Page 11 of Loving Words
?Chapter 4
?Jack
Sweat rolled down myskin between my shoulder blades as I entered the cabin with my jacket in hand. Harrison and I had chopped and carried wood for nearly an hour. If we were going to do it, we wanted to make sure we wouldn’t have to do a repeat in a day. The incoming storm could make a turn for the worse just as easily as not hitting as hard as was expected.
I was just happy I’d made it to Creekside in time. The rental company’s chains they’d tossed into the back of the Jeep would have worked just fine, but it didn’t mean I wanted to go through the trouble.
When Harrison had wanted to stop with the first two stacks of wood, I’d been adamant we needed more. Sure, it was part desperate need to cool off, but it was also part need to work off the brewing sexual tension in my pants.
Images of Kennedy’s round ass in the air was flooding my mind and stirring my cock. The damn woman was tempting me like no other woman ever had.
Hanging the jacket on the coat rack, I sucked in a deep breath and forced thoughts about deadlines into my mind. Kennedy was Harrison’s sister and the granddaughter of the owner of the house where I was a guest. I repeated the facts to myself a few more times, hoping it was enough of a reminder to keep temptation at bay.
A small growl drew my attention in the direction of the dining area off the kitchen. As if summoned by my thoughts, I found her at the table. Head bent over her laptop, she shoved one hand into her hair and rubbed her forehead with the other.
I recognized the feeling well. It was a wonder I hadn’t ripped my hair, root and all, from my scalp. Bald was beautiful though; at least that was what I’d heard.
Quietly, I moved to the bathroom to freshen up before grabbing my bag from where I’d left it. I slung the strap over my shoulder and went into the dining room with confidence I wasn’t feeling. I managed to unpack both my laptop and printed manuscript without disturbing Kennedy. Her concentration was rather epic.
Did she focus on everything so thoroughly?I wondered, my stupid cock twitching as I hoped she did.
“Oh, good. You’re back!” Gran said, entering the kitchen. “I was just about to get lunch started.”
Kennedy’s eyes focused, seeing me for the first time since I’d sat at the spot near her. “Gran, I’ll get lunch started. Go relax!”
“Yes, Gran. Relax and I’ll help Kennedy with lunch,” I said, pushing up from the chair.
“Are you both sure? I mean, a nap would be nice,” Gran said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“We got it,” I said before Kennedy could shoo me off.
Gran disappeared from sight as I padded into the kitchen. “What are you in the mood for?”
“I really don’t need your help.”
Turning from the pantry, I flashed her the grin that usually got me laid. “I know you don’t need my help. I want to help you, and I know your Southern hospitality won’t turn your guest away from what they want.”
Kennedy growled. “You’re impossible.”
“That’s a new way to pronounce amazing.”
