Page 18 of Wire
CHAPTEREIGHT
Wire
I watch her scuttle out of the house like a scared mouse. I could see on her face that my thanking her affected her, even if she tried to hide it. She deserved that thank you and more. I have watched her all day doing so much around the ranch. Not once have I seen her brothers be grateful. She has worked in the stables and with the horses all day. She cooked breakfast and cleaned up this morning, plus lunch. I bet she’ll be cooking dinner tonight too.
I really enjoyed my time with her today. Working alongside her and getting to know more about the beautiful clumsy woman whom people don’t seem to notice the real her. The woman has a big heart and looks after everyone without a mutter of complaint.
We talked about so much today while we worked. Well, she worked, and I mean worked. The amount of hard work she has done today, and I’m sure I only held her back as my stupid road rash stopped me from doing a lot of things. But she didn’t once show any frustration with me. She only showed me patience and kindness. Even took the time to show me the correct way to care for the horses she seemed to love so much.
I watched her closely as I groomed Nutmeg. Every horse she groomed, a lot quicker than me, she took the time to talk with them as if they would talk back to her and were her friends. It was kind of inspiring to watch her interactions with the animals. She was truly at peace, and the smile on her face was breathtaking. I could have watched her all day. The way she moved was mesmerizing, so graceful. She played rock music as we worked, and she danced with the fork at one point. Dancing as if no one was watching. So, at ease with herself and with me being there. She showed me her true inner self, her true geek, as she used the fork as a microphone while swinging her hips to Ram Jam’s Black Betty.
I itched to come up behind her and move with her. Running my hands over her curves as she swirled her hips in time to the music. I was dealing with a semi most of the day. It got worse when she cleaned my thigh and put a new dressing on it. Her fingers were caressing my thigh. My cock stood to attention, begging her attention. I’ve not been able to get hard for so long, and now the little fucker won’t go down. He desperately wants inside her warm pussy.
Every time she smiles at me, I want to drop to my knees and beg for entrance to her pussy. I want to kiss every inch of her body and make her scream my name. But more than sex, I want to cuddle with her and learn more about her. Not just the basics of, she is clumsy, loves animals, and likes rock and country music. Wishes she could play a musical instrument and wants a ride on my bike but is scared. Seems her brothers all ride, and a clumsy mishap on her first ride means they won’t now take her again. This made me pissed at her brothers. It was one accident that sounds more Carter’s fault. He should have told her how to mount the bike properly and held it steady for her.
I have now promised her as soon as her brother Tyler has finished fixing my bike, I’ll take her on a ride. Jesus, her face lit up like I’d promised her the world. I want her to always have that light in her eyes. My promise caused her to leap into my arms, with hers wrapped around my neck as she hugged me tightly. I never wanted her to let go.
The front door opening brings me out of my musings.
“Hey, you been relaxing?” she asks, coming in from outside, taking her boots off.
“It’s quiet around here. I’m used to a clubhouse that always has people coming and going. Music playing. Something is always happening,” I tell her as she washes her hands in the sink and starts pulling things out of the fridge for dinner.
“That does sound loud. I can imagine finding some peace is difficult.”
“It can be, but it also means you’re never alone. If you need someone, there will be someone around to help. It’s like a massive family. Dysfunctional family,” I say, trying not to sound sad at losing that family.
“Sounds like you miss them.”
“I do.”
“Well, once you’re healed, and your bike is fixed, you’ll be back on the road to them.”
Now It’s her turn to sound sad. Is she feeling the same way as me? Is it possible she is feeling the attraction and the connection? I feel like our souls are connected in some way. I can’t stop myself. I’m off the couch and have her in my arms within seconds. Our mouths meet, and I swear angels sing. I deepen the kiss as my tongue fights to gain access to hers. She lets me in, and I now know what heaven feels like. Her lips are so soft. It’s like kissing pillows made from silk. I groan into the kiss as my hands roam her body, finding the top of her jeans and that sliver of skin between them and her top. My thumb slowly strokes the soft skin there, causing her to whimper. Just as we are getting more passionate, the door slams.
She jumps away from me like I’m on fire. Her lips are swollen from our kiss, and she’s breathing heavy. Her chest is rising quickly, causing me to watch her plump breasts heave. Our eyes meet, and you can feel the connection between us crackling in the air. I reach for her again just as her brothers stomp into the kitchen.
“What’s for dinner, Calamity? I’m starving,” Weston asks, grabbing a beer from the fridge.
“I’m making it now. Thought we could have steak with baked potatoes and sour cream.” Tallulah tells them as Carter comes into the kitchen to wash his hands.
“Sounds fine. Tyler is on his way in too. Saw him locking up the barn as I was coming in,” Carter says.
“What sounds fine? I hope you’ve cooked a big dinner; I could eat enough to feed the town,” Tyler says
“I’m making steak with baked potatoes,” she repeats
“Seriously? I’ve been working my ass off, and that’s all you’ve bothered to make. Jesus, you’ve done nothing all day,” he complains and storms out of the kitchen.
I stare openmouthed at his attitude toward Tallulah but also that neither Carter nor Weston says a word. Sucks to be them because no way am I keeping my mouth shut. Tallulah looks so crestfallen like he’d physically hit her. Do they not realize what she has done around here today?
“Does he always speak to you like that?” I ask her.
“Speak to her like what?” Weston asks.
“She knows what he means. We work hard and need a good meal at the end of the day,” Carter says as I watch Tallulah hunch her shoulders, looking so defeated.
“She works hard too,” I defend her.
