Just about the time he was going to go out on the porch to tell her to get her ass in the house she walked in. Her lips were tight and she looked daggers at him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” She demanded.
“Nothing.” He said looking at her.
“Really? You slammed that window on purpose. Why?” Charity probed.
“Well for starters the man was molesting you on my front porch. And second I don’t want Max to walk in here and see that happening on the front porch. My kid has enough issues.”
“What? That’s what you’re going with? The boy was raised by bikers for goodness sakes. He’s seen worse than kissing I’m sure. You’ve likely had sweetbutt’s over here too, and you’re saying that the boy would be shocked by kissing. That’s just insane. He wouldn’t bat an eyelash.” Charity put her hands on her hips looking at him like he’d lost his mind.
“It doesn’t matter what you think. This is my house, and no I haven’t had sweetbutt’s here with my son home. Besides I haven’t had sex in two years.” Tick growled, then realized what he’d said and cringed. Fuck, he hadn’t meant to say that. It wasn’t like his dick was dysfunctional. He just hadn’t felt right about sex after Vivi was gone.
“Holy shit. Really? No wonder you are such an asshole. You need to get laid. That’s why you did it. You were jealous.” Charity crowed with glee.
“The hell you say? I don’t even like you I was not jealous. If you’d been doing that in the car where I didn’t have to see it I wouldn’t have gave two shits about it.” He grumbled anger filling every word.
“Not over me with another man idiot, but jealous of someone else possibly having sex. Stop ruining my fun cause you’re not getting any.”
“Go to bed, Charity.” He told her gruffly. He was tired of dealing with her bullshit.
“Fine, but my advice is for you to get laid. It might improve you mood.” She turned headed towards the guest room. Still livid with his high handed behavior and his sending her off to bed as if she was a child.
“Are you offering to take care of it, baby girl?” He called after her just to piss her off more as she left the room in a huff. He wasn’t surprised when her reply was to toss a lethal glare over her shoulder at him.
“Hell no!” She hissed, before she disappeared up the stairs.
Charity couldn’t believe what had just happened. Max had pulled another prank. He’d locked her and his father in the pantry. That hadn’t been the unbelievable part. No that had been the fact that Tick had ended up kissing her. She felt a bit bewildered by it happening. One minute they’d been screaming at each other, and the next he’d kissed her. She was still trembling from the encounter.
She just didn’t know why. He’d been telling her that she was supposed to be taking care of these juvenile pranks and why hadn’t she fixed them yet. And the next he’d been kissing her senseless. Then the man had pulled away suddenly. He’d growled that he was horny and she’d just been here. That it was an aberration. Really that’s what he’d called kissing her senseless. She was still reeling from the shock. She was going to accept his assessment though. She didn’t even like him. He was a freaking dick. He’d told her he wouldn’t be home till late.
Then followed it up with a comment about getting laid like she’d suggested. She so did not want to know about him going out to get laid. Not that she blamed the faceless woman Tick was going to screw. The man was seriously hot, and if his kiss was any indication he knew what he was doing in the bedroom.
Fuck, where had she let her mind go, she wondered absently. Then she decided that she just needed to get laid too. She didn’t allow herself to think of the fact that Tick’s kiss had left her breathless and wet, and Travis’s had only made her tingle a little. She headed out to get Max from Colt and Maria’s house.
Walking across the yard she spotted Tick standing near the main farm with two sweetbutt’s. Stupid, bastard. She hoped his dick didn’t work.
Chapter 8
Charity was excited to get another call from Travis about a week later. She had begun to settle into a routine with Tick and Max. Tick was now letting her handle Max’s pranks as she saw fit. She’d only had to spank him once. He was down now to only pulling about one prank a day. They were mostly harmless, only a few that had been dangerous. The improvement was a good sign. Tick had come home at the same time he always did the night of their pantry fiasco. It had surprised her, but she guessed that screwing some chick didn’t take long. She needed to quit thinking about that man.
