Hardwood (Four Bears Construction, #3)

by K.M. Neuhold

“Now, when you’re all hot and sweaty, using your big, hard hammer to pound something, are you usually shirtless, or is that only how it works in porn?” He snorts into his drink, sputtering a cough as he sets his glass down and reaches for a napkin. “I don’t think OSHA would approve of being shirtless on a work site,” he answers once he stops coughing. I sigh dramatically. “I feel so lied to. If you can’t trust porn, who can you trust?”

At least that’s what I tell myself the entire drive home while my mind lingers back in the parking lot, in an alternate reality where I pushed Watson up against his car and kissed the hell out of him.

I know we haven’t known each other long, but some people you just click with right away, and Watson and I click.

Sometimes you meet people and know right away they’re going to be in your life for a long time.

“I’m too pure to be pink,” Ev jokes and I nearly swoon on the spot. A man who can quote Grease, has pierced nipples, and is good with kids. I swear someone is testing me.

“Fuck it,” he mutters, seeming to let go of his last thread of control and grabbing me by the back of the neck to drag my face toward his.

The man must be some kind of physical anomaly, getting more attractive every second until eventually, he’ll be so beautiful, everyone will be forced to either look away or risk burning their eyes from his perfection. Or maybe it’s that I know what his mouth tastes like now that’s making him almost too gorgeous to exist.

“Please don’t laugh, but I have a vibrator lodged in my ass, and I can’t get it out.”

Tonight, he also has a pair of suspenders on that match his bowtie.

“I can’t stop wondering what your cum tastes like, and what it will feel like to have you spill into my mouth.”

“Sweetheart, I once ate a Starburst with half the wrapper still on. I couldn’t give less of a fuck about a hairy ass crack.”