by Maree, Kay
Nope.
I wanna throw her ass down on these bales of hay, tear her fucking clothes off inch by fucking inch, slow and torturous, and have her submit to my body's commands.
I wanna dominate her, break her, then put her back together again.
Fuck.
Shit.
Motherfucker screams through my head, knowing this is not helping my fucking hard on right now.
My balls draw up, wanting to hear her whimper my name, begging me to let her come undone. I’m about to go off like a teenage fucking boy seeing a pair of tits for the first time.
This is not good, not fucking good at all.
Swallowing down the roaring need pounding down my back.
I grunt as sweat breaks across my brow for a whole different reason now.
“Nice truck,” Nash says, saving my ass from saying something along the lines of what I was just thinking.
“Thanks,” I know she is smiling without even looking.
“I got it as a present.”
That gets my attention.
Snapping my head in her direction but she's not looking at me.
Instead, her back is to me as she shows Nash her truck.
Running a manicured hand across the shimmering red paintwork.
Who the fuck brought that for her? I think as my eyes slide over her every curve.
Licking my suddenly dry lips at the black crop top that looks fucking painted on and showing way too much fucking skin for my liking.
My eyes trace the intricate design of the bottom part of her full back tattoo.
My jaw locks tight when the shape of her heart-shaped ass looks moulded to her worn, ripped blue jeans.
My back teeth ache at the sight of those knee-high black spiked fucking heeled boots.
How is it this tiny slip of a woman has the ability to not just send me fucking speechless but brings me to my fucking knees wanting to worship at her altar?
“I was starting to worry something had happened to you, Lucy girl,” Lou calls out.
Coming up behind me.
Her head whips around, her midnight hair flowing around her.
A bright smile overtakes that cupid face, making those piercing green eyes shine.
“Have you been talking to my sister?” she accuses, pointing a manicured finger at him.
Even that sight does something to me.
She has black tips and I want to feel them dig down my back.
Lou laughs, shaking his head.
“She may have called,” he smirks, nodding.
“I’m amazed she came up for air long enough to do that,” she giggles.
“They are newlyweds,” Lou shrugs.
“Like you and mum are any better and you guys have been married for over thirty years,” Nash gruffs out.
“Like you can talk Buddy,” Lucy points at Nash, making him chuckle.
Holding his hands up in surrender.
“Now where is my girl?” she asks.
“She should be at home resting, but knowing her she is probably up on a damn ladder changing the fucking light globes that don’t need changing,” he gruffs out, shaking his head, but I see the smirk on his lips.
“Are you serious?” Lucy asks, Lou chuckles.
“It wouldn’t surprise me. Let's just say I tell her to rest and she is doing the damn housework.
So changing light globes isn’t that hard to believe. I swear she tries to find something new to piss me off with every damn day,” he laughs, looking towards his front door.
“Now you’re thinking Cora is actually doing that, ain’t ya?” I burst out laughing.
“Ah, he speaks,” Lucy mumbles.
A weird look crossing her face but I don’t have time to work out the meaning because as quickly as it comes it’s gone.
“I’ll walk you over little sis and you can tell me all about your trip,” he hooks an arm around her neck.
A rumble vibrates through me at the action, coughing I try to cover it up.
I guess I fail when Lou laughs beside me and Nash winks over Lucy's head.
“Are you staying for dinner?” Lou asks, slapping me on the shoulder.
I’m so zoned in on that jean-clad ass swinging left to right, all I can do is nod.
“June will be home in about half an hour. I'll give you a hand with the rest of this, then we'll head in and wash up.”
“Sounds good,” my voice gruff.
“You know Lucy is one of a kind,” Lou says, and I don’t miss the spark in his eye.
“Yep, she’s one of a kind alright,” is all I say not wanting to be baited into something I’m not sure I will be ever ready to discuss.
“Women like that don’t come around every day, Lucy is the once in a lifetime type of woman not the one in a million,” he goes on and I do my best to ignore him.
“The man that gets her will be one lucky sonofabitch.”
The thought of another man touching her has my spine stiffening.
A low rumble shudders through every limb, cutting a look towards Lou as he heaves a bucket of sand out of the back of my truck.
“Good to see I have your attention,” he chuckles.
“Why are you telling me all this?” I gruff out, tossing another bale onto the pile.
“Just making conversation,” he huffs, going for his own bale and stacking it with the others.
“Bullshit,” I grit out, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand.
“She is like a sister to me,” I say, hating the very words as they trip off my tongue.
“You’re the one that put her in that column,” he quirks a brow.
“I’m too old for her,” I bite out.
But what I really want to say is that I'm too dominant and I like what I like and that’s her on her knees staring up at me through those thick lashes.
With those sexy black-framed glasses she wears all the time sitting on the edge of her cute little nose.
“You’re about the same age as me when I met my June,” he throws back.
“Yeah, well, it will never happen. I don’t feel that way about her,” I lie needing to start believing just that.
Lucy deserves a lot better than a man that has no aspirations in ever moving to a big city.
Wallumbilla is where I grew up and where I plan to die.
Lucy needs excitement and the nightlife.
I can’t give her that.
She needs a man that doesn’t want to strap her down and whip that sweet ass with my belt.
“Mum just pulled in,” Nash calls out.
My head whips around, seeing him standing there with a weird look crossing his face.
He squeezes the back of his neck as his eyes swing towards the front porch of Lou’s place and what I see has my gut twisting.
“Wait, Lucy,” Cora calls out from beside Nash, quickly making her way towards her.
She isn’t looking at us instead something seems really interesting on the ground as she drags the toe of her boot through the dirt.
“Shit,” I growl under my breath.
The light and bubbly Lucy from only minutes before is long gone.
Her shoulders are slumped forward and I know she fucking heard me.
“Well, looks like you don’t need to worry about her now,” Lou says.
Turning, he heads towards the house, a weird catch to his voice I don’t understand.
“Well, you are either a really good liar or you honestly believe that,” Nash says.
Shaking his head before he turns and heads towards the now open front door.
Fucken shit.
But it’s out there now.
I just have to work my ass off to stick with believing nothing will ever happen between us.
Nash is right.
I must be a really good liar cause seeing her look so fucking hurt gutted me.
It doesn’t matter if I think it’s for th
e best.
I just hurt her and that’s the last thing I ever wanted to do.
“Fuck,” I growl.
Leaning over the bed of my truck, gripping the edge of the metal tray in a white knuckle hold.
"How was the drive up, Lucy girl?" Lou asks, taking a pull from his beer.
“It was long but I loved it, just the road, my music and the weather was fantastic."
"Well, I hope you took plenty of breaks," he nods.
"I did. I crashed for a few hours on the side of the road," she laughs as if that's the funniest thing in the world.
Anger simmers just under my skin at the thought of her on the side of the fucking road sleeping.
"What the fuck," I growl under my breath.
Cora side-eyes me with a smirk but doesn't say anything as she goes back to her food.
Pregnant Cora is a sight to see once food is on the table.
"You’re fucking kidding me," Nash barks out, grabbing my attention.
"Nash Jac--" June starts.
"Do not full name me on this one, mum. She fucking slept in her car on the side of the road. Anything could have happened to her," he spits out, pointing a finger at Lucy.
I want to laugh at the face June pulls when Nash cuts her off, but I keep my mouth shut knowing she would probably slap me up the back of the head.
Been there, done that, and that shit stings.
I'm just glad someone fucking said what I was thinking cause fuck.
"It was fine," Lucy waves her fork in the air, laughing.
"Elektra and I did just fine," she beams, and it's so fucking cute.
I find myself leaning forward in my chair, wanting to run the tip of my finger from one corner of her mouth to the other.
"Who's Elektra?" June asks.
"My beautiful red beast parked in the driveway."
"Oh, what a fantastic name sweetheart," June nods, smiling.
"Demetri and Sophie bought her for me. They were worried about the old truck making the trip."
My gut twists knowing another man bought her a truck.
Knowing he’s her brother-in-law settles some of the possessive need running through me.
Nevertheless, I still want to go burn the fucking thing out and buy her something myself.
I need to cool my shit down.
Lucy isn't mine and I have no rights over her and what she drives.
So why the fuck does it grate down my back so much?
Locking my jaw, I mentally shake myself out of these ridiculous thoughts.
I shouldn't feel this way about her.
I'm eight years her senior and she doesn't need my old ass drooling all over her.
It shouldn't matter, anyway.
In about a week or so she will jump back in that beast of a car and head back home.
Tearing me apart all over again.
I swear every time she leaves she takes a piece of me with her and the fucked up thing is she doesn't even realise she does it.
Fuck.
I sound like a fucking pussy.
I may as well just hand over my balls now.
She would probably hang them from her rearview mirror in her new fucking truck.
I already announced for the world to hear that I don’t feel that way about her.
It may be a lie, but I need to stick to my guns about this.
Fuck.
Snatching my beer up off the table, I take a welcoming pull, letting the cool liquid slide down my throat.
Quickly taking another mouthful to hide the groan sliding up my throat as she picks up some flavoured Daiquiri.
I think she said it was watermelon when Cora asked earlier.
I watch her pouty lips wrap around the edge of the glass, my cock punches against my jeans.
Resting my beer back on the table.
My fingers flex against the glass as she fucking hums, swallowing the sweet cocktail.
My grip tightening watching as that fucking little pink tongue slides across her pouty lips making them shine.
Fuck, I'm as hard as stone.
Discreetly, I try to adjust my hard cock under the table because it's getting fucking painful now. Gritting my teeth, I try to concentrate on the conversation around the table.
