Page 79 of Out on a Limb
Collette immediately took it. “Where are we going?”
“First stop is your house.” I felt bad not taking her there this morning when she wanted me to, but I couldn’t risk running into Alan and losing the best option we had to get ourselves out of this mess. “And I’m pretty sure we’re going to spend most of the lunch hour cleaning up chicken shit.”
Collette’s eyes widened. “Holy crap.” She pressed one hand to her mouth. “I forgot about Phillip.”
“Give him some grapes. He won’t hold it against you.” I got on the bike and waited while Collette worked her butt onto the seat behind me, using my shoulders as leverage before wrapping her arms around my middle and holding tight.
I might come up with excuses to take her out on the bike more often.
Her house was less than ten minutes away, and soon we were easing up her driveway alongside where her Jeep was parked. The second I cut the engine I turned toward her. “You think he’s been doing that all night?”
Phillip was on the other side of the garage door, crowing for all he was worth.
“I hope not.” Collette punched in the code on her keypad and the door slowly lifted, revealing Phillip’s fluffy body, neck craned as he peeked under the bottom of the door. She crouched down. “What are you doing?” She looked up into the two-car garage. “Besides crapping everywhere.”
Phillip immediately ran toward one of her flower beds.
“Oh no.” I blocked him just before he reached the perfectly-spread mulch. “She’ll kill you.”
I backed him into the garage, keeping Phillip cornered as Collette sent the door back down into place.
“What am I going to do with him? I can’t leave him in the garage all day.” She bent to pet down his feathery back.
“Take him to work with you.”
She glanced my way. “I can’t imagine that would go over well.”
“With who?” I smiled a little. “It seems like your grandfather and Alan have their hands full with problems of their own.”
A sly smile twisted its way onto her lips as she reached into her pocket. “They’re probably still looking for this key.”
“Hopefully.” I took it from her and looked at the number etched into one side. “They seemed pretty worried about not being able to find this thing.”
“I’m lucky you were there.” Collette moved in a little closer. “You saved the day.” Her eyes skimmed over my face. “Again.”
“Again?”
“Remember the water main break?” She crept in more. “You were the one who suggested we dig the trenches to divert the water.” Her hands came up between us, fingers slowly creeping up the center of my chest. “You were the one who figured out the trees at the back were waterlogged.” Her touch continued higher. “And you saved my nipples.”
I was doing okay until she reminded me of just how up close and personal I’d been with certain parts of her.
Parts that made my mouth water at just the mention of their existence.
Collette pushed closer. “You should see how much better they look.”
I’d powered through last night. Managed to take care of her without so much as a twitch from my dick.
But now he was making up for all that good behavior, stretching and straining as her body barely brushed mine.
It was more than I could take.
I reached out, grabbing the front of the shirt I’d given her to wear, twisting it in my hand as I pulled her closer.
She gasped at the sudden move, but the sound wasn’t from surprise, not if I was reading the look on her face correctly.
I’d wanted to touch her for so long.
Really touch her.
