To move myself off of the wall enough that I wasn’t touching it from thighs to shoulders.
Moving only enough to allow me to roll again, I flopped to my belly, and inwardly groaned when I rolled on top of his hand.
His hand that was now plastered against my crotch.
Biting my lip, I started to inch my way up the bed to move his arm, but he only tightened his hand, fisting my pants as well as panties—and I was sure a few stray hairs—in his clenched hand.
Fuck me!
Literally and figuratively.
Oh, God. He’d probably feel absolutely amazing between my legs. His mouth. His hand. His tongue. His cock!
His hand finally unclenched, and I contemplated moving.
If I moved, would he wake up and find his hand on my vagina?
I started to shift, and his entire body rolled until he was pressed to me, chest to feet.
His feet were tangled with mine.
His hands twitched, one still on my crotch, and the other on my waist.
His mouth was inches from my face, his breath exhaling against my cheek.
His hard chest was pressed into my arm, and his crotch was snug against my hip.
It was more than obvious that he was a cuddler. He was clutching onto my body like I was a body pillow instead of a living being.
And his breath smelled sweet—like the chocolate bar that I’d witnessed him eat not long before we’d come in here.
Never before had I been jealous of a fuckin’ nut, but the minute he sucked one of the nuts free of caramel, I’d been a fuckin’ goner.
Closing my eyes, I allowed my mind to wander to a time and place where I would take advantage of this position. Where I would run my hands down the length of his defined chest.
An alternate reality where he wasn’t my teacher, and I wasn’t his student.
My mind ran and my breathing hitched as I thought about what I’d do—where I’d touch him first—and I was so lost in my own musings that I inadvertently pressed down onto his hand, grinding myself into him.
He snuggled me closer.
God, I was going to hell.
Licking my lips, I moved closer, my hair falling into my face, and pressed my lips to his neck.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t react at all.
And I bit my lip, wondering just what else I could get away with.
***
Tommy
I wasn’t awake.
Not at first, anyway.
I had a good sense of time, and always had since I’d been a young boy.
Therefore, I knew the moment I woke up—someone had moved in the bed next to me—that it’d only been a short time since I’d fallen asleep.
My eyes were heavy, and my limbs were still tired.
And I was surrounded by the most delicious scent I’d ever had the chance to smell.
Caramel…and peanut butter. Or maybe cocoa.
I wasn’t sure.
All I knew was that I’d smelled that particular scent before.
Had been dreaming about it for some time now.
Experimentally, I cracked one eye open and came face to face with the best sight I’d ever seen.
Tally.
Inches from me. Lips so close that if I wanted to, I could let my lips part, and my tongue snake out, and I’d be able to taste her.
Just as I was about to say something, she leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss on my neck, right under my Adam’s apple.
I shifted, unable to help it, and she gasped lightly.
That’s around the time I realized that I was cupping her crotch with my left hand, and had her hip on my right.
My crotch was placed snugly against her opposite hip, and my dick was so hard that it literally couldn’t be good for my blood supply when most of it was feeding my cock instead of my brain.
That had to explain why I did what I did next.
Surely I wouldn’t have done this had I been thinking clearly—not half asleep and oxygen deprived from too little oxygen to my brain.
My hand clenched even harder on her pussy.
She shifted again, and her breath fanned against my lips.
Her lips hovered over mine.
Just when she was about to press her mouth against mine, my phone started to blare.
Cursing, I rolled out of instinct, moving so quickly that Tally never even had a chance to react.
Her breath left her body as I pinned her underneath me, and she gasped.
“Dr. Tommy.”
Her voice was breathy and raspy, and I closed my eyes tightly to force myself to calm down and think.
“Sorry,” I groaned, rolling back off her.
“S’okay,” she murmured as I crawled out of the bed. “Everything’s okay.”
No, I wanted to disagree with her. Everything was not okay. My dick was hard, my phone was ringing, indicating something was wrong and they needed me, and I was fairly sure that I was about to die from need.
Did I voice any of those concerns? Hell no. Instead, I picked up the phone, placed it to my ear, and said, “Talk to me.”
Chapter 8
Sarchotic-When you’re so sarcastic that people aren’t sure whether you’re joking or just crazy.
-T-shirt
Tommy
“Got your boat here if you want it,” Truth called into the phone.
I shook my head. “No,” I murmured. “I gotta run by the house while I still can.” I looked up at the still gray sky and wanted to curse. “The water’s gone down, but if we get any more rain at all, I’m going to be stuck there.”
“It’s not done. You won’t have running toilets or water.”
I grunted.
“They’re supposed to get out there today with the toilets,” I disagreed. “And I’m going to throw a goddamned fit if they don’t.”
Truth grunted. “Good luck with that.”
I wanted to throat punch him.
I didn’t need any more negativity in my life. I had enough of my own when it came to the house I was building; I didn’t need any of his.
