Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
“That sounds like a good time. Maybe I should test it.”
Crew nips at me, and I grin, folding my hands around his neck and tugging him to me.
“I hope you know,” I whisper. “That’s exactly what I want. To be yours.”
His hands skim down my back, his kiss slow this time around, and a few moments later, his hips begin to press up again, my own answering with a lulling rock.
We fuck each other slow, steady, jumping when there’s a harsh knock on the window.
Both our heads snap over to find two farmers, somehow missing the sound of their tractor as it stopped beside us.
“Oh my god.” I drop my head into his neck.
Crew only chuckles, making sure my dress is covering all it needs to be as he rolls the window down, I didn’t even realize he had rolled up.
“There’s a crew of fifty dudes with tractors out here shaking lime trees, and this is where they’re headed next, so you might wanna get moving.”
My head snaps up, and I look to the men, a smile spreading across my face. “Did you say limes?”
Crew laughs loudly, the men blush, and I’m ready to talk shop… after I free my vagina of the half-cocked cock.
Chapter Thirty-One
Crew
As we pull up to the bar, Drew, Paula, and her cousin, Kenli, my official new hire, are all waiting outside the door.
Drew’s mouth drops open, and I grin, climbing out right as he steps up.
“Bro, what the fuck?” He reaches out to touch the paint, but I slap his hand away.
“Remember this?” Davis asks with a smile, climbing out my door rather than her own.
I tug her to me, wrapping my arms over her shoulders from behind and posting my chin on her head.
“Oh, fuck yeah, I—” he cuts off when he looks to us. “Do.” He lifts a brow my way.
“We just picked it up today.” Davis steps away, admiring the shine against the beating sun. “It was its first time on the road in thirty years.”
“Can I drive it?” my brother asks.
“Fuck no.”
“Sure.”
She and I say at the same time, looking at each other.
“Fuck no,” I repeat, and she shrugs, looking away, but not before I catch the smile she tries to hide.
“Dude, what’s with all this?” Paula frowns at the bed of the truck. “We got a shipment two days ago.”
“These”—Davis opens the tailgate, smiling at the bed full of freshly picked limes—“were free.”
“What?!” Paula gapes, looking to me. “How?”
“Davis embarrassed them.”
Her mouth drops open, cheeks growing crimson. “I did… not.”
“Baby, you so did, and you know it.”
In my peripheral, I catch both Paula and Drew’s heads snapping my way, and I have to keep myself from puffing my damn chest out like an egotistical motherfucker, especially when Davis shares a secret smirk with only me.
Truth, I want everyone to know she’s mine, an irrational, twisted part of me needing my brother to know she can’t and won’t ever be his, even when I know their relationship is no more than friendly teasing.
Drew starts the unloading, lifting a box and reaching in for a second while balancing the first on his thigh.
“Here, let me.” I take the second, setting it on top.
My brother frowns, his lips pinched to keep from grinning. “You want to help with the shit you asked all of us to be here an hour early to carry in?”
I shrug, stacking two for myself. “Why not? We’ll be done quicker.”
“Uh-huh.” He side-eyes me, and I follow him into the bar. “Someone’s finally getting his d—”
I slap him upside the head, and he laughs, disappearing inside the bar.
My brother and I might not be as close as we were when we were little, me moving in with the family next door and leaving him behind will do that, even if it was his choice to stay, but the wall between us isn’t so solid now that he’s here with me. He came home for me, after all. When I needed someone to have my back, he came.
I owe him for that.
I’ll have to sneak away to talk to him today when Davis isn’t paying attention.
Paula grunts, shifting the boxes to the edge of the bed, and I turn back to the task at hand.
“Let’s prep a box of these for tonight. Test ’em out, and then tomorrow, we’ll go back to what we have, so we don’t end up with rotten shit we’re forced to toss,” I tell her.
“Sounds good, boss.” Paula passes a box to Kenli, and they too head inside.
I call my girl to me with nothing but a look, and just like that, she’s standing before me.
“You up for some fun?”
She sways playfully, her dress brushing along the thighs of my jeans and testing my patience. “What did you have in mind?”
“Oh, it’s good. Your kind of foreplay.”