“If you don’t love yourself, how thehellare you going to love someone else to quote Mama Ru. I’m aware that I may have used my masculine wiles to…now what?”
“It had nothing to do with your wiles.” I cocked a brow. He folded his arms over his chore coat. I waited. He eventually rolled those gorgeous eyes of his. “Okay, fine, maybe it had a little to do with your wiles. You’re a sexy man, smart, funny. You did not coerce me into sucking your dick. That was all on me. I wanted to have sex. It’s been since before Cassie died and you were just here.”
Ouch. That stung more than a little, but my keen insight into people told me he was forking some big bullshit and since there were no bulls in this barn…
“Ah, so I was just a warm body.”
“Exactly. A warm body. Just a way to get off.”
My but he was smug. So confident in his logic.
“But you didn’t get off,” I parried.
His jaw worked furiously for a second or two. “We have work to do.”
He spun. I followed. “No, no, wait!” I jumped over a pile of nanny berries. I really hated to get my lilac boots dirty. They were so cute. I slipped around in front of him, stepping over a blind cat and his duck bodyguard as they passed through. “If you were just using me for release, then you really suck at it because you never had a release. I did, and it was incredible. But you didn’t. That means that you like me just a little.”
That brought him up short. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re everything that Cassie and I hated.”
I skipped around in front of him, the cow pen at my back. “You may hate what I represent, but as a man, you find me titillating. You can admit it. I think you are sexy as fuck. All that hair and attitude, and the flannel. Mm, wrap me up and call me a lumberjack lover.”
Hey, Decker? Yeah, buddy. I’m just kind of wondering what happened to “No kissing or flirting. Just hard work. A good work ethic will impress him more than your tongue massaging his glans” from like fifteen minutes ago? Just curious.
Fuck off, I’m on a roll.
“You’re so weird,” he stated, pushing around me to enter the milking room. I followed along because…well, because I was a dumbass who didn’t listen to himself.
“Thank you. I embrace my weirdness and my gayness.” He threw a scowl over his shoulder, but it was a weak one. “You know, all you have to do is tell me to leave. I am legally bound to vacate your premises, should you request it. Tell me to go and never come back and I will.”
He flung open the door to his living space. The warm air was lovely. I’d not noticed how cold my nose had grown.
“That would void our bet,” he replied, turning to face me, his gaze snapping with something profound. Irritation perhaps? He was hard to read at times. Drove me crazy…in a good way.
I closed the door on the critters. “Yes, it would, but—
“I’m not allowing you to back out of our bet simply because things are a little awkward with us. If we keep our hands to ourselves, we’ll be fine.”
We stood there staring at each other. A log popped in the stove. The tree in the corner was lying on its side, half the boughs eaten down to the wooden branch. That darn Bitsy. My gaze flickered from the now popcorn-less tree back to Acosta. He wet his lips. I did the same. His sight dropped to my mouth and rocketed back up, latching onto my gaze and holding it. The room was suddenly too warm. Far too warm.
“It’s really hot in here,” I softly said.
“You should take off your clothes,” he whispered gruffly. “Coat. I meant coat.”
“Did you? Did youreallymean coat?”
He drew in a long, hot breath, his chest expanding under that yummy flannel shirt and Carhartt coat combo that was making me hard. Okay, fine, it wasn’t just the flannel. It was the man. Guess it didn’t matter that I’d jerked off in the shower just an hour ago to flaming recollections of him swallowing my cock. Dick was now stiff again. Insatiable prick.
“Yes.” A pause, another swipe of his pink tongue over his sensual lips. “No.”
We came together like a couple of runaway trains on the same track. The collision stole my breath. My hands dove into his hair, knotting the strands tightly around my fingers as his tongue slid into my mouth possessively. He cupped my ass, lining us up, hard cocks rubbing as we walk/stumbled to the unmade bed.
“Taste so good…” Acosta huffed while tugging at my fly. He had my pants down to my knees and my prick in his hand in seconds. I tugged on his lower lip with my teeth, angling his head left then right, sucking on the spot that I’d just had between my teeth.
“You too…hot coffee sweet…rub the head. Oh! Perfect, perfect.”
He purred, the vibrations rolling from his mouth into mine as he licked in deep. Our tongues writhed and tangled as he stroked me. Each pass of his hand over the head of my cock made me shudder and moan.
“Will you fuck me?” His request came with a huge intake of air. “It’s been so long since I’ve been pounded into the bed.”
