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“Uh, yeah,” Jagger said. “It’s huge, and we get lost every time we try it. Hate that fucking thing.”
With a laugh, Mickie gently punched his arm. “Big strong guy like you afraid of a little corn?”
JP barked out a laugh. “Damn, I love you woman. Have I invited you to my bed yet?”
Keith stiffened, and not in the way he typically did when Mickie stood so close. Fucking JP was gonna get his balls kicked up to his skull one of these days.
Mickie tilted her head and tapped her lips. “Hmmm, yes, I think six or seven times now. And yes, I’ll happily join you in your bed, under one condition.”
“Sweet.” JP rubbed his hands together. “What is it I can do for you?”
What the fuck?
Hands on her hips, Mickie gave a mischievous grin. “I have this bunny costume I like my partners to wear. Put it on, and I’m all yours.”
Keith burst out laughing. The way she’d deadpanned that line was perfect.
“Okay, which of you assholes told her?” JP asked with narrowed eyes. A few years ago, he’d met some chick at a party and headed back to her house for a signature JP one-night stand. When they’d arrived, she pulled a fuzzy pink bunny costume out of her closet and asked him to put it on. JP swore he didn’t, but the rest of them never bought it. The guy would do damn near anything, especially in the name of getting laid.
Jagger raised his hand and bounced on the balls of his feet like an excited child. “Me! It was me. I told her.”
JP flipped him off with both hands while Mickie snickered. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist. It was just so perfect.” She didn’t sound one bit apologetic.
“You, I like,” JP said, slinging his arm around Mickie’s shoulders. “It’s the rest of these jokers who can screw off.” He tugged Mickie along with him toward rows and rows of ready-to-pick apple trees. “Come on, I need a donut.”
“Let’s go, sis,” Jagger said. He mimicked JP’s move and rested his arm across the back of Ronnie’s shoulders as they followed the laughing duo.
That left Keith trudging behind solo, which he didn’t mind in the least. Gave him a chance to watch the way Mickie’s ass flexed with each step in those skin-tight pants. How women moved in those things, he’d never know, but he was grateful for it because they made stellar asses like Mickie’s look out of his world.
Two hours later, they had bushels of apples, at least ten pumpkins, gourds, hay bales, and plenty of edible goodies packed into the back of Keith’s truck. He’d made the mistake of asking why the hell they needed all this crap only to have his head bitten off by both Ronnie and Mickie, who informed him of the importance of something called seasonal décor.
After that, he’d shut his mouth and lugged whatever they’d handed to him to the truck. In reality, he’d had a blast. His siblings were goofballs and Mickie fit right in, climbing trees and laughing her ass off when JP accidentally grabbed rotten apple. He’d gotten a gooey mess all over his hands much to the hilarity of the rest of them.
Then there was that moment Mickie had climbed a little higher than she was comfortable with. Suddenly, the rest of his siblings were too busy to help, leaving him to spot her. He’d stood under her, watching her body flex and stretch as she reached for what she’d promised was the perfect apple. On the way down, her foot had slipped on a low branch. With a yelp, she’d half jumped, half fallen into him. He’d caught her with ease, lowering her to her feet. As she slid down his body, her pupils had widened with surprise and awareness. Her breath hitched and she clung to his biceps for support. Her scent, fresh and earthy from the afternoon outside wafted around him making it impossible to keep from getting hard. Luckily, he’d managed to pull his hips back before she got a very detailed demonstration of what being so close to her did. They’d stood, pressed together in their own bubble until Ronnie had yelled, “Hey, jackass, bring me a basket,” to JP, breaking the dreamlike spell.
“Thanks,” Mickie had whispered as she’d stepped out of his hold.
He’d stood there for a few moments thinking about oil changes and hoping the nippy air would calm his dick.
Now they were tired, stuffed full of sugary donuts, and their faces had numbed from the chill.
As Keith slammed the tailgate closed, Mickie let out a groan.
“Oh no, we forgot to check out the corn maze.” Genuine disappointment bled through her voice. She gazed off in the direction of the maze with a crestfallen look. With reddened cheeks from being out so long, she looked fresh and damn adorable. At some point, she’d put on a wool cap, which his siblings had teased her about, but it only added to her fashion magazine style.
