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“Will she fall in love with me?” Summer snorts in the most unladylike way. “No.”
The only reason I haven’t grumbled about their slow-as-fuck chitchat is because I’m too busy fighting off a public boner over this chick’s laugh.
Panties.
She turns and presses her back into the door as she leaves, holding my eyes for a beat, barely contained amusement touching every feature. “Finders keepers,” she says with a shrug.
Holding her panties.
“No. He looked so . . . I don’t know. Stunned? Like not offended, but not pervy about it either. It was kind of adorable. I feel like I freed a house-elf or something.”
“To be uncomfortable? No thanks. Life is too short. Bras and underwear are overrated. Plus, now I can lay awake at night and wonder what some rando is doing with them.”
I like to bug her about living in the middle of “buttfuck nowhere”
I also live in buttfuck nowhere and my friends give me shit for it lmao
But they all evaporate from my mind the minute the front door swings open, and I’m left standing stupidly in the middle of the dirt walkway, gawking at the man from the coffee shop.
My wife is in town.
“Sounds like her loss, because you might be the coolest kid I’ve ever met.” She doesn’t use a sad voice, or a baby voice, she just talks to him like a normal human being. “Fucking hell,” I curse under my breath because she just practically hired herself.
The universe blessed me with two badass parents. Ones who would crawl through glass to get to me. I want to be that kind of mother one day. Fierce. Fearless.
All thick arms and broad chest and furrowed brow. Dirty boots. Muscular thighs. Cowboy porn with a frown.
And if he weren’t such a grumpy asshole, this whole overprotective dad vibe would totally do it for me.
I’ll take a boozy brunch with my bestie and a dirty book in bed by eight for a thousand, Alex.
Older guys. They’ve always done it for me.
The kind of eyes that stop you in your tracks.
I heave the suitcase out just in time to watch them walk hand in hand into my house, and for some reason, I stop and watch. Unable to look away. Lots of people have walked through that front door. But somehow this feels different.
“Beg.” “Pardon me?” “You heard me.” Her lips don’t even twitch. She’s not joking at all. “Beg.”
“I have no doubt you will, Red.”
And my cheeks heat for no good reason other than my body is a traitor and I’m probably ovulating.
“Eaton. You grumpy motherfucker. You just laughed,” I blurt. “Yeah, Red. I did.”
And I feel like I want all her smiles for myself.
“The joke’s on you though. I wouldn’t last ten minutes and just because you’d be quiet doesn’t mean I would be.”
Maybe I have a crush on an older man. Again.
On the unpadded one-piece swimsuit I’m wearing. On the way my nipple piercings press against the fabric.
I snort. Oh, I feel like getting my back broken alright. By him. Not a horse.
“Thank you for the coffee. I’m ready for you to break my back.” His face pales, like he realizes how I could have interpreted his note. “I meant you could ride if you wanted to.” “Oh, I want to.”
My lips quirk, and I turn to give him a wink, but with two easy steps Cade’s arm darts out and shoves him off the top of the fence where he’d been sitting. The cowboy lands on his knees with a loud bark of disbelieving laughter. Cade’s not laughing though. “Eyes on the dirt if you plan to keep your job, cowboy.” I just turn away and smile to myself, because Cade is seething. It’s almost like he’s jealous. And I think I like that.
Willa might be a bit of a psycho—after all, she did just push a child into the pool—but the more time I spend with her, the more I feel like she’s my psycho.
With a wink over her shoulder, she shoots off, running from me. And something primal in me roars to life. I chase her.
I’ve always flown off the handle kind of easily. Or like”—her lips roll together—“I don’t get mad easy, but when I do it’s really, really bad.
Flipping up some flimsy sun dress that’s just her silent way of begging me to fuck her.
“You’re not a maid, Willa.” Her lips quirk up and her eyes narrow. I’ve noticed this look. It comes right before she says something inappropriate. “I was a sexy one for Halloween one year.” I scowl at her. Internally I’m scowling at myself because my first two thoughts were: 1. Does she still have that costume? 2. How do I track down and kill every guy who saw her wearing it?
She laughs and it’s so pretty. Like chimes in the wind. One of the first things I noticed about her that day in the coffee shop.
She’s looks like a doll and cracks jokes like a cowboy.
The air hums between us and everything inside me says to reach for her. To crush my lips against hers, run my fingers through that silky copper hair.
And I want to punch someone. Because based on all the turning heads, I’m not the only one who’s noticing how good she looks.
“I don’t tell Summer what to do. Wouldn’t listen if I tried. That’s the best kind of woman if you ask me.”
“Keep talking like that and I’m going to fuck the filth right out of your pretty mouth.”
“You heard me, Red. You keep barking at me like that and I’m going to put you on your knees, open those strawberry lips, and fuck your face just to shut you up.”
“I fucking dare you.”
“Jesus, Willa.” I smile at the breathless state of his voice. Cade Eaton is about to learn that the trick to a good blow job is enjoying giving them. And I love it.
Big-dicked, strong-biceped, fucking handsome-faced, complicated asshole that he is.
“Now, get on your back. I want to watch you squirm while I taste you for the first time.”
I don’t know why I got hung up on the image of someone else’s fingers trailing through her shiny copper strands.
Touching her feels incredible. But being touched? Fuck. I didn’t realize how badly I was missing this.
“I’m going to peel these skin-tight jeans off of you and enjoy a taste of what I already know is going to be a perfect little cunt.”
“Some days I do. Some days I don’t. Gotta keep things interesting. Plus, I keep waiting for you to check. Kind of hoping you’ll dole out some discipline if you catch me without them.”
And I’m not sure I’ve ever found anything more attractive than a man who works hard.