Except it's like I have tunnel vision.
Everything else around me is just white noise when Lucy throws her head back laughing at something Cora said.
It's the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
I need to get the fuck out of here before I completely lose my shit, throw her over my shoulder and rope her ass down against the nearest flat surface away from everyone's prying eyes.
Cause no fucker is allowed to see that.
"Thanks for dinner, June, Lou, but I gotta head out."
"Oh, you are always welcome here, Lucas," June smiles.
Lou puts out his hand to shake mine when I push to my feet.
"I'll walk you out," Nash says, kissing Cora on the head.
Swiping his beer off the table as he heads out the front door with me.
"Thanks for today," he nods towards the hay bales.
"Anytime, brother."
"So tomorrow I'll swing by and we can get started on the archway for the end of the aisle.
The flowers come Friday morning, so Mum said she wants to do that."
"Yeah, it might be easier to get it made over home then we can bring it over here," I nod.
"How does Midday sound?"
"Yeah, anytime you're ready,” he nods.
“I have to get the cows milked in the morning, noon should be perfect," I confirm.
He takes a pull from his beer.
"Sounds good, brother," he nods.
"Looks like Lucy may be sticking around for a little while yet," he throws out.
as I start to head down the front steps giving me pause worried I heard wrong.
"Huh?" turning back, raising a brow.
"Yeah, she put her stuff in storage, packed her valuables into her truck and gave up the lease on her place," he smirks, raising a brow back.
Well, shit.
"Good on her," I blurt.
Why does that sound so fucking good?
"Yep, looks like she is going to be the new toy in town now that she's staying."
"She ain't nobody's fucking toy," I ground out before I can stop myself.
"Well, she is gonna work with mum at the bar until she works out what she wants to do, she still has her online job. Since it's part-time at the moment while she gets settled here," he shrugs.
That stupid ass smirk on his face again.
"Right," I nod, heading towards my truck.
"Night brother," he calls out and I just wave my hand over my head, a plan slowly forming in my head.
She may be too young for me and I am definitely too dominant for her, but that doesn't mean I won’t stop every other fucker in this town from touching her.
Lucy Jacobson is what you call a game-changer.
Her beauty and the light that lives inside her shouldn't be harnessed.
So why the fuck do I want to be the one to capture her and never let go?
Lucas looks like Sam Hunt from the music video Break up in a small town with the beard and everything, and it’s fucking hot. My body quivers just thinking about how his mouth would feel between my legs.
How it would feel to have that soft beard brushing my inner thighs.
My stomach tightens, thighs locking together, my hands squeeze against the glasses in my hands as they begin to shake.
Kasey throws an arm around his waist, leaning her head against his arm. It’s like a cold bucket of ice water gets poured over my head.
Dropping my head blowing out a rough breath I start blinking trying to force the tears back that are threatening to fall.
What did I do moving here?
This was a big mistake being in a small populated town, I’m bound
to see this every day.
Unless I choose not to leave the Steel farm but with Cora so far along it’s better for me to be here to help June.
Nash is already beating his bloody chest like a caveman every time she does something at home, let alone her being here.
I have been here for two weeks now and every day is the same.
I come to work and Lucas always ends up here at some point, followed by Jebson and a few of the other guys around town.
They either play darts or pool, sometimes even just sit at the bar talking shit.
But no matter where I move, he is there or I feel his piercing eyes following my every move.
It’s unnerving but welcomed if that’s even a valid thing to feel.
Most days I hate it when he is here cause Kasey always turns up.
The green monster always bursts out when she is around and I have pictured many times smashing her face into the hardwood bar, especially times like now when she touches him so easily.
I’m sure she's nice, and I know she helps her mother at the bakery down the street, but when she touches him, I can’t control the anger that rolls through me.
“Are you okay sweetheart?” June asks, coming up to my side and giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“Yeah,” I nod, plastering a small smile on my face.
Not wanting to worry her.
Ever since my Mum passed away.
June has become the closest thing I have to a Mum beside Sophie.
“Why don’t you go freshen up in the bathroom?” she says.
In other words, I wasn’t as good at hiding my feelings as I thought I was.
“Okay,” I nod.
Not bothering to look back to the corner where Lucas is playing darts with Jebson and her. What’s the fucking point?
He made himself quite clear that day when I turned up here saying he doesn’t feel that way about me.
I feel like that sixteen-year-old girl swooning over an older guy again, and I hate it.
Moving towards the back of the bar where the bathrooms are. I push through the small hall door and straight into the ladies' room, leaning my hands against the old ceramic sink I try to take in some much-needed air.
Why do I do this to myself?
I shake my head at my stupid self.
I’m a badass and I don’t need him, but fuck do I want him.
I’ve seen the way he acted at Nash and Cora’s wedding when I hugged Jack.