Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
She kissed me, and then backed away. “Will do.”
Then she left, taking my heart with her as she did.
Chapter 22
When you make plans while you’re in a good mood, then the day comes to do them, and you realize you’d rather die.
-Audrey’s secret thoughts
Audrey
I finished mowing the back pasture and looked at the job kind of well done.
Soon I would bale the hay, but for that I’d have to have Tobias out here to show me how to do it…or maybe I could get the neighbor’s kid to show me and I could get to it sooner…or Finley. I knew he knew how to do it.
My thoughts took me past the chickens, which I then fed because I’d forgotten to do it before I’d started mowing.
They flapped their wings in excitement, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Y’all are insatiable,” I told them as I went to collect the eggs. “Twenty-one. Four of you are freeloaders,” I said to the chickens, who didn’t even acknowledge me.
I’d just made it onto the back porch when Tinkerbelly, Tobias’ dog, whined too.
“Shit,” I said. “Let me put these up and I’ll come right back and feed you.”
The dog looked at me like she didn’t believe me, but I was back in a split second, a scoop of dog food in her bowl for her.
“There you go,” I cooed, rubbing her head with an affectionate hand.
She didn’t seem to notice, too busy eating her food to realize that I was even there anymore.
Rolling my eyes and standing up, I stretched out my sore muscles, and walked back into the house, only to find Tobias staring blankly at the wall.
“Tobias?”
“You do too much around here,” he said.
I snorted and walked to the fridge where my glass of cold water sat waiting for me.
“I do what needs to be done,” I told him. “And I like doing it. I got twenty-one eggs today. I think that’s my favorite part of the day.”
He gave me an irritated look.
“I don’t think you signed up for this,” he snapped. “Just look at me. I haven’t accomplished a goddamned thing in over a month.”
“At least you’re making headway in finding the woman your brother might’ve gotten pregnant,” I pointed out.
He grunted. “Narrowing it down to three ladies isn’t really much of an accomplishment.”
He gave me a look that clearly said I wasn’t helping.
“I’m a fuckin’ invalid.”
I looked at him, really looked at him, and started laughing.
“You’re still in excellent fucking shape,” I told him, walking toward him seductively, dropping an article of clothing each time I took a step. His eyes watched me rapturously. “You may not be able to do any legs for a few more weeks yet, but your arms are getting downright massive. Every single time you move your wrist, this bulging muscle in your forearm starts to pop.”
I placed my finger on the bulging muscle in question. “Every time you scratch your back, this muscle right here,” I touched a fingertip to his triceps. “Bunches and releases. It’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.”
He inhaled deeply, and I started to strip.
Once I was finished, I moved around his front once again, letting him see my eyes. “And your pecs,” I touched my finger to his chest, bringing it sideways to run over the top of his chest. “It’s nearly impossible to see this bulge without jumping onto your thighs and fucking you like I want to; so badly that it hurts right here.”
I picked up his hand and placed it on my now unclothed pussy. “It hurts, Tobias.”
“Then why didn’t you say so?” he rumbled. “I wasn’t the one keeping you away. You were.”
And then I found myself in his lap.
My earlier desire wasn’t a lie. I wanted him so badly that it hurt.
What I did not want to do was put any pressure whatsoever on his leg or thigh where he had multiple bullets tear through him.
“I can’t,” I moaned, moving away from him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
His growl was downright angry.
“If you don’t get over here, I’ll literally fucking leave.”
I snorted and walked to the shower. A cold one sounded mighty fine right now.
I’d called his bluff. I knew he wouldn’t leave. First off, he had no way to leave. Secondly, he wouldn’t get a ride from his family, because they were under strict orders from me to not enable his disobedient behavior in any way.
Turning the shower on as cold as I could stand it, I stepped in and stifled a scream as the cool water hit my overheated skin.
Although Tobias’ tractor had a cover shielding me from the sun, it wasn’t enough to stop the heat, dirt and grime from sticking to me. I had dirt caked on my arms and legs.
Who knew that bush hogging a pasture was such dirty work?