28
~ Dylan ~
Idon’t knowwhy Jenny’s words touched something deep inside of me. Without asking what I wanted or needed, she’d known. She’d sent me straight to the shower so I could get the stink of a bull off. I had turned the shower on as hot as I could stand it, letting the heat and water cleanse me. Feeling somewhat better, I’d walked into the kitchen to find that she had the perfect meal waiting for me. Now I was following her to my bedroom, so she could take care of me. Whatever that meant. Sex, hopefully.
When I’d left the station, it had been with the intention to go straight home, take a shower, and then fall into bed. Wrestling bulls was hard work, and I was dead tired. Without even thinking about it, though, I’d made a detour to Vincennes, hoping I could talk her into coming home with me. I’d wanted to tell her about my day with Beauregard the Bull, then spoon my body around hers while I slept.
My gaze roamed over her back and ass, and I chuckled at the part of me that was making itself known, protesting the idea of doing nothing but holding her. Stepping next to her, I tucked her hair behind