“Hold on to the boat. Take it to the clubhouse and I’ll pick it up in a couple of hours. I have to go check out the floors and make sure they didn’t fuck anything up,” I murmured as I walked to my bike.
I stopped when I saw Tally standing there, her daughter on one hip. Both of them stared at me, and I had a little hitch in my throat when I saw the two of them.
“Okay,” Truth hung up without another word, making my head shake involuntarily at his abruptness.
I should be used to it by now. Truth and I had entered the Dixie Wardens two months apart, and we’d been patched in as members at the same time. I knew him better than anyone knew him, and sadly that still wasn’t anywhere near as much as I knew everyone else.
“Who do you have there, Tally?” I asked, smiling down at the two ladies.
Tally smiled, as she bounced her hip lightly as she gestured to me.
“Tallulah, can you say hi to Dr. Tommy?” she encouraged the young girl.
Tallulah was a gorgeous child and was the epitome of adorable.
She also looked nothing like Tally.
Tally’s green eyes obviously weren’t dominant, because Tallulah’s baby blues were bright and focused on my face.
Her hair was the cutest thing I’d ever seen, as well.
She had tight blonde curls that circled haphazardly around her face.
And her skin was tanned and freckle free.
She was wearing a black t-shirt that said, “Out of my way, I’ve got my sassy pants on today.”
Paired with that sparkly black shirt with pink lettering was a set of hot pink tights that clung to her fat little baby legs, making me want to squeeze her thighs.
“Ba!”
Tallulah’s voice was so adorable that a grin spread across my lips before the entire word had left her lips.
“Hello,” I called, offering the little girl my hand.
She placed her entire hand in the palm of mine, and I fell.
Hopelessly and irrevocably in love with her.
“What’s going on?” I asked her, smiling brightly.
Tallulah’s eyes were intent.
“As da!” she cried, smacking my hand.
I looked down to see her dimpled hand touching one of my tattoos, and smiled.
“Tattoo,” I said.
She drooled, and I grinned.
“That a girl,” I cooed, offering my hand for a high-five, which she took.
“She’s got you,” Tally snickered. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to breakfast to discuss whatever we were supposed to at lunch the other day…but never got around to.”
I looked away from Tallulah and to her mother.
“I can’t,” I apologized. “I have to go meet my floor people before they leave, and drop a check off for this week’s draw.” I held out my hand when Tallulah reached for it. “Unless you want to wait forty-five minutes, and let me run by the house and change. You can meet me at my place, and we can go from there.”
I indicated my shirt with my hand, and snorted.
“I need to do that, too,” she agreed. “Mom and I switched off when she went in,” she indicated her daughter with a jostle of her hip. Causing the little imp to giggle. “I could just go get her some donuts, drop her off at daycare, and meet you at your house—we can ride together. You did promise to show me your ass last night, after all.”
I snorted.
Last night we’d gotten into a discussion about my goats and donkey, and she’d expressed interest in seeing them.
Though, I definitely remember Tallulah being mentioned in that ‘meeting’ part. Not just her.
Did I call her on that, though? Nope.
“You’re taking her to school?” I asked.
She nodded. “I’m required to take her whether I’m working or not, or I lose my state funding that helps me pay for her schooling,” she grimaced. “It sucks, because I wasn’t planning on taking her on my days off, which aren’t that copious in the first place, but they won’t let me. They’ve given me absolutely no choice.”
I snorted. “My sister was on that,” I told her. “If you are there for four hours, they count them as there. I know that only because I used to pester the lady that watched my sister’s kids.”
I offered to hold Tallulah by raising both of my hands, and she gave her to me, watching me curiously.
I brought Tallulah to my chest and placed her rump on my forearm.
“You sure are cute,” I told the little girl.
“She knows it, too,” Tally snickered. “You should see the way my dad moans every time we put one of those over the top bows on her head. Tallulah crawls around with a huge smile on her face.”
I held my hand out when the girl in my hands patted my thumb.
She latched onto my hand and brought it to her face, rubbing her cheek along the rough skin of my palm.
“She’s also got an obsession with hands,” Tally murmured. “As you can see. Though, yours are more colorful than what she’s used to.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I suspect they are.”
“Anyway,” Tally held out her hands and I reluctantly gave her child back to her. “I have to go drop her off…and if you want, I’ll meet you at your house and we can do breakfast? To go over my options?”
I should tell her no. I shouldn’t encourage her. I should set her straight right now, and put an end to this awkward relationship we had.
But did I do any of those things?
No.
I did not.
Instead, I nodded my head.
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “That sounds good. That way I can help you with those tips I used to use to help with my test anxiety.”
Or that would be my excuse, anyway.
Or the excuse I would give any of the teaching staff if they happened to catch us at breakfast with each other.
Tally held up her thumb, and Tallulah copied her, causing my grin to widen.
“See you later, darlin’,” I murmured. “Have fun at school, toots.”
“Ah!” Tallulah held up one fisted hand high in the air.
