Stud (Four Bears Construction #5)

by K.M. Neuhold

I bounce my knee nervously, checking the time on my phone and leaning forward to try to see around the traffic.

I rejected him. I didn’t just reject him once, I rejected him multiple times. And then two fucking years passed. I should not be feeling any kind of a way about any of this.

I’ve never believed in demonic possession, but I might have to revise my opinion on the matter

Maybe I really should see a priest about the possibility of possession because this shit is getting weird.

Fuck, I’m such an asshole.

Yep.

When do these guys even get real work done?

I feel slightly useless as all of these big, strong men carry old dishwashers and bathtubs. Did I say useless? I meant horny. Definitely horny.