“Some time ago. Never mind.”
She beamed up at me, and squeezed my arm. Then she bounced over to the oven and the most delicious thing I’d ever smelled came out.
It was lasagna under an aluminum foil, flanked with crusty garlic bread and a green salad.
“See?” she was telling Mac. “Easy-peasy. And you did half of it, too. I barely helped, really.”
I knew that was a damn lie, since most of what Mac had cooked was tough steak, gritty burgers, and paste-like potatoes.
How had Polly managed to somehow transform what had been a very masculine, rough clubhouse into something so . . cozy.
What the hell.
It was like a damn church potluck up in here.
Fizz was bubbling over with obnoxious happiness at being able to hear what everyone was saying, while Mac was out here beaming over compliments and even Vladdy and Uncle were looking less grim these days.
What the hell was wrong with everyone.
“I don’t want you to go around trying toimproveme, woman,” I growled at her.
Polly’s eyes widened. “What would there even be to improve?”
I stared suspiciously down at her. Quite the little bullshit artist, wasn’t she?
“I know I’m a grumpy bastard who is hard to get along with,” I said. “You don’t have to blow smoke up my ass.”
“Idon’t think you’re hard to get along with,” she objected. “Everybody is grumpy sometimes.”
Polly was wearing a long skirt with a T-shirt, the round curve of her ass cheeks jiggling as she shook up the bottle of Ranch dressing.
Ridiculous woman. I stared at her as if I could get her to crack and admit the truth, but she only ran her hand down my arm and asked if I wanted to try her matcha latte.
“Woman, do I look like a cow chewing a cud?” I retorted, but instead of pissing her off, Polly only laughed.
I could even feel myself waking up a little lighter everyday. What the hell.
Despite the fact that I still went to sleep alone on my side as I always had, somehow I seemed to always wake up with Polly in my arms, smelling like sunflower soap or some shit like that, entirely too soft and cuddly and warm in my arms, with her ass against my hard dick, and of course then I had to fuck her and then the whole damn day started out with me feeling almost goddamnrelaxed.
Shit, this was a problem. I was getting way too comfortable with Polly being here.
Maybe she would decide freeuse wasn’t for her. Better for her to be scared off now, before I decided that I wanted her to stay, freeuse or not.
And that was a bad idea. Because I was not the kind of man who did that shit.
I thought all day about how to scare her off, but it wasn’t until the next morning when Vladdy, Uncle, Fizz, and Mac all happened to be gone that I had an idea.
Surely she wasn’t going to want to literally ride my dick at 10 am in the middle of the garage. Even if itwasempty at the moment.
Polly was in the yard, humming as she bent down to pick some herbs, her generous ass raised in the air.
I felt my cock twitch. Well, it wasn’t going to be any trouble to fuck her, but a good girl like her? No way she’d go for this.
“Polly,” I grated out, stretching a big booted foot in front of me and pulling out my cock.
It was uncomfortably hard already, a vivid scarlet and purple color.
“Yes?” she asked, turning around.
