Page 142 of Opposites (Never) Attract
But Shirley wouldn’t judge. We were connected at the soul level.
“I was thinking about that,” Tag mused, one arm behind his head, while I settled myself in the gap between his armpit and shoulder. “We’re going to have to store up the sex.”
“Store up the sex?” I asked him.
“Yeah. Have as much sex as humanly possible now, so that we can go a few weeks without when Pops is back.”
“Haven’t we been doing that already?” I asked. Between him being the ranch foreman, me starting up my very small, but very helpful financial consulting business in town, I was pretty sure we were having sex as much as humanly possible.
“Hm,” he grunted. “Suppose we have.”
“I have an idea,” I said, pressing my lips to his naked chest.
“We can talk to him about noise suppressing earphones, but I just don’t know if we can count on him wearing them every night.”
“A better idea,” I said, lifting myself up on my forearm. “It doesn’t have to be today, or even in the next few months, but remember how we had the extra money left over to do repairs on all the structures on the property?”
“Yeah,” Tag said, then smiled and slapped my naked ass. “Because my girl is a fucking boss.”
“Well, you can add on a new roof, but who is to say that new roof can’t go on a second floor? That way you can have one private suite upstairs, and two more soundproofed bedrooms on the mainfloor.”
“Hmm,” Tag mused, thoughtfully. “That’s a bit of work adding a second floor, darlin.”
I fell back down onto his chest. Maybe I was pushing things a little too fast.
He’d said he wanted to go slow, and I was mentally building us a second floor and thinking how someday this room could be split up into a nursery and a child’s bedroom.
“You’re right. Probably too much work. We’ll just have to store up the sex.”
“Or,” he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tightly against his chest. “You could learn how to be quieter.”
“I can’t help it,” I crooned. “It feels too good. How does anyone stay quiet when they’re coming?”
“Good point,” he grunted. “Well, I’m not putting on an additional floor for just me and Pop. That’s just crazy.”
“I know,” I said, trying not to be disappointed. Pop would be back in a few weeks, then he would stay through late summer and early fall. I started counting up the days in my head, not taking into account that we’d made pretty good use of Tag’s truck on occasion.
We were just going to have to have more sex now. So much, maybe I would even look forward to a break…
Nah, that was never going to happen.
“No, it only makes sense to add that kind of addition if someone else is going to live here.”
I frowned. Was he being funny?
“Who else were you thinking about living here?”
“Maybe Mac?”
“Mac!” I said, getting up on my elbow.
“Or Seth, when he’s not on the road. They’ll probably want something a little more stable than a bunkhouse bed.”
“Taggert Durham, are you telling me you’re going to putan extension on this cabin so that you can invite my half-brothers to live under the same roof where we have sex? Sometimes very kinky sex. They’ll be standing at the edge of our bed every morning!”
“Good point,” he said, taking my chin between his fingers. “Guess you should just move in.”
My draw dropped, my eyes narrowed. “Was this your plan all along?”
