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“Ha!Fuck you, Negan. Not this time!” I close the gate behind me and look up intoTucker’s face.
Arare grin tilts his lips. God, I love it when he smiles. “What did you callhim?”
“Negan,you know, the evil guy from The Walking Dead? That goat is evil. He charges meevery time I’m not paying attention.”
“Iknow who he is.”
“It’sAyda and Dare’s favorite show and they turned me onto it.”
Heshakes his head, amused. “He doesn’t do that to me. What did you do to piss himoff?”
“Nothing!Of course he doesn’t attack you. You’re intimidating.”
Thewords jump out before I can think about them, and his eyebrows reach for thesky. “I’m intimidating?”
Returningthe container I was using to the feed bin, I babble, “Not to me, to a goat. Imean, I’m not intimidated, but he’s small and you’re not and…” My voice fallsoff as I realize I’m making an idiot of myself. “Yeah, what else needs done?”
“Nothing.Animals are fed, heaters are running. Let’s go inside.”
Tuckerheads upstairs to take a shower as usual, and I busy myself turning off the crockpot and spooning out bowls of beef stew. By the time he returns, I’m pullingfresh rolls from the oven.
“Smellsgood, thanks,” he grunts, grabbing his food and heading to the living room.Rather than eat alone, I follow.
Thenightly news is on and the main story is the storm bearing down on us. Theycan’t seem to decide whether we’re getting a foot of snow or a little freezingrain.
“Storeswere wiped out when I stopped for a bag of potatoes earlier,” I remark.
“Peoplealways freak out and buy up all the bread, milk and eggs when snow is coming.”
Swallowingmy bread, I pull my legs up under me on the couch. “It’s weird. Like everyonehas to have French toast during a snowstorm.”
Tuckerlaughs. It’s a genuine laugh unlike his usual chuckle, and the sound isamazing; deep and smooth.
“Doyou prepare like this every time there’s a storm?” I ask, curious. He hasgenerators ready to go.
“Idon’t usually worry too much about it.” He shrugs.
“Butyou’re worried this time?”
“Inever had a friend’s crazy little sister living with me before.”
Flashinghim a smile, I get up to take my bowl to the kitchen. “Yeah, but I’m growing onyou,” I tease, leaving him staring after me.
Ihate that little sister shit. When I look at him, I can’t help the thoughtsthat burst through my head. Any woman would have completely impure thoughts atthe sight of his lean muscled body, and don’t even get me started on thoseeyes. So pale blue that they appear silver. His scruffy jaw, and perfect lipsand…ah, I’m doing it again. I have to stop drooling over this man. He’ll alwayssee me as Dare’s little sister. He calls mekidfor hell’s sake.Although I haven’t forgotten that kiss. Drunk or not, he didn’t think I was toolittlethat night.
Atleast he’s talking to me and acting normal again. As much as I want to returnto the living room with him, I resist and head upstairs to write away some ofthis sexual frustration.
Chapter Eight
Tucker
Growingon me, she said. If she only knew how badly I want her soft, sweet bodyunderneath mine, she’d run screaming. Actually, she probably wouldn’t. Andthat’s the problem. I’ve seen the way she looks at me sometimes when she thinksI’m not watching, like she wants to fuck me every bit as much as I want to fuckher. And that kiss told me everything I needed to know. Six months seems likefor-fucking-ever at the moment.
Sleetbegins to tick off of the windows as I head upstairs to my room. At least Idon’t have to work this weekend, so I can wait out the storm, but that alsomeans I’ll be alone with Leah for days. My damn hand is going to be permanentlyshaped like a C.
Justbecause I won’t touch her doesn’t mean I don’t think about her when I jerk off.I felt a little guilty about it the first couple of times, but, hell, I’m aguy. Women end up in our spank bank whether we—or they—like it or not.
It’sbeen a long day, and after rubbing one out, I doze off to the distant sound ofLeah typing.
