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She grunts.
“That’s my thing,” I tell her. “The grunting.”
That gets another laugh out of her.
“Shut up, cowboy.”
I do, and I count the seconds until she’s snoring softly. Only then do I let myself close my eyes and relax enough to fall asleep with her in my arms.
I startle awake,sitting up like a vampire in an old movie but with serious force. And for some odd reason, Rhett is leaning over me, which means our heads collide really, really fucking hard.
“God dammit, woman!” he growls.
“Motherfucking shit balls!” I shout. “Rhett! What the hell?”
His hand comes around my mouth, effectively shutting me up as I rub the pounding pain in my forehead. His eyes are wide and grumpy. He looks very, very grumpy. I raise an eyebrow, but then I hear it. Someone is knocking on my front door. I swat his hand away.
“Who is it?” I whisper.
“Poppy?” Katherine. It’s his mom. His mom is standing on my front porch, and I have her son naked in my bed.
“Oh, shit.” I try not to burst out laughing at the look on his face. He is fucking terrified.
“Poppy! We brought you breakfast!”
Now it’s my fucking turn to be terrified. Because that was Jolene’s sweet voice. My eyes go wide, and he nods his head.
“Yeah, you have to go answer your damn door.” Growly ass this morning.
“Dramatic,” I say with a sigh. “Put your clothes on, and sneak out the back or something.”
“What am I? Sixteen?”
“You’re sure as shit acting like it.” I throw a robe over myself. “Coming, sorry! One sec!” I shout toward the door.
“My shit is in the living room.”
“Oh, that is unfortunate for you.”
“Poppy,” he growls.
I roll my eyes. “I’ll throw ’em down the hall. Get dressed and sneak out the back or hide in my room. But I can guarantee they’ll be coming inside.”
“You have me fit to be fuckin’ tied, woman.”
His hair is sticking up all over his head, and even his beard has a bit of bed head. Even when he’s grumpy, I can’t help but get a little gooey-eyed over him. The sun is coming in through the window above the bed, and it’s shining on his tanned shoulders. My eyes roam over the hair on his chest and stomach… I’ve never been with anyone so hairy. I really, really like it.
“Quit gawkin’ and go answer the damn door.”
“God, you’re grumpy in the mornings.”
He stands up and stalks over toward me, backing me against the wall. God, he smells good. His hands cup my jaw, and when he leans in, I feel myself go up on my tiptoes, trying to get closer to his mouth. I want him to kiss me. I want him to still want me in the light of day.
“And you, Poppy Sharpe, are still dripping with my cum. So go out there and get rid of them so we can take a shower.”
Did he just saywe?
I groan and savor the softness of his lips as they skate over my own.
