Page 67 of Cabins Cows Critics
“So what do you need?” Connor asks.
“A red book and a candle.”
“Blow that one out,” he says, nodding toward the candle glowing in a brass holder on the desk.
“If there’s a lit candle in here, it stands to reason there would be one not lit. Have a look at the shelves for a red book while I check over here for a candle.”
“Yes, sir,” he says playfully, but my cock wakes up a little in reply.
“There’ll be time for that later,” I say.
“Can’t wait,” he replies, pulling a title from the shelves, then changing his mind and pushing it back into place.
I open the top drawer of the desk, then the second, where I find a row of tall candles just like the one burning. I grab one, place a handful more on the desktop beside the lit candle to make it easier for anyone else who comes in looking for one.
“That’s cheating,” Connor says, handing me a book with a brown cover.
“That’s not a red book, and it’s not cheating if I’m helping everyone the same.”
“It’s red enough.”
“Nope, come on, I’m sure there is a red cover in here somewhere.”
I pick up the lit candle from the desk and hold it up, sweeping it across the room as my eyes scan the shelves for a red spine.
“There,” I say, setting down the candle and moving over to the bookshelves surrounding the door we came through. I push up on my toes trying to reach the book that’s above the door, but I’m just a tad short. Then Connor’s warm chest presses against my back, his large warm hands grip my sides, and then he’s lifting me up high enough to reach the book I need. I tilt my head back against him as he lowers me back down, breathing in his delicious scent for a moment.
“What would you do without me?” he whispers in my ear.
“I really have no idea,” I reply, twisting in his arms and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“Oh, sorry,” Wen’s voice comes from just outside the room, and she laughs. “I’m not sure a cute cowboy was on the list.”
“Funny,” I say, and Connor releases me, and I add the book to my basket.
“How are you going with your list?” she asks, and I cover my basket with my hand.
“Pretty good. I’ve only got a few things left.”
“Well, if you are looking for pinecones, there is a tree by the stables that has a bunch under it.”
“Thanks, if you need a feather, the chickens have some, but be careful, there’s a freaky one that will totally jump-scare you.”
“Oh, one of the nude ones?” she asks with a chuckle, and Greg’s face blushes as he looks anywhere but at me.
“Greg went in for me, jumped about ten feet high when it came running out.”
“Wasn’t that high,” he replies.
“Hey, man, it totally got me, too. At least you didn’t squeal.”
“Yeah, thing is pretty freaky,” he replies with a small smile. Maybe he isn’t so bad. Wen seems happy, and really, that is all I want, for her to be happy.
“Well, do you want to stick together for the rest?” I ask, and Wen’s face lights up, and she looks to him, and as much as I hate seeing her look for approval, his immediate nod has her bouncing on her toes, so I can’t stay mad for long.
“Here,” Connor says, reaching up and grabbing another red book down from above the doorframe and handing it to Wen.
“Thanks, oh, and there are the candles,” she cheers, slipping past us to grab one.
