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“What did your brother mean about things changing? He said about your grandparents…”
My nipples harden as his eyes drift down again and the thrill of what I’m about to tell him fuels my already overactive fantasies.
“Well, looks like we are going to be moving in with Gran and Paps. Davis wants to work on some business venture here in Frankenmuth. Some oil thing. So, next month, were moving in.”
Dodge’s dark eyes pin to mine as I bite my bottom lip, waiting for his response. When he just stares at me in silence, my mouth engages before my brain can make it stop.
“So, be careful, you might see me walking around in my underwear or something. I know you can see the house from the barn. My bedroom is on the second floor, facing that way.”
The length standing thick under the front of his jeans jumps as he runs his hands to the back of his neck and drops his head.
“You shouldn’t say things like that to me.”
A flush of fear prickles the back of my neck at the sound of his words. I’m breathing harder as I swallow and wonder if my playful teasing has gone too far.
“Okay—” I start, then yelp when his hands fly down, moving from the back of his neck to mine, encircling my throat, his thumbs raking up and down over my windpipe.
My skin feels like it’s on fire, every nerve sparking and tingling. The tension between us is at a thousand degrees. He’s the sexiest man on the planet and if we weren’t in a crowded bar, dare I say there may be no stopping what I think is happening here.
I slip from my seat, his hands guiding me forward as he bends down, warm breath at my ear.
“Because when you talk like that, it just makes me want to flip that little teasing skirt up over your ass, bend you over and introduce you to my tongue. Mount you on my face until you fill my mouth with that warm honey you’ve been saving for me. You’ve been saving it, haven’t you?”
I nod, barely able to sneak in a breath before he continues, closing the space between us as my pussy aches and throbs, his hard cock pressing into my hip.
“You’re going to come on my mouth, little Sugar Plum. Raking your nails down my back when I spread your sweet legs and feed you every inch of my cock.”
His harsh, filthy words shock me, but I’m as turned on as I’ve ever been. My pussy clenches and I can almost feel the tip of that impressive length prodding my entrance.
I should pull back, get away, but I’m encased in concrete. The sensation of his fingers wrapped around my throat is sexier than anything I could imagine. I let my hands drift to his biceps, feeling the hard bulges, big as cantaloupes, turn into stone. He could do anything he wanted with me if we were alone.
And, God, all of a sudden I want to be alone. With him.
The rest of the world disappears and I wonder if anyone is watching. His face is in front of mine, so close as I push up on my tiptoes.
“Dodge,” I rasp, my fingertips digging into the flannel fabric covering his hard muscle, and I swear I can feel his cock pulsing against my belly.
One of his plate-sized hands slips from my neck upward, his fingers tangling in my hair as he tugs back, my face looking up as he crushes our lips together.
I whimper and shake. My knees barely holding my weight as I moan and revel in the man of my fantasies being hard for me. Kissing me right here in front of everyone.
He’s handling me like a possession, without a care to who might be watching, and this alpha, caveman thing is more erotic than it should be, but right now I don’t care.
“Hey, you have a little accident here?” The bartender’s voice breaks the moment as an exchange of hot and cold shivers battle up and down my spine.
I look over to see him picking up the remnants of Dodge’s white mug and then my eyes drift across the bar, seeing my brother give me the thumbs up.
Shit.
I start to panic.
“I’m sorry,” I babble, pulling back. “I should go…”
“You come over. I’ll be waiting.” He growls as I stare, confused. “Your brother said you will come over later to see the reindeer. I’ll be waiting.”
I should say no. Should say I can’t come, but instead I say, “Will be about an hour probably. Thank you. You know how much I love your reindeer.”
“Good. They love you too,” he answers, as I turn toward the table where my brother sits and scurry that way.
The air burns my lungs as I try to settle my breathing. I cover my mouth with my hand, pinching my nose as I plop into my seat, staring around the table at everyone talking like the world didn’t just move under their feet.
