Page 54 of Gorgeous

“I need to check on the construction crew,” I tell Breck for some strange reason. She turns from the stove, her brows furrowed.

“Okay. Do you want me to put your food in the fridge?”

Ugh. I deserve that.

“I thought maybe you would want to come with me and check it out before I give you a ride home?”

Wide gray eyes nearly take up her whole face. I’ve shocked her speechless.

Fucking finally. Is that all I had to do to shut her up?

But then she narrows her eyes and shocks me by throwing a handful of scrambled eggs at my face.

My dick is hard, and it’s all Breck’s fault.

Our conversation started out simple. I wanted to get to know her a little better and atone for my dickish behavior over the past few days. It was an innocent and friendly conversation.

And now I’m rock hard, trying to be discreet by rolling to my stomach so she can’t witness the teenage-like fail of my dick tenting my jeans.

After checking over the new construction and giving Breck a tour of all the rooms, and gushing about our future plans for the foundation, we decided to sit on a blanket next to the pond and enjoy the sunshine.

“But why is Thor your favorite? Why not Superman?” I’ve been asking her random questions regarding her love of superheroes. She’s adorable to watch, eager and excited when she sits up on her knees, her hands motioning as she goes on about each of their qualities.

She winks at me. “You mean other than the fact that Thor has a big hammer and speaks with an Australian accent?”

And that’s why I’m groaning and resting on my stomach like a fourteen-year-old boy.

Fuck if I don’t want to show her how I use my hammer. My dick could probably destroy shit too with the amount of steel I’m feeling. I roll my eyes, keeping my front firmly pressed to the throw blanket. “So basically a pretty face is what you like?”

Her silly smile drops and she looks slightly wounded. “No, not just a pretty face.”

I’m amused, arching my brows, daring her to come up with other qualities other than his big hammer that sets him apart from the other heroes. I see how she ranks her heroes. By the size of their hammer.

“Thor is my favorite for a multitude of reasons.” She takes a breath like this is some kind of huge conversation we’re having instead of a friendly chat.

“I’m teasing,” I start, but she slaps a hand over my mouth.

“Let me finish. You asked me a question, and I intend on answering you, Major Jameson.”

Again with the Major Jameson.

My cheek twitches with her manhandling me, and I remove her hand from my face, clutching it between my two hands and securing it against my chest. Breck eyes our hands, but doesn’t pull away, and I try not to analyze why the fuck I did it in the first place.

“Please continue,” I encourage with a playful grin.

Her lips purse and she tries to look annoyed with me. “Thank you. As I was saying, Thor is my favorite for a multitude of reasons. One is that he is selfless.”

“Aren’t all superheroes selfless?” I counter.

Her hand, still captured in mine, twitches. “No. They aren’t all selfless but the majority are. You are correct in your assumption.”

I nod, not really giving a shit if I’m correct. I disagree on all accounts. No one is selfless. Even the made-up douches are selfish. She’ll never convince me otherwise.

“But Thor…” She blows out a breath and looks to the sky. The clouds are drifting at a lazy pace, their forms puffy and soft, appearing closer than they are. “Everyone in Thor’s family betrays him.” She pulls her gaze from the clouds and stares at me hard as if she is willing me to hear and absorb everything she’s about to tell me. “And yet, he still fights for what is right. He still loves.” This is deeper than I care to discuss. “He still forgives his family and tries again.”

Now I’m certain I don’t want this conversation to continue. He forgives and still tries again? Uh, yeah. That hits a little too close to home and I’m not in the mood.

“Thor’s an idiot.”

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