Page 210 of Mountain Grump

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“Yes.” The corner of my mouth pulls up. “Are you high?”

“Yes.” Tilda snickers, and my smile lifts to a full one. “Are you high?”

“Not yet.” I step closer to my happy girl. “Do you like peanut sauce?”

“Yes.” Tilda says it slowly, with her eyes wide.

“Good. But before you sit down, I have one more question.”

“Yes?”

“What color panties are you wearing?”

She presses her teeth into her top lip as she reaches down to the hem of her nightshirt.

I think she’s going to show me.

My cock thinks she’s going to show me.

But she spins away, giving me her back, before she lifts the bottom of her shirt and looks.

Fuck me. Why was that hotter?

I use the hand not holding our dinner to adjust my cock as Tilda turns back around to face me.

“Black.” She shrugs. “I forgot I wanted to match.”

My eyes focus on her waist, and I debate the merits of blowing off dinner and dragging Tilda to bed. Just like I did last time.

“Who did you want to match for, Tilda?”

Her cheeks pinken as she tries not to smile. “Deerdra.”

A laugh grates out of me, and I shake my head. “Go sit down.”

Tilda turns, and I look across the living room at the damn deer head.

And smile at its new purple beaded necklace.

Tilda turns off the small speaker blaring music, then settles herself on one of the stools.

Taking over the kitchen, I unpack the groceries on the other side of the counter.

I start to tell her about the trail cam, but it quickly becomes apparent that she’s more intoxicated than I thought. So instead of talking cameras, I answer her thousand questions about what I’m cooking. When I learned to cook. How often I cook. What’s my favorite food.

I tell her noodles with rotisserie chicken and peanut sauce is one of my favorite things.

She says she wants to try that.

I remind her that’s what I’m making.

“Want one?” Tilda slides a small plastic container across the counter.

I pick it up, reading the label. “This what you had?”

She nods. “They’re good.”

I don’t know if she’s talking about the flavor or the effects. But… fuck it. I want to let go with my girl tonight.

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