Page 70 of Stuck with Me

“C’mon now, how ya gonna blame me for that? I’m a healthy young man who wakes up ready to go. I’m not gonna apologize for that.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Fine. You’re right, you shouldn’t apologize for that. At least you can still get it up. With the grey hair at your temples, you should be proud of that.”

She finally frees my arm from its prison as she rolls off me and relief pours down my arm. Though at first, it’s only pain I feel.

“I’m only twenty-nine. The men go grey early in my family, is all,” I explain, annoyance edging my tone.

Releasing a groan, I run a frustrated hand over my face. I’ve woken up with a boner the size of Texas and nowhere to stick it. Damn this arrangement.

When I remove my hands, I find Rosie staring at said boner. “You need something, Kit-Kat?” I growl.

Her gaze flies to my face, a bit of horror reflected in her eyes. I imagine because she just got caught.

“Wh-what? No.”

“Because if you want my cock, all you gotta do is ask.” I flash her an amused smile.

“In your dreams, cattle boy.” She rolls her eyes and picks up a pillow and smacks me in the face with it.

I release the best kind of laugh, coming straight from my gut. And it feels good. I can’t remember the last time I laughed like that. Probably it was when I’d been out on the four-wheelers with Hayden. That had been before I lost Granddad.

The pressure on the bed releases and I uncover my face from the pillow. Just in time to watch Rosie’s perfect ass cheeks round the bed and exit the room, like they’re giving me an encore.

I’d gladly lay here and watch that play on repeat all day.

When I wrestle out of bed, my annoying erection standing at attention, my feet feel the sting of the cold hardwood underneath.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

I hobble to my duffle bag and pull out a pair of thick wool socks. It’s grown colder in the cabin since we fell asleep. I don’t want to know what would’ve happened if the cabin didn’t have a wood stove. Except my mind quickly shifts to an image of being wrapped up with Rosie in the bed. For warmth, of course. In my fantasy though, we’d both be naked.

Waking up with her this morning with her body clinging to me like I was a giant teddy bear was probably the highlight of my month. Hell, maybe my year. If I had no Christmas gifts to go home to after this trip, that gift was the only one I need.

I go in search of my phone. I expect it to be close to dead by now. The only bonus to this is my mother won’t be able to get a hold of me. But it does give me anxiety at the thought of not being able to reach Amelia or even Hayden.

Rosie is in the kitchen, but I try to ignore her. My phone is on the coffee table. Only twenty percent remaining. Not enough to get me through a normal day, never mind a day when I have absolutely nothing else to do but fantasize about another shot with a smart-mouthed brunette.

There’re a couple texts from my mother but I scroll past those.

HAYDEN

Stop your bitching about being stuck in a cabin with a beautiful woman while I’m out here doing your work and mine. Plus, I’ve got to mend a broken fence from yesterday’s rainstorm.

ME

Not complaining.

HAYDEN

Oh, now you’re not complaining! What changed?

ME

I slept with her. As in, just slept.

HAYDEN

Hoooooboyyyy are you in trouble!

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