Travis had called about an hour ago to ask that she go out with him on Friday night and she’d agreed. She was pulling the casserole out of the oven when Tick walked into the kitchen from the backyard.
Looking at him over her shoulder, she smiled. “Dinners almost done. Max is in his room with Connor who I let stay over for the night.” Charity told him, waiting to tell him he needed to find someone else to watch Max Friday night.
“Smells good. What is it?” He asked coming to stand behind her, his chest brushing against her back. It sent a shiver down her spine, making her want to move away from him, and reminding her of their kiss. He reached over her to grab a spoon from the dish rack, and tried to take a bite of the casserole. She smacked his hand away.
“Stop, wait for dinner. Besides you smell awful go shower.” She said, even though that wasn’t necessarily true. He smelled like sweat, leather and hay. She wanted to bury her face in his chest, which was still pressing against her back and just breathe that scent in.
“Woman, stop hitting me.” Tick grumbled, his hand now coming to rest on her hip. His body pressed hers into the counter as he leaned forward to steal a bite of the food. She was frozen in place by the feel of him pressed so closely to her back.
He dipped the spoon into the dish bringing it close to his lips. She felt him blow gently on the hot spoonful to cool it. Shivers rushed down her neck as his warm breath brushed along her neck. She almost moaned. What the hell was wrong with her, she wondered. He finally popped the spoon into his mouth eating the bite, letting out a groan of satisfaction.
“Damn, that’s fantastic. Is there any food you can’t turn into a masterpiece?” When she smiled at him warmed by his praise, and feeling turned on, he grinned. “I’ll hurry.” Then the man turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Charity was trembling when she moved back from the counter. She didn’t understand why her body was betraying her this way. The man was a jerk, and she shouldn’t feel like she was on fire from a simple touch like the ones he’d just given her, but she did. His touch made her heart race and her breath catch, and she didn’t understand why.
He was rude, and he felt entitled. Those traits alone should turn her off, but for some reason she just felt on edge and horny. She didn’t like feeling that way. Not one damned bit. She hadn’t felt this turned on when Travis had kissed her. She just didn’t understand why. Travis was an awesome guy. He was polite and he didn’t have a bratty kid that made her crazy. She just didn’t know what was causing this fascination she had for Tick. Maybe it was just chemistry.
Deciding that it wasn’t worth anymore thought, she walked to the table and began scooping out casserole for it to cool. She was still flustered when she headed back into the kitchen to grab the rolls and some drinks for everyone.
Tick stood beneath the hot spray of the water with a massive hard on. He was thinking of Charity’s perfect ass, and the sight of her pretty tits as he peaked over her shoulder at them just a few moments ago. He had instantly been hard as a lead pipe. He groaned, as he took his thicken member into his hand. Unable to stop himself. She was just too fucking sexy.
That was what had happened in the pantry. He’d been a little pissed that he’d been locked in there with her because she was wearing the shortest cut off shorts he’d ever seen. When she’d bent over to try to pick the lock, he’d thought his cock was going to burst out of his pants. Fuck he ass was perfect. He squeezed his cock. Moaning, at the th
ought of her bent over. He’d wanted to move in behind her and garb that sweet little ass. Right before he ripped off her clothes and fucked her within an inch of her life.
He didn’t really like her any more than he had when she’d been abandoned on his door step by her brother. But thinking of the round globes of her tits, which had been displayed nicely in the tight tank she wore tonight, he’d known he’d love to take her to his bed. He squeezed his hardness, working the thickened erection with his hand thinking of Charity.
He began to slowly as he thought of pressing her back into that counter naked. With her ass resting on the counter as he thrust inside her. Fuck, he thought as he came with a grunt of satisfaction. Damn, that woman was a menace, and he couldn’t stop fanaticizing about her. He’d planned on getting laid when he’d gone over to talk to the sweetbutt’s the day they’d been trapped in the pantry, but after a few minutes he’d realized none of them really revved him up like she did.
He washed up and got out. He dried off thinking about going over the main house to see a sweetbutt later. He really needed to quit jacking off to thoughts of Charity. He dressed and headed down to the dining room. He heard Charity talking to Max and Connor.
“That fort you two built with the sheets I gave you looked pretty cool.” Charity was saying when he entered.
“Yeah, we want to show Alex how to make one when he gets back. Would that be okay?” Max asked Charity.
“I think it will, but I might not be here so you should ask your father.” Charity hedged.
“You’re not going to leave. Dad likes you and I do too.” The boy said his voice sure.
“Thanks, I like you too.” Charity said not arguing with the boy.
“Well the tunnels are big enough for you to crawl in to read me and Connor a story like you always do. And there’s a cool trap we can show you how to avoid.” Max’s voice was animated and sounded almost like the kid he’d known before Vivi died.
He almost sighed. His son was really getting attached to Charity being here. It worried him. She wasn’t going to always be here like she’d just told him and Max was really beginning to like her a lot.
“What’s this I hear about a cool fort? Am I not invited to see it? I’m the king of this here castle.” Tick told them as he sat down at the table.
“Of course, you can see it, dad. But you’re are not the king. I am!” Max told him with confidence.
“I’m a prince then at least.” Tick shot back with a smile.
“Ha…” Charity snorted, as she nodded at the boys.
““Nu-uh, I’m the prince and so is Alex when he finally gets back.” Connor howled
“Okay, now that that’s settled. You can eat now that everyone’s here.” Her eyes met his letting him know that she didn’t think of him as a prince or a king. He shrugged, chuckling. He began eating.
The meal passed quickly and they were all having a great time. Connor had told them all about fort building with Max. He’d always thought his younger friend walked on water as had Alex. Those three boy’s had been inseparable since they were in diapers. After they cleared the table they headed to Max’s room where they had to enter the fort after Max. The trap turned out to be two pillows on a pulley system that slammed into you if you went that way. How his son had managed that he couldn’t tell you, but it was a relief to know he had only used pillows.
The boys had made a large enough space for them to lay down on the double bed, but with him, Charity and the boys, it was a tight squeeze. He insisted to Charity’s dismay that he be allowed to listen to the story she was reading. She glared at him, but Max said it was okay. He settled with her body plastered to his as he rested against the wall under the blankets. He listened to her voice as the boys fell asleep.
He didn’t realize that he’d fallen asleep himself until she shifted against him a few hours later. He opened his eyes seeing her head resting on her arm and the book under her face. He realized that the position must not be comfortable. He reached out sliding the book from beneath her face, then gently shifted her over closer to the boys. He rested his arm beneath her head. Looked like he was sleeping in this crowded bed tonight. No way was he waking her or the two boys. They all looked so damned peaceful. He nor he son got much peace, so now that his boy had a tiny bit of that back he wasn’t going to disturb it.
He kissed her forehead lightly before laying back to get some sleep himself. One arm under her head and the other reached out over her stomach to hold his son’s hand. Not realizing that it meant he was holding Charity to him tightly as he fell back to sleep.
Charity stood at the stove the next morning a little disturbed by what had happened a few hours ago. Ratchet had come looking for Tick when he didn’t show at seven when they were supposed to meet out in the west pasture. His calling out to them was what had awakened her. She’d been wrapped in Tick’s arms. It had been odd waking up in his arms this morning. She’d been practically on top of him. She’d rested her head on his chest and his hand had been cupping her ass. Her leg had been thrown over his and he’d had the biggest hard on she’d ever felt, making her remember the way he’d looked in that hotel room.
He’d been impressively sized even while limp, and from the thickness that had been pressing into her hip this morning he was even more so when erect. It had been an awkward moment for them both, especially with the boys still in the bed with them. Ratchet on the other hand had thought it was precious. She was making pancakes for everyone now. She added the blueberries and then poured the batter on the pan. She was a bit confused about the way this morning had made her feel.