Tally rolled her eyes, and turned to leave, stopping only once to sidestep a large puddle that was bisecting the parking lot.
I watched as she placed her child into the car, strapping and buckling her in as I curiously watched the entire process.
Idly, I wondered if the seat that Tally was using was safe for the type of vehicle she drove. It looked like it barely fit into the backseat. And what kind of safety rating it had if it were to be in an accident.
Why I was so concerned with the car seat’s safety rating was beyond me, but I’d dissect that later.
Hopefully, if I ignored the strange feelings pouring through me at the sight of the two of them leaving, they would disappear.
Right?
Wrong.
But I was a good faker, and I had a sensational poker face.
***
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I said as I looked at the floors that were just stained and sealed. “What the fuck is this?”
The boy, and yes, I really do mean boy because he had to be eighteen at most, looked at me with fear-filled eyes. “I—I’m just here to help. I only clean the floor. Mr. Jody can answer your questions.”
I growled low in my throat.
“How about you go get him for me then, kid?” I asked.
The kid ran, halting to place his broom down, almost making me want to laugh.
Almost.
This was so far from freakin’ funny that it was laughable.
I wanted to strangle someone.
And the man, the leader of this band of dumbasses, came around the corner smiling at me like I should be proud of the goddamned floor when I wasn’t.
“Hiya!” he called loudly, his annoying voice echoing off the walls of the empty house. “How do you like it?”
I didn’t smile. In fact, I didn’t do a goddamned thing but cross my arms over my chest and let him see my displeasure.
The grin slipped off his face, and he stared at me warily.
“Is this what you call quality workmanship?” I asked him, pointing toward the ground. “Do you see this?”
He looked down and swallowed.
“Yes, Sir,” he answered.
“The builder told me that you would use paint thinner to dissolve this before you put the sealer down. Why, in God’s name, do I see fucking white paint on what is supposed to be my brown goddamned floor?” I growled. “That shit’s never going to come up, and I’m forever going to have to look at that eyesore. I can’t even cover it up because it’s in the godforsaken doorway!”
The man got red in the face.
“I told the builder that he should be more careful with the paint,” was his logical answer.
I breathed in deeply and then breathed out slowly.
“Is there anything else you’d like to show me?” I asked, trying to ignore the scratch that went from the front of the island all the way back to the doorway ten feet back. I was sure that was completely by accident that they didn’t try to touch that up, too.
Jody swallowed, then turned and started pointing more things out.
By the time I was through with the entire house, my blood pressure was through the roof, and I had the phone in my hand to call the builder.
The builder, who apologized, said he couldn’t get out to the house until Thursday to take a look at it, four fucking days from then.
“You do that,” I grumbled into the phone. “In the meantime, you need to be thinking of ways to fix my goddamned floor. I want this done right next time, and I want it done quickly. The move in day was last Friday, and you’ve already sailed past that day. I need this house done. My lease is up on Monday
, a week from now. You have until then.”
The builder, I could tell, wanted to argue, but we’d signed an ironclad contract. I’d given him eight months to complete the project, or he forfeited his profit margin.
“That was harsh.”
I looked up to find Tally standing there, her face full of humor.
I laughed humorlessly. “Come look at my house and tell me what you think of this.”
The instant I saw her, everything that seemed out of whack not even ten minutes ago suddenly straightened.
“I’m assuming you still need to get the driveway done?” she stated as she carefully picked her way over the fucked-up driveway.
I gritted my teeth and barely restrained the urge to growl.
“Actually, it was just done on Monday of last week,” I glared at the canyon sized divot in my driveway that ran straight down the middle of it.
She looked at me startled. “Uhhh,” she blinked, unsure what to say. “That’s…bad.”
I agreed with a nod of my head.
And each truck that passes over it, causing deep dents in the gravel, makes my heart hurt even more.
“Yep,” I confirmed. “I already called the driveway guy, and he’s coming out to fix it as soon as it stops raining.”
She pursed her lips.
“But isn’t it supposed to continue raining for the next two weeks?”
I nodded my head.
“Yep.”
It sure was.
“And if it looks like this after just one day—and, which, might I add, it’s still raining—what’s it going to look like tomorrow? Or the next day?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’m just hoping that it holds at least at the top, because if it doesn’t, then I have no way to get back here with my bike. Or move, for that matter.”
She grimaced. “That sounds kind of sucky.”
It did, and it was.
“The outside looks great,” she changed the subject.
I grinned at her.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Very Dallas Cowboys, though,” she admitted.
I burst out laughing.
“Yeah,” I blew out a strained breath. “I didn’t intentionally choose the Dallas Cowboys’ colors as my house colors, but I didn’t want all that fancy ass rock and brick on the house. And I suck at choosing colors. My mom helped me choose the blue, and my sister chose the gray to go with it, but when you paired the two together they made it look a whole lot different than I’d originally intended.”
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