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“What’s funny, asshole?” I asked.
“That girl is going to make you soft on her. Make sure that I am the best man.”
I picked up a piece of gravel and pegged him in the leg.
“Son of a—”
“You’re not invited,” I said to him as I walked in the garden's direction.
“Fuck you. I’m the only person coming.”
We both laughed as we went on our way.Fucker...
DANTE
It was hard to get work done with Michelle hanging around the office, so I’d went back to the farm to help. I’d had to let go a couple of hands, so to make sure that production didn’t fall behind, I pitched in.
As soon as I pulled up, I saw Tim loading up the shipment retrieval truck. Most things delivered right to the farm, but there was a local place we purchased high-quality feed from and to get the price reduced, we picked it up every week instead of paying the delivery fee.
“Just in time,” I said as I exited my truck.
“Are you going to go get this load?” Tim asked, as he shook my hand.
“I am. There are other things around here for you to worry about other than picking up stuff. Plus, I noticed we were low on some other things, and I want to see what kind of deal I can get Old Man Sam to give me.”
Tim laughed and shook his head. “Always looking for a deal.”
“You bet. Why else do you think I offered you a job? The other guy wanted more.” I bumped him in the chest playfully.
“Ouch. Brother, I thought we were better than that. Who was the other guy?” he half-jokingly asked.
There wasn’t another guy. Tim and I had been friends since we were kids. He’d helped me around the farm plenty and seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. When Dad asked me who I thought would be good to run things under us, he was the first and only guy I thought of.
“Me.” I winked at him as I jumped into the truck.
“Fuck that. Your dad would have chosen me over you any day. I was the son he never had, but always wanted. Handy, smart, and good looking. And you’re... well… just his son.”
I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. “Fuck you!”
“You’re not my type. I always knew you wanted me, though. You kept fucking all my leftovers.”
“Ouch again! I did not know you fucked the twins,” I admitted.
“Sure you didn’t.” Tim backed away, flipping me the finger. “Bitch!”
“Quit telling people my nickname for you!” I yelled out the window as I began backing the truck up.
Tim laughed again and flashed his ass at me. I was going to kick him in it later.Pussy.
I turned on the radio, and instantly my soul began grooving to the music and my body followed. Sam Hunt’s “Body Like a Back Road” played through the speakers. I thumbed the steering wheel as I drove, feeling the words completely. Jumping in, I belted out the lyrics with one woman in mind. The words made me stop and think for a second. How would all those curves Michelle had look in jeans? Boots? And I didn’t mean the work kind. The way my body responded told me all I needed to know. We were going to have to get her some.
The radio station was on a roll for a bit, giving me some Florida Georgia Line, Chris Stapleton, and Luke Combs. Then, something came on I’d never heard before, and I changed the station. Chris Brown and Drake put me back in the zone with their “No Guidance” track. I pulled into the lot, singing the lyrics and tapping my left foot. I turned off the truck after the song ended, feeling wonderful.
I knew there was a pep in my step that wasn’t there the previous week. I owed it to Michelle. Spending the past few days with her had done something to me, and it wasn’t just the sex. Her laughter, the way she challenged me, her raw sex appeal, and the way she was comfortable being her. She didn’t hide. I got her in my face uncut, and I loved it.
I walked up to the counter and saw Sam’s daughter, Chelsea. Normally, her presence bothered me because the girl was barely eighteen and she flirted harder than any other woman I’d encountered. She’d offered me blowjobs and many other sexual favors. And all she wanted in exchange was to marry me. Easy deal, right? Wrong. Aside from the fact that I could be her daddy, she wasn’t my type. She was immature, blonde, and very skinny. They had offered her a scholarship at some pretty prestigious schools, so I knew she was smart. None of that was persuading me to take her up on her offers.
Ironically, that stuff wasn’t bothering me today. I was planning to take Michelle out, show her a good time, and possibly take her home with me so I could hold her while we slept. If the lovin’ happened, I’d be fine with that, too, but I just wanted to feel her close. After all the shit I’d been through lately, I knew I’d hardened up. Michelle had a way of lending me some of her softness. I needed that in a big way. I was taking in as much as she was giving, and she didn’t seem like she was pulling it back soon.
