“Yeah,” I rasp, voice low. “I do, baby.”
She smiles, crawling across the center console, and kisses me on the nose.
Her lips move toward the shell of my ear, whispering.
“So… shirtless demo when we get home?”
I groan, dragging a hand down my face, but she’s already laughing, leaning across the console.
CHAPTER 2
Catalina
I’m not even pretending to help. I’m sitting on the floor with my chin resting in my hand as I watch the muscles in his back flex as he bends. Dust clings to the sweat sliding down his spine. He grunts, shifts, and suddenly I’m even more horny than I was.
My phone buzzes in my lap.
Thank God because I would’ve manhandled him right here.
I open the family group chat, the girls and Reed were forced, but that’s besides the point. I snap a sneaky picture of Carter, bent over with a hammer in hand, veins popping in his arms. His hat is turned backward, hair damp at his neck.
Literal sin in cowboy form.
Catalina
ladies & gentlemen… my honeymoon. contractor cowboy porn.
Amelia
Jesus Christ, cat.
Layla
How are you not pregnant yet
Maverick
You look smokin’, Carter, for a grandpa
Catalina
excuse you
Amelia
I support her. If my husband looked like that, demolishing a bathroom, I’d be on my knees already.
Reed
…
Catalina
say something reed
Reed
He should be wearing safety goggles
