Page 87 of Spur of the Moment
I could hear Lettie in my head now.“Stop stroking your ego.”
I would if she was stroking something else.
I shook the thoughts from my head as Brandy came back outside without Lettie. They’d headed in over ten minutes ago. Something about having to pee together?
I’d never understand women.
As Brandy passed behind me, I leaned back in my chair. “Where’d Lettie run off to?”
She made a motion like she was zipping her lips and throwing away the key as she resumed her spot between Callan andLennon. Reed was opposite the table of her, but pretended like he didn’t notice when she sat back down as he spoke to my father about some horseshoeing shit I couldn’t begin to comprehend.
Sliding the chair a few inches back, I mumbled to my mom that I’d be right back, yet I didn’t think she heard me as her and Charlotte had been lost in a gossip hole ever since we sat down.
Heading inside, I slid the slider closed behind me and took in the mess. I’d cleaned the cake off the ground earlier, per Lettie’s request, but there were wrappers and napkins all over the table, bowls and plates stacked near the sink, and party hats littering the ground.
Figuring it would be nice to clean the Bronsons’ house since I’d been the one to bring the chaos here, I got to work. I started with the trash, grabbing a plastic bag from under the sink. Once that was taken care of, I loaded the dishwasher, packed any leftovers into containers and set them in the fridge, and folded the table cloth.
I scanned the room, satisfied with the quick clean.
I wasn’t sure where Lettie was right now, but I had the strongest feeling that if I checked the barn, she’d be there. I’d told her to leave the work for tomorrow, but I saw that rebellious glint in her eyes. She had things she wanted to get done, and she wouldn’t let me get in the way of it. She was stubborn in all aspects of the word, a force to be reckoned with.
If Lettie was a bear, I’d be right there poking her despite all the warning signs. Even a neon flashing light that said “beware,broken hearts possible” wouldn’t have kept me away. Hell, I pined after her even after she broke my heart the first time. Nothing would get in my way when it came to Lettie.
I made my way out front, seeing a dim light coming from the barn.
I knew her so well.
She could change her hair, get plastic surgery, botox, you name it, and I’d still know who she was. My heart called for hers like a damn mate. Even a pitch black world couldn’t keep me from finding my Huckleberry. She was my light at the end of every bad day. Just thoughts of her were enough to keep me alive.
But I’d always want more. Just one more hit. One more kiss. One more taste. I couldn’t get enough of the woman.
Crossing the driveway, I peered inside the door to the barn, finding her crouched by a stall, screwing in a name card with Zach Bryan playing on her phone lying next to her on the ground.
Between the sound of the drill and “I Remember Everything” blasting through the tiny speaker, she didn’t hear me when I slowly came up behind her, bending down until my mouth was inches from her ear.
As soon as her finger eased off the drill, I said, “Working on your birthday, Lettie?”
She shrieked, the drill falling from her hand with a thud. She twisted, slapping at my shoulder. “Bailey! I could have hurt you!”
“Hurt me?” I straightened as she stood. “Please. You couldn’t hurt a fly.”
She crossed her arms. “I’ll have you know, I’ve killed plenty of flies.”
“Oh, yeah?” I inched closer until her arms brushed my chest. She dropped them to her sides, angling her head up at me. “I think someone needs to be punished for going against the rules I set.”
She scoffed, but I wasn’t playing around anymore. My hands gripped her hips, spinning her so her front was pressed up against the wood stall, a gasp slipping from her lips. She turned her head so her cheek was pressed up against the metal bars.
My lips brushed her ear as I spoke. “That little move deserves double the punishment, don’t you think?”
My fingers brushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing her rosy cheek. My eyes traced the column of her neck as goosebumps freckled her skin.
“Hmm, Lettie? I didn’t hear an answer.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
I trailed a finger down her spine, tracing the curves of her ass. “Good girl.”
Reaching around her front, I unbuttoned her jeans, sliding the zipper down so my fingers could fit between her panties and the denim material. Even through the cotton, I could feel how soaked she was.
