Page 28 of The Auction
“We’ve got to get the tractor back to the barn,” I told him, and then pointed up.
“We stop for rain?”
I shook my head. “It’s not going to just rain. Let’s go.”
I hopped off the ledge to unhook the plow from the tractor. He’d move faster without it and the plow wouldn’t have a problem with the elements. It was nearly too heavy for me, but I had it up and dropped before Creed realized what was happening.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I turned to find him behind me.
“We’ve got to get the tractor inside the barn. We’ll go faster without the plow,” I told him. Then I was climbing up into the bench seat of the tractor and he was coming up next to me ready to shift it into gear again.
Thunder rumbled overhead and there it was again. That sudden drop of temperature.
“Is this because of lightening?” he asked, as he drove straight toward the barn.
I shook my head even as he drove it safely inside the structure. The question was, did we try to wait it out here or make a run for the house?
“How fast can you run?” I asked, over another clap of thunder. I was swinging closed one side of the barn door, while he got the other. Once together, he pulled the chain through the handles that would keep the doors secured.
In that second the skies opened up and rain started pouring down, but I knew this storm was going to be more than just rain.
Without another word, I started booking it back towardsthe house. It was less than fifty yards away but it felt longer while trying to run in my mucking boots. Creed came up alongside me, but he didn’t pass.
“Go on!” I shouted, because he didn’t know what was coming, but I did.
Spring storm. Low clouds. Sudden drop in temperature. It had all the signs of…
Then I felt it. The first crack of a ball of ice on my scalp.
Hail.
It started attacking any exposed skin I had. My scalp. The back of my neck. Stinging like a bunch of cold angry bees.
“Holy fuck!” I heard Creed shout.
It might have been funny if I hadn’t been in the thick of it with him. Right now, the chunks of ice hurt, but they weren’t golf ball sized, which could do some damage. Finally, the porch was in reach and as soon as we both got under it we could hear the cacophony of ice chunks hitting the roof.
We pushed inside the front door and Creed closed it behind us.
“It’s fucking freezing!” he barked.
He was right. We were both soaked through from the rain, which quickly turned into sleet, then finally, hail. I was pulling off my hat and goggles, pushing the kerchief down, while he already had his boots off, his jeans down around his feet and his t-shirt off.
But I quickly realized it was more than just his jeans.
His soggy boxer briefs had gone with them.
Standing in the foyer of MY HOUSE was this six foot plus, ripped specimen of a man, and he was… NAKED!
“What are you doing?!” I shouted, not knowing whereto look, but not being able to unsee what I already saw, which was his big, swinging dick between his thighs.
“Preventing hypothermia,” he said casually, like him standing there naked was no big deal.
“It’s hail, you’re not going to freeze to death,” I snapped.
“It’s a dick, Jules. It’s not going to kill you either. You’re my wife. This shouldn’t be a big deal.”
