Page 49 of King of Obsession

Again, my cock jolted in my pants.

This woman was something else.

Vulnerable yet strong as hell.

Sharp nonetheless sweet under her orneriness.

Damn, I wanted to fuck her so bad.

With a long inhale, I reclined back on the couch and pulled a knee over the other thigh again to hide my tenting situation.

She seemed not to notice, her eyes fixed on the horizon.

I sensed her agony and twisted my lips.

Seeking to shift her attention, I leaned in. ‘I have to find out how well armed the Contis are in case they attack. I’d also like to see this operation they’re running,’ I growled.

Her eyes flicked to my upper arm. ‘With that injury, you’re constrained with what you can do. Infiltrating the Conti farm means jumping their fences or digging under them to approach at night in stealth. You won’t do it on a bum shoulder.’

‘What makes you think I need to stealth it? Or attempt an infil at night?’

Her eyes widened at my audacity. ‘A daytime raid? You’re bodacious.’

‘It is my middle name,’ I drawled back. ‘I’ve done it before.’

‘How about I provide some support once you’re healed,’ she whispered. ‘I’ll point you in the right direction and maybe even help you over their fence line, but that’ll be it. I don’t want to be involved with the Contis unless it’s on my terms.’

‘Which are?’ I pushed.

A wild light flared in her eyes. ‘None of your fuckin’ own business.’

With that, she rose and stalked off,empty mug in hand.

Just as she yanked open her cabin door, I drawled. ‘So what does one do on a farm all day today?’

She paused for a second at the door. ‘Breakfast, followed by repair work. We’ve got some freak storms, sometimes even the promise of tennis ball-sized hail. I must fix the roof and hammer a few loose nails in the shutters.’

I raised a brow.

‘Feel free to watch me for your pure entertainment, or otherwise string some guitar song together, perhaps even read a book,’ she shrugged.

I sighed and pulled out my phone from my pocket.

It had sustained a crack in my ambush with the Contis, but it was still working.

However, the internet symbol was grayed out.

I tipped my chin to her. ‘You have WiFi?’

She’d just stepped into the house and reversed, with a twist to her lips, before disappearing into the cabin.

She emerged with a transistor radio and plopped it on the outdoor table. She punched in a button, and the strains of jazz and the muted sound of an announcer set up the next track.

I stared at it with narrowed eyes.

‘Is this shit real?’ I growled, disbelieving, arching my brow.

She smirked. ‘We have ABC transmission. Enjoy. It’s good enough for me, so it should be for you.’

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