Page 20 of Long Hard Road

“Large coffee.”

“Anything to eat? We have lots of options.” Amelia had a perfect customer service smile.

“No.” Mystery man lacked any charm or tact. “I’m in a hurry.”

“Okay.” She glanced at me and I gave her an encouraging nod. While she was filling a large cup, I turned my attention back to the man standing at the register.

“What do you do for work?” I asked suspiciously.

His eyes were fixed on Amelia and it took him a moment to realize I’d spoken to him. “Consulting,” he said flatly.

Mr. Talkative kept his eyes on Amelia, either to make it clear he didn’t want to talk to me or because he was taken with Amelia’s backside. Either option was equally likely.

When she handed him the coffee, he slapped a twenty on the counter. “Thanks.”

His boot made a loud squeak as he spun on his heel before stomping away. Amelia stared after him with her mouth hanging open.

“Interesting fella,” Nate quipped.

“He was… something.” Amelia blinked a few times and shook herself from her stupor. “I’ll be right back with your box.”

A few minutes later, I was pulling my truck onto the driveway that led to Madison’s cabin. I had already called Chase to let him know we wouldn’t be working on the floors at my house today. I had new plans that didn’t involve any of my brothers. It was slow-going through the snow and I wouldn’t have made it to the cabins if I wasn’t in such a large vehicle. Madison’s car was nearly buried in the snow. I made a mental note to dig her out before leaving.

She opened the door as I was making my way to her porch. “Did you get lost? Your cabin is over there.” She pointed in that direction.

“Very helpful. Thanks.” I held up the coffee and takeout box. “I figured you’d be trapped inside today and thought you might like a treat from Amelia’s.”

“You figured right.” She snatched the coffee from my hand and took a long sip, a low moan escaping that stirred a lustful pull in my cock. “Want to come inside?”

Fuck yes, I do. But she probably was only inviting me to come inside her cabin and not inside her body. “I don’t want to interrupt whatever you had planned.”

“Yes, my big plans of sitting around and reading.” She rolled her eyes and took a step back. “Get in here, Sullivan.”

I had to turn my body to squeeze past her in the small entryway and we were close enough that I caught a whiff of her scent. It was a heady mixture of floral and sweetness. I bet she tasted just as sweet.

“Did you bring me more food?” Her eyes found the takeaway box in my hand.

“Amelia insisted.”

“If you keep feeding me, I might become too domesticated and unable to live in the wild.” She smiled shyly when I laughed.

“We can’t have that. I like my women wild.” I looked at the box. “Guess maybe I’ll have to eat this myself.”

She snatched the box out of my hands. “As long as I don’t eat it out of your hand, I think it will be alright.”

“Are you going to let me pet you now?” I joked and then immediately regretted it because that comment had way too much innuendo.

Madison’s plump lips parted in surprise. “Uh…”

“Joking. It was a joke about you being a wild animal that I’m taming. That was not a pickup line.” I gave her a reassuring smile. “Unless you were going to say yes.”

That earned me a small laugh. “Can I get you anything?”

“No thanks. I had one of those with some coffee already.” I bent down to untie my boots while Madison went to the kitchen and pulled open a drawer. I hung my coat on the hook and joined her at the kitchen island, watching as she shoved a fork into the roll and then pushed a large bite into her mouth.

My dick responded instantly to the sight of her wrapping those lips around the fork, hints of white frosting glazing her lips. I shifted my lower half forward in the chair until it was safely tucked under the island’s countertop.

“I think I made a mistake choosing Crestwood,” she said. “I’ve gained about five pounds eating Amelia’s pastries and your brother’s stew. My trainer is going to be pissed.”

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