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I’ll be able to drown out the wild ass thoughts in my head in comfort for a few hours.
“Well, ‘Farmer Bill’, will you be back for dinner?” Elena has a smile tickling her full lips as she leans against the counter with an icy glass of water.
She props one of her bare feet over the other, cocking her hip as she watches me tug on my boots.
“I wouldn’t worry too much. I can nuke some hot dogs.” I don’t even want to look at her.
My palm still burns where she held it.
Her timing was impeccable catching Paige pressing me with her questions.
Fucking hell. Paigeknewshe was there and was goading me to deny anything was going on.
“Gross. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of,daddy.” Elena twists away, laughing as she closes the door to her room before I can reply.
That’s the problem. All I think about is the ways I want her to take care of me.
Straddling my hips.
My face.
Folding her over the counter.
Having her under me.
Adjusting my crotch, I shove down my aching cock so it doesn’t pinch against my zipper.
There’s a piece of me that’s happy she knows I want her.
I just have to keep it in my pants.
These tunes are pretty good tonight belting from the crappy speakers bolted behind me. Enough that I find myself singing along with half of the old country classics.
Most of them are stuff my Dad likes more, but I know the words.
I wonder if Blue is gonna be able to play the guitar any time soon? Last I talked to him, he was healing nicely.
Shit, I should call him. It’s been a month since he got shot.
I need to check and see if he’s still pissed Elena got off with a deal.
He won’t be once we figure out who’s really behind this shit. Having a few solid leads, I’ll be able to start in the morning tracking everyone down.
It makes my heart beat faster at the anticipation. The thrill of the hunt.
A flicker of movement near the edge of the field distracts me.
What is she doing?
Shorty shorts, a crop top, and bright white sneakers while carrying a grocery bag.
Her knees kick up as she high steps over the winrows of cut grass until she’s even with my next pass.
Turning off the blades, I pull to a stop next to her and pop open the cab. “What are you doing?”
“I brought you dinner to go.” Her infectious smile shows her teeth.
But when she leans to grab the rail, all I can see is the press of her breasts over the neckline of her snug shirt.
