As I’m finishing evening chores, a furious cyclone whips into the barn. My smirk is ready to greet Frankie before I even turn around. A pair of green blades are narrowed and raised to strike me down where I stand.
I cross my arms, preparing for battle. “We need to quit meeting like this.”
“You,” she bellows while storming toward me.
My lips press in a firm line to contain my sheer glee. It’s been the better part of a decade since I’ve felt this kind of thrill. “Something the matter?”
“Don’t act innocent. What you did is irredeemable.”
“Really? Wow. Thanks, little menace.”
Frankie jerks to a halt within inches of crashing into me. Steam is practically rising from her fiery stance. “That wasn’t a compliment!”
“No? Could’ve fooled me coming in all hot and bothered. You’re much more flustered than when I had you tossed in the back of a squad car.”
She looks seconds away from throttling me. “I hate you so much.”
“Don’t lie to yourself.”
Hostility drips off her, but all I smell is guilty pleasure. “I’m so mad I could stab you.”
My wince is exaggerated. “Please don’t.”
She pokes my chest with a pointy talon. “You deserve far worse.”
“What’d I do?” But the jovial notes in my tone reveal foul play.
“Does the entire county think I’m off-limits?”
I scratch at my stubble while pretending to consider the distance. “Word travels fast ‘round these parts.”
“We went to six different bars. The response was always the same.”
“Good to know that threats of bodily harm and lost wages still get the message across.”
Her hands clench into dangerous fists. “You’re a dick.”
The latest insult gives me pause. She’s taken the lead whenever the moment gets heated and lines are blurred. It’s my turn to see how far we can push the limit.
I glance down at the rigid length bulging from the front of my jeans, done fighting the inevitable. “Would you like to get reacquainted?”
“Are you being serious right now?” she sputters.
My nod is genuine. “Might ease this unresolved tension.”
“What happened to not sleeping together?”
Logic smacked me upside the head. I’ve deprived myself long enough. Our tension won’t quit until we fuck it out of our systems. We owe it to ourselves at this point.
“There won’t be any sleeping involved. At least not until you’re thoroughly fucked and filled to the brim with my cum.”
Frankie drops her jaw with an audible whoosh. Desire replaces the fury in her haze while a flush stains her flawless complexion. I might’ve just shocked her into silence. My cock twitches in victory.
While she’s at a loss for words, I shamelessly gorge on the temptation her outfit serves. She’s wearing black leggings that stick to her body like a bad habit. Her low-cut sweater is just as seductive.
I’ve controlled my urges without issue for years, but then Francesca Keller entered the scene. She makes me ache and yearn in ways I forgot existed. There’s no chance in hell I’m walking away from her unscathed.
My heart pulses to the feverish beat of my lust. “Fair warning. I don’t share.”