Page 21 of Dump Tackle My Heart
When I’m pondering whether it is possible to actually die from blue balls.
Well, then she stands up, putting her sweet ass directly in my line of vision.
“I’m gonna take a shower before bed,” she announces, and disappears down the hall.
Which is when I decide I’ve had enough.
If she wants boundaries? She’ll get them.
With a side of Tank.
I walk into the bedroom—which is literally thirty feet from the eat-in kitchen. This cabin has no actual rooms except for the bathroom. It is one large, luxurious open floor plan.
So, yeah, back to the one bed thing.
I stand there, just looking at it. And I wait until I hear her coming back down the hall.
Then, at just the right moment, I peel off my shirt, and as she rounds the corner, I drop my pants.
Right there.
Boxer briefs, too.
I mean, I take off everything.
I’m not wearing a single stitch as she straightens her head, dropping the towel she’d been using on her hair to the wood floor, and blinks, like she’s just stepped on a live grenade.
“WHAT are you doing?” she shrieks.
I cant my head, then I stretch out on the bed like a very relaxed jungle cat, arms behind my head, ankles crossed, not even trying to hide anything.
“Gettin’ ready for bed. What’s it look like?”
Her eyes bug out. “But—but you have nothing on!”
I lift one brow.
“I sleep in the nude, Sweetheart. Surely an adult like you—who is very professional—won’t be affected by naked old me, will ya?”
Her mouth flaps like a fish out of water.
And God help me, I have never been harder in my life.
“Tank,” she hisses, eyes darting everywhere but me, “you can’t just—just—dangle your bits in a shared sleeping space!”
“Didn’t you say no touching?” I grin. “No flirting? Well, I’m not doing either. I’m on my side of the bed. Just gettin’ ready for some shuteye.”
“You’re insane.”
“I’m also incredibly comfortable.”
“Really? Comfortable with that?” She nods at my hard as nails cock, and I swear to God, the thing waves at her.
“Well, I reckon I’m used to it when I’m around ya,” I murmur.
She narrows her eyes and slams a pillow down the middle of the bed like a hostage negotiator.
“If you so much as twitch in my direction?—”
