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“Leave her alone about it,” I whispered, donning my hat before walking through the front door, shutting it firmly behind me.
ChapterSixteen
Moira
Things were heating up with Grant, I couldn’t deny it. Spending the week avoiding him had been mildly successful, only for me to ruin it by giving in to my blazing hot desires for him.
It was obvious he was feeling it, too.
I wondered what would have happened if George hadn’t interrupted us?
I closed my bedroom door in the bunkhouse and leaned against it for a moment, thinking maybe the fact that nothing had happened between me and Grant had been a good thing.
It didn’t stop my body from wanting it, though. And badly.
I’d spent the remainder of the day trying to focus on the work ahead of us. I’d spoken to George, the contractor, and even Charmaine about what was going to happen come tomorrow at seven in the morning.
By the end of the evening, two excavators and several skid steers had been delivered to the property, and soon the pasture was teeming with activity as cattle were moved away from the area by men on horseback.
One of those men had been Grant, looking like a dream as he shouted commands while his horse pounded the earth beneath them. I’d watched from the fence with Day as Grant, George, and a few other cowboys moved roughly fifty head of cattle to another section of the pasture. The sun had set behind them, bathing the whole area in a golden glow.
It was like a scene out of a movie.
I took Day back to the bunkhouse and cooked a quick dinner that he complained about. He wanted steak, and he wanted to go back to Grant’s house.
I hadn’t cooked a steak in my life and I reminded Day that we didn’t live at Grant’s house. We lived in the bunkhouse. And then I’d placed a piece of store-bought lasagna in front of him before digging into my own.
Now he was in bed, asleep, after what felt like hours of complaining.
He liked Grant as much as I did and it showed.
I changed into a tank top and took off the shorts I was wearing, kicking them into the pile of laundry I’d been meaning to tackle. I turned out the light and slid between the sheets, then fidgeted in the heat.
I’d started opening the windows at night to let in some cool air, which I’d never been comfortable doing anywhere before. In Dallas, I’d spent an insane amount of money on AC instead of unlocking the windows, but here I felt… safe.
Safe enough to eventually shed my tank top and underwear and lay butt-ass naked on my top of the sheets, moonlight and a cool breeze cooling my bare skin.
I closed my eyes in search of sleep but it didn’t come. Instead, I replayed the vision of Grant thundering by on horseback, shouting at the top of his lungs as cattle raced by in a cloud of dust.
The vision slowed on the moment Grant had looked at me and held his gaze for a few seconds. That look had been full of heat, the same heat I’d seen in his eyes in his office as he’d lifted me onto the desk and ran his hand down the length of my spine before dipping his head to kiss my neck.
I reached up to touch that spot on my neck, imagining that I could still feel his kiss there.
Heat bloomed between my thighs as my touch on my body traveled down my neck to my breasts. My nipples hardened and peaked as I cupped my breasts, imagining the way I’d wanted Grant to touch me, to take my nipples in his mouth and suck them, bite them—
“No,” I said, swallowing thickly as I let my hands fall to my sides. “He just offered you a full-time job, you idiot. You can’t… Youcan’t.”
You have nice thighs… I’d love to see them gripping my horse.
“Oh, fuck it,” I whispered, my heart beginning to race as I imagined Grant’s touch on my skin again. He wanted this as much as I did, that was clear. I knew that for a fact.
If this was the only way I could have him that wouldn’t interfere with what was supposed to be a professional relationship…
Hell, I might actually sleep tonight if I gave myself some relief.
I rolled over and reached under the bed for the little box I kept hidden there. I reached inside, grunting with effort as I clutched the sheets to stop myself from rolling out of bed as my other hand wrapped around the little blue vibrator I’d had for years now.
I didn’t date, so there hadn’t been an opportunity to be with a man in, well, what felt like centuries.
