Page 26 of Mustang Valley

I take the long, trail ride back, and when even the bitter wind can’t claim my attention, I know the only thing to do is avoid her. The next few days, I manage to steer clear and relieve some of the ache to talk to her again by jacking off to the image of her dripping naked curves. Replacing one urge with another I can handle. Me wanting her physically is easier to dismiss than wanting to play three questions again.

ChapterEleven

DASH

The days pass,but inevitably, as I’m her boss, we cross paths, and Molly texts me that the sleigh arrived.

Molly Russo

IT’S PRETTY DAMN BEAT UP LOL. I HOPE I DIDN’T MAKE A MISTAKE WITH THIS ONE.

I’m in my bedroom and sit on the edge of my bed. The sheets are still ruffled. I never leave my bed unmade. Just like I never go to Mustang Valley in the daytime or nearly smile when I receive a text. This woman has come into my life and turned it upside down.

I swipe my hand down my face and scratch my near beard, staring at her message.

Me

FOR WHAT YOU PAID, I EXPECTED IT.

Molly Russo

YOU DID? I’M NOT SURE YOU’LL EXPECT THIS.

Me

I’LL BE DOWN IN TWO TICKS.

Molly Russo

I’M IN THE STORAGE BARN.

By the time I get to the large hanger-like barn we have for machinery, only half of Molly is here. I’d say it’s her good half, but both of them are nice. The sleigh swallows her head and torso. Her round, curvy ass and two legs dangle out. Whatever she’s doing inside the sleigh has her ass wiggling side to side, and her feet dance to keep her balanced and in this position.

Good thing we don’t have HR around here because I let myself stare at her for quite some time and I’m pretty sure my tongue is hanging out.

If I had my way with a backside like hers, I’d peel down those jeans, spread open that luscious ass, and bury my face into the lot of it. I’d lick until my chin was soaked then sink myself balls deep, digging my fingers into her womanly peach, slapping into her soft skin until she moans and doesn’t even know her own name anymore.

Maybe I’ve jacked off to her one too many times.

Just then, her feet hit the ground, and the other half, the one with that effervescent smile, appears. She has a drill in her hand and if she wasn’t already sexy enough, this woman with a power tool has my dick pressing eagerly against my jeans. Goddamn, I could use another wank.

Molly swipes fallen hair off her forehead with her arm. “Hey!” She wiggles the drill. “I figured this baby is going to need to get worse before it gets better.”

I find three things attractive in a woman. Curves. A nice laugh. And grit. Molly has all three.

From her text, I thought I’d find her down here, hands on hips, Hank by her side, wondering what the hell to do now that she owns a pile of wood that couldn’t be further from her initial idea of winter wonderland. But no. She’s ready to dismantle this snow ark and put it back together piece by piece until it’s right.

I had no idea she was so handy.

“The thing is,” she lifts the drill, “I borrowed this from Hank and don’t know how to change the drill bit. So, I haven’t gotten very far.”

My lips dance. She borrowed the drill ready to embark on a huge carpentry project and doesn’t know how to use it. Goddamn adorable.

“Do you have the bits?” I ask.

“Yeah.” She gestures me over to a workbench on the far wall where she has the whole set open. She puts the drill down in front of me and stands close.

She must have gotten warm working because her jacket is off. She wears a thin t-shirt, and with my height, I have a clear view of the most fucking sexy, juicy cleavage I ever laid my eyes on. Two perky nipples point right at me. For the second time in just a few minutes, I want to dive into Molly’s skin.

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