Page 19 of Dirty Cowboys
“Maybe. But if something’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well.”
As the trucks pull up, I help Indie down the ladder, my hands supporting her waist as she finds her footing. Duke and Nash climb out, and I don’t miss the way they both eye meoff.
“Looks like Walker’s been giving private lessons,” Nash says with a smirk.
“Learning basic home maintenance is something every person should know,” I say, stepping back from Indie and reaching for my tool belt.
Duke nods. “Good thinking. How’s the roof looking?”
“Worse than we thought, better than it could have been. Give me another day, and it’ll be solid.”
“Another day?” Nash grins at Indie. “Does that mean you will be back tomorrow, ready for lesson two?”
I watch as she smiles at him. “If Walker doesn’t mind having a student,” she says finally.
“I don’t mind,” I say. “As long as you’re willing to work and not just take pictures.”
I’m only teasing, but my traitorous stomach is doing backflips because she picked me. Fucking hell, Walker, since when do you give a fuck?
“Deal.” She extends her hand to shake, and when I take it, I let my thumb brush across her knuckles just long enough to see her shiver.
Yeah,I think as Duke outlines the day’s ranch work and Nash begins his usual commentary.She could definitely handle my kind of rough.The question is whether I’m ready to let her try.
We spend a few more hours fixing the roof,then Duke gets a call that has him leaving to head into the nearest town. It’s almost a two-and-a-half-hour drive, but an order he needs has come in. Indie has gone inside to make a snack, leaving Nash and me on the roof alone.
I can feel Nash watching me as I finish the last section I am working on today. He is sitting a few feet away, leaning back on his elbows, like he has been since Indie went inside murmuring something about sandwiches.
“You’re quiet,” I mutter, without looking up.
“Just thinking.”
I pause mid-swing. “Just thinking or jealous?”
He snorts. “Of what?”
I turn toward him. “That I got here first. That I didn’t wake you.”
He raises his brow. “Well, it would’ve been nice.”
I let the hammer drop beside me and wipe my hands on my jeans, then walk over slowly. “I woke up early and got a head start. If you’d wanted to do it, you would have beaten me here.”
“Why is Indie wearing your hat?”
I smirk. “She was hot.”
His jaw tenses, and he opens his mouth to say something, but I crouch down in front of him. Before he can say anything, my hands are on his jaw, tilting his face up. His lips part, and I kiss him hard enough tobruise. It’s rare that he gets jealous, and right now I don’t know if he is jealous of me or Indie, and that pisses me off.
His hands twist into my shirt, trying to pull me closer, but I press him flat against the roof. I climb over him and grind my cock against his through the denim. He groans, and I grasp his hair, dry-fucking him into the roof of the old farmhouse.
A gasp has me pulling my lips away from Nash’s, and I glance over my shoulder.
Indie stands at the top of the ladder, holding a plate of sandwiches. Her mouth is slightly open, and her cheeks are flushed. She watches us curiously, and my cock twitches against Nash’s. He snorts. Nash has always wanted to add a girl to our mix, but I don’t want to be reduced to some fucking fantasy. A kink for some woman to get off on, while we become a story she’ll tell her friends.
Nash is mine.
I’ve never let myself imagine what it’d be like to let someone in until now. The way Indie watches us, it’s apparent she’s not envisioning what we would look like in her head, but rather it’s as if she wants to be part of us. For the first time, the thought doesn’t make me want to run.
Chapter Eight
