herself or something - seriously, you gotta see this."

" Scott !" The level of frustration in the man's voice reached whole new levels as he continued his butt wiggle - much to Adam's ever-lasting appreciation and gratitude - and the owner of the impressive ass cursed explosively when he slipped and his knee thudded with harsh force against the side of the truck. "For Petesake, get out of the damn way and go help your sister or when I get this box out I swear I'll make you pee yourself!"

"Da-aaad!" Adam gritted his teeth against the long drawn out wail because that right there was every reason and then some that he'd never wanted kids of his own. "Da-aaad, come on . This totally pays her out for frogging my lunch pack last week!"

"SCOTT!" The rejoining bellow impressed the hell out of Adam - even more than the ass - but it would remain a mystery as to whether it impressed Scott because at that moment the front door of the old Brown house banged again and two more filthy little urchins shot out and barreled towards their much put upon father with even more ear splitting squeals than their brother.

"Daddy, Scott threw a tarantula at me and locked me in the bathroom!" Adam cocked an amused eyebrow and watched as a vision in dirt streaked pink t-shirt, jeans and what looked like a healthy smearing of snot hurled herself past her smirking brother and right into the back of her father's thighs. The loud and indignant OOF as the unfortunate man lost his balance again and crashed face first back into the rear of the truck had Adam chuckling out loud, but the sight of the last child - proudly holding aloft something in his chubby little fist - had him breaking out into a full on belly laugh.

Clearly younger than his two siblings by some years and with only a very soggy diaper and one sock covering his stocky body, the obvious baby of the family crowed delightedly, "'Pider! I got it! I killed it!" and grabbed hol d of his sister's leg to try and hoist himself up to shove it in her hand and presumably reassure her that the threat had been effectively neutralized. "It dead! I killed it!"

If Adam thought the previous shrieks had been ear-splitting then clearly he had a lot to learn because the one the girl gave in response to the toddler's enthusiastic reassurances pretty much rattled all the windows in the neighborhood.

"Jesus Christ!" The owner of the fine looking ass finally managed to push himself upright and turned awkwardly around, grimacing when his daughter wailed again and head butted him in the groin in her frantic bid to escape her younger sibling. He scowled when he caught side of his eldest son rolling in hysterical laughter on the floor, clutching his belly with both hands and kicking his heels gleefully. "Scotty, I swear to God....oh for Chrissakes, Danny, what is it ?" There was a brief pause and then...."FUCK!"

And Adam Clarkson had the singular experience of knowing that at three fifteen on Tuesday the fifth of June he fell ass over tea kettle, totally and for all time in lust with his next door neighbor when the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen widened comically and the hysterical girl-child was shaken off her fathers leg as he scrambled desperately away from his children yelling frantically, "Christ, that's huge! Danny, put it down, put it down! PUT IT DOWN! "

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It took some time, but order was eventually restored and Adam judged it a good moment to introduce himself when the object of his lustful attentions had the three miscreants lined up before him and was delivering a heated speech on why they were the worst three kids in the world ever and the minute he got himself together enough to find the key to the basement they were being locked down there with nothing but bread and water for the next twenty years and, seriously Kate, not a goddamned tarantula !

Adam strolled up just as Mr. Hottie was winding up for his big finish - apparently cable and 'net time were being ruthlessly stripped before they'd even been switched on - and fixed a friendly grin on his face as he stuck out his hand. "Hey there, Im Adam. I'm guessing you're my new neighbors?" And then found himself blinking when four people suddenly melted into two and he found himself staring down into a pair of cool, wary eyes. He dropped his hand when it became apparent Mr. Hottie wasn't going to shake it and chose to believe it was because of the toddler he'd scooped up and now held close to his chest like a cross between a shield and a security blanket. "Uh, hi."