Page 27 of Forever C*cky

Balling my fist up, I swing at him. He’s so much taller than me and I’m not used to punching people, so he sees it coming a mile away and catches my hand. I growl at him as I try to swing at him with my left hand but he grabs that one, too. I’m flailing around like a fish out of water just trying to connect with any part of his body when he pulls both of my hands up and holds both of them with one of his, above my head. He growls, “What the…”

I scream at him. “Let me go! How dare you make fun of me! I don’t live out here on Bonanza! I don’t know what the hell a coyote is!

“I’m sick of your cocky ass comments about how stupid I am about your damn ranch life.

“Hello, look at me. Do I look like I belong out here? Hell no, I don’t! I belong back in L.A. where the cars have air conditioning and your face doesn’t melt off when you walk outside! Why the hell do you think I left Louisiana?!

“I do not make out with dirty ass cowboys who take advantage of the fact that I’m hallucinating in the heat and manhandle me against a filthy truck while my tits leave wet spots like a damn map, with the sweat running down my back like a river, and my thighs chafe from tight ass denim that is suffocating my vagina and probably making me smell like week old fish!”

Did I just yell at him about my tits and vagina and smelling like rotten fish?!

This freaking heat is legitimately making me crazy!

Or maybe it’s just this stupidly sexy and exasperating man that’s making me a goddammed lunatic.

Falcon

Miss Fancy Pantsis still trying to hit and kick me. Itoldher not to try to hit me again.

Why is this damn woman always trying to hit me? No women has EVER tried to hit me before… well, other than momma when my ass needed a good wallop growing up. But, I deserved those.

She just screamed at me about her entire body in words that I am not used to hearing from women. Did she just say that she probably smells like fish?!

She sounds like someone who has lost her shit… I think the heat is too much for her.

Grabbing her, I pick her up and sling her over my shoulder. Her fists ball up and she hits me on the back repeatedly. “You, son of a bitch! What is wrong with you? Put me down!”

Ignoring her, I pop her ass once, hard, and growl, “I told you what would happen if you hit me again!”

She screams into my back, “How dare you hit me!Don’t you dare! You rat bastard!”

I stalk to the truck and open the door, resisting the urge to really pop her while her breasts are crushed against my shoulder.

Leaning down, I drop her onto the set. She bounces and glares at me as she scoots back, all the way to the other door. Pointing at it, I growl, “Roll that up.” Turning the key, I start the engine and crank up the air.

She shoots an accusatory look at me and screeches, “You said the air didn’t work!”

Shaking my head, I lean my boot on the running board of the truck while I rest my hands on the steering wheel and bend to look at her. “I did not. I said no such thing. Isaidthat I rarelyusethe air. I never said I didn’t have air.”

As I lean in the truck, I feel the air against my bare chest and realize that my shirt is still hanging wide open. Eliza is mighty rumpled looking herself as she sits bolt upright on the seat and watches me warily. Her hat is gone. It must still be in the back of the truck and her hair is a tangled mess of waves that are everywhere. Her cheeks and chest are flushed from the heat outside, her shock at my popping her ass and hanging upside down over my shoulder, and maybe from our heated kiss from earlier. Her shirt is skewed at the neckline and pulled to the side, showing the creamy swell of her heaving left breast. My eyes lower and take in the untucked shirt and how it’s gathered around her waist, showing some of her stomach, and the button of her jeans.

She looks like she just rolled out of bed and it’s sexy as hell.

She just screamed something about not looking like she fits in around here but the woman I’m currently looking at in the cab of my truck looksexactlylike a woman who could fit right in here.

Stop that.

You kissed the woman and felt her up. A match made in heaven that does not make, Falcon.

Hell, she hits you all the time and has a tongue sharp enough to cut a diamond.

But, damned if I’m not enjoying every minute of this…

Eliza is still frowning and looking at me like she doesn’t trust me, but she sighs as the coolness of the air passes over her hot face. She leans down and opens the neckline of her shirt to allow some of the air to reach her chest.

My groin pulls as I shamelessly watch her. I groan under my breath. Finally, she turns to me and cockily says. “Aren’t you supposed to be watching for coyotes instead of staring at my fantastic chest?” She cups her breasts, drawing my gaze downward again.

With a nod I stand, but I lean back into the truck, while adjusting myself, to say. “The only coyotes in these parts aren’t out there, darlin’. You just screamed a whole lot of stuff at me. We’re going to address that… Besides… I already told you that we were coming back to what happened against my truck.” Her eyes widen and she sucks her lip into her mouth as she watches me button my shirt back up. Staring into her eyes, I make my chest muscles jump and grin. “But first… why don’t you take a second to cool your tits then get your snarky, yet sexy, ass out here to help me fix this fence. We can get it done pretty quickly by working together and I’ll need to cut the engine again while we wait for the coyotes. After that, we’ll drive a bit more of this fence and after lunch, I’ll take you to one of my favorite spots out here. It’s a hot day and it’s a great place to cool off… It’s also a hell of a place to have some conversation andquiet time…”

Not that quiet time will be on the agenda if that kiss we shared is any indication. I meant what I said… Miss Eliza McCormick and I have some things to discuss and some things to possibly finish…

With a whistle and one last look, I head to the fence to line up the boards I need to nail up.

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