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She shook her head though, glancing away from me. “It’s a big day tomorrow and I should be getting back home.”
“Without your car?”
“Charlie’s letting me use hers since she’s staying here with her parents.”
I nodded. “Just make sure you’re gassed up.”
She rolled her eyes and then sauntered toward me, a saucy smile on her lips. “Yes, sir. And same to you.”
She was teasing, but she had no clue how much her saying that had me wanting to flip her back over, this time over my lap. Oh yes, I could just imagine how right it would feel to have her ass up and squirming, the heat of her right over my rigid—
I grabbed her by the back of her head, hands gripping her hair, and dragged her in for a hard kiss.
She surrendered and crashed into my chest, her lips yielding to mine.
But then, almost as soon, she was pushing against my chest and pulling back. Goddamn this woman, never fully submissive, always pushing, pushing.
Part of me wanted to pull her back, to master her completely, but the part of my sanity I was still managing to hold onto let her go.
For now, anyway.
But maybe soon I could steal her away for a weekend. And show her what I could do when I really had my leisure. I’d tie her up exquisitely. To keep her exactly where I wanted while I played and explored each part of her at will. At my will.
Not now, though.
Now she danced away from me and I had to live with the memory of the taste of her on my lips. But that only made my cock leap, because I hadn’t had the taste of her on my tongue, not really yet. And that was a travesty that I would absolutely fix the next time I had her beneath me. I’d latch my arms around those thighs of hers and lock her in place until I memorized the smell and taste of her, and had her screaming my name until she forgot her own…
“See you later, sexy,” she said with a cute little wave as she sauntered out of the stable.
I shut my eyes and breathed out hard. When that didn’t work, I put a hand down on my hard cock. “Down, boy. You heard the lady. Later.”
And I was left to try to walk off my damn stiffy as I cleaned up my work tools and made my way back up to the main house. Charlie’s car was gone and I breathed out again, my body finally back under control. Mostly anyway. As long as I did not think of a certain curvy red-headed siren who could tempt the saintliest monk. And I was far from saintly. Ha.
I pulled open the door to the house and heard voices from beyond the foyer in the kitchen. Since we’d redesigned the house, we’d made this door the front door since we all used it as one anyway. Except now, instead of opening right into the kitchen, I walked into the foyer. The bottom floor was fairly open concept except for the one-bedroom suite in the back, so even from here I could see everyone congregated in the area off to the side of the kitchen.
We didn’t have flooring in here yet, so it was still just a concrete base with basic drywall up on the walls. Hardly the most welcoming, but it was clean, and we’d managed to scrounge up a big picnic table that Charlie had covered with a big plastic gingham tablecloth.
And really, who cared what the table looked like when you had catering from a premiere restaurant in the hill country? Reece had stopped off and gotten the meal earlier, with instructions to reheat and serve. It smelled fucking delicious and I couldn’t wait to dig in.
In addition to the rest of the usual ranch chores—which on their own were enough to keep a man working all day—I’d been finishing up restorations on the barn. And that after staying up till an ungodly hour in the morning last night finishing up this place so it’d be not just adequate accommodations for Charlie’s parents, but luxury, since apparently, they were some kinda hoity toity who couldn’t handle any sorta rough living.
“Oh, look.” Reece jumped up from where he was sitting like a damn jackrabbit and started my way. “It’s my twin brother I’ve been talking your ear off about. Jeremiah,” he said, clapping me on the back after loping over to me, “come meet Charlie’s mom and dad.”
I walked forward, my brother’s arm heavy around my neck. As I got closer, I was wondering if maybe I should’ve run by the bunkhouse and changed—especially when Mrs. Winston’s nose wrinkled in distaste like she could smell me. Mr. Winston sat beside her, eyes on her instead of me, and it was obvious where he took his cues from.
A weight sank in my stomach.
People used to look at me like this. Like I stank. Like I was street trash it was better for their eyes to skim right past.
“Sorry, it’s my bad manners,” I said, wiping my hands on my jeans even though they weren’t exactly dirty. Well, not in the way this uptight lady imagined. I’d just had them all over Ruth’s soft skin.
I looked to Reece. “Why don’t I go change and I’ll be right back?”
His face was apprehensive, glancing between me and his in-laws, and he gave a sharp nod. “’Kay. Be quick.”
But then Charlie stood up, looking appalled. “What? No. You’re perfectly fine. Have a seat. We understand you’ve come in after a hard day at work. Don’t we, Mom?”
Her mother held a handkerchief that she’d materialized from somewhere to her nose and shot a glance my way. “Of course,” she said in the falsest voice I’d ever heard. “Please. Sit.”