Tick wasn’t really her type, but she’d felt safe and happy. It had been strange, and she was conflicted about her date this weekend. She’d intended to tell him last night after the boys were in bed, but they’d fallen asleep. Now she felt weird about it. She sighed, placing the finished pancakes on the plate. The boys, Ratchet and Tick came into the room a few minutes later.
“Umm…smells good, baby girl.” Tick told her smiling. She gave him a small smile, turning back to the stove.
Tick had felt a bit strange waking up with her plastered on top of him. He didn’t admit it to her or Ratchet, but he’d actually woke up about ten minutes before the man had come barging into the house. He’d been enjoying the feeling of her in his arms, and his stiff cock had proven how much. He should have gotten up when he realized he must be late, but he hadn’t. He’d held her to him. It had been nice having a woman in his arms when he woke up.
Although, he had felt a bit awkward about the whole scene once Max and Connor were awake. Ratchet was laughing at him for the very domestic scene, and with the shit he’d been talking about Charity over the last week to Ratchet, he’d bet the man thought he was lusting after her. He wasn’t, she just made damned good jacking material. Fuck, he was lusting after her, well not her, she was a viper. But her body, yeah he was lusting after that.
He didn’t like that she looked uncomfortable with him now. He walked over to her leaning around her to grab for a pancake. His hand landing on her hip as he did it. He knew as he leaned into her that he was doing it on purpose to get a rise out of her, but he couldn’t seem to stop the little devil on his shoulder telling him to do it.
“Stop, you can wait like everyone else.” Charity said in a slightly breathy tone that made his already hard dick, even harder. Fuck, he wondered suddenly if that was how she sounded in bed. Then he wondered what the fuck was wrong with his brain. Why was he constantly thinking of this woman in his bed?
“Woman, I need food.” He growled, taking the pancake despite the nasty smack she gave his hand.
“You’re a pain in the ass that’s what you are. Now, go have a seat.” Tick laughed squeezing her hip as he took his contraband back to the table. Ratchet looked at him with raised brows as he took his seat. He sent Ratchet a questioning look, which the man returned.
“That’s not fair! I want a pancake too.” Max yelped.
“Me too” Connor
seconded.
“See what you started.” Charity sneered, before sliding a few pancakes onto plates for everyone, giving Tick one less than everyone else.
“Hey, where’s the rest of mine, woman?” He asked in a mock angry voice which made Max and Connor laugh.
“In your belly, greedy.” She said turning back to the stove making the rest of the pancakes. Tick watched her as he ate his pancakes. His eyes never leaving her backside as she made the rest of them before sitting down to eat her own. Tick noticed after a while that Ratchet was watching him with his head tilted to the right. He knew this was the way Ratchet puzzled out something that was bothering him, and he wondered what his friend was trying to figure out.
After another pile of pancakes, he and Ratchet left to head over to the west pasture to check the fences. Seemed like they were finding broken sections at least once a week now, which was pissing them all off.
Chapter 9
Tick turned the wrench, thinking about what Charity had told him this morning. He’d been pissed off ever since and he couldn’t figure out why. It was Friday and she’d told him that she had a date tonight. He hadn’t been in a better mood when this damned tractor had broken down for the fourth time this week. He was getting really pissed off at whoever was tampering with the equipment. When they finally discovered who the hell was messing with the equipment he was going to beat the shit out of them.
Between this tractor and Charity he was in a very foul mood. He’d been working on this damned tractor for three hours in the north pasture. Hoping to get it fixed. They needed to finish with this field today. They needed to get it planted, but they couldn’t do it without the plow that was attached to the tractor, and it looked like this wasn’t going to get done today. He’d just figured out that it was the damned fuel line. Someone had put water in the gas, and now he was going to have to take it back to the main barn, so that he could flush the whole fuel system.
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