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But enough about that.
“I have fun.” I huff, glancing up at him.
He rolls his eyes at me and then hops right on a tractor, plopping his ass on the seat and clenching the steering wheel tightly. “Go on. Have fun then.”
“This…” I wave my hand in his direction, his legs bent up at a ridiculous angle because they’re so long, a goofy smile on his face. “Is not fun.”
“Of course it is.”
And then he does what I knew he’d do. He starts making lawn mower noises with his lips, his mouth vibrating with each exhale, and I feel my cheeks flush. What if people catch this on their phones? What would they think? But as I look about, no one is even paying attention. They couldn’t care less that a grown man is reliving his childhood on a lawn mower.
Nope, they just walk on by, grab their pet some food or whatever these people buy here and walk out. No one is paying attention to the overgrown man-child riding a mower in the middle of the store.
“Bennet,” I hiss. “Honestly, you are not four years old anymore.”
He ignores me and just pats his lap. My eyes settle on his tantalizingly thick thigh, and I swallow.
“Come on, hot stuff. Hop on for a ride.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, and I feel the skin on my face nearly melt off, but there’s no denying that I’m intrigued. That I wanna crawl up onto his lap in the middle of the store and ride him.
Want to ride the tractor in his pants.
He arches his hips up slightly and my gaze hones in on his crotch, and my mind conjures up visions of what is inside. That big, fat dick.
“No,” I whisper, trying like hell to stay strong. But fuck, it’s harder than it looks.
Bennet sits there a moment more before he hops off and ruffles my hair.
“See? No fun.”
“Oh, I’mvery…” I begin as I push his hand away from my perfectly styled hair—or it was before his big mitt pawed at me—and stare deep into his eyes. “Veryfun. When I want to be. You fucking know how fun I can be.”
We stand there, stuck in a heated eye lock, not moving, both of us breathing hard. My mind takes me back to this morning in the barn just before Winnie the Moo made her grand appearance and that demonic bird started squawking. My legs wrapped around his waist, his arms holding me up, his hands on my ass.
His lips impossibly close.
Would I have let him kiss me?
I think I was very close. So fucking close. But I can’t do that. I’m not doingthat.
I clear my throat, breaking the heated stare first because I will not give this town anything else to gossip about. If we suddenly make out in the middle of the store, people will have something to say. And I just feel like Kristy and I are getting along. I don’t want to set us back. I need her to keep turning a blind eye to my hidden veggies.
“Where is this coffee?” I manage to choke out, and Bennet blinks back to our current situation.
He takes a step back and nods his head toward the rear exit of the store. “Come on.”
Our legs carry us through the first set of sliding doors, and when I look to my left, I see a tiny coffee stand. It’s just a one-person setup with a smiling lady behind it who recognizes Bennet right away.
“Well, Bennet! Look at you. I heard you were home,” she says in her deep Southern drawl.
Bennet smiles widely and waves. “Hi, Ms. Delilah. How have you been?”
The woman smiles at him all bright and sunny like everyone else here does, and I wonder for a moment if they know each other’s social security numbers. I mean, they know everything else, so what’s one other itty-bitty thing? Gods.
I’m so out of my element.
“I’m doing well. Jimbob said he was over for dinner the other night at your place. He sure missed you.”
I stiffen at that name. “Jimbob?” I ask.
