Fascinating.
I love challenges—and cute brunettes.
“It’s OK, just leave it unlocked,” she says eventually, then buries her head back in Asa’s wide chest. He looks at me over the top of her head. One of his arms is under the crook of her knees.
The other is coming around supporting her, directly beside her luscious breast. His fingertips are millimeters from that perfect swell. I want Asa to reach out and stroke it, so I can watch.
Asa shakes his head slightly. He knows exactly what I am thinking. Unfortunately, Asa is far too much of a gentleman to do something like that.
Unlike me.
Together, the three of us walk up the gravel drive, back to the ranch house. The sun has disappeared now. It gets dark in the country so quickly. The girl has disappeared as well,
hidden under a cloud of dark hair.
Asa is murmuring something to her and being all sweet.
He likes her!
And I want to fuck her.
Things are about to get… complicated.
I move closer and whisper the magic words in his ear again.
“I saw her first.”
That's our system. Girls throw themselves at us all the time, and in the early days we’d had fights over the ones we wanted. Now we have a system. Whoever sees the chick first gets dibs. I’m claiming my right.
This should be the end of the discussion, but somehow I don’t think it will be.
Little witch.
Hugo won’t be interested. Ever since Brookes, Hugo has sworn off women.
Fucking Brookes, she almost broke our Hughie.
We will be on our guard with this one, just in case.
I certainly don’t want to be in a Hugo/Brookes situation. But my gut says she isn’t like that.
“OK, sweetheart,” I hear Asa say as we approach the house. “We’re here.”
She moves in his arms. The girl is all soft curves, fluffy hair and pale skin. Turning her head, she catches my eye then gives me a stiff smile.
Second-guessing entering the lair of Mercury Rising?
She’s right to be nervous.
I’m not sure I’m ever going to let her leave.
HARMONY
Asa is laying out a bowl of water, some towels and opening up a medical kit.
“I can get the house manager if you’d like? Would you be more comfortable to have him treat you?” he asks me.
“I don’t want a fuss,” I tell him. The less people know about me the better. “Let’s just get this over and done with.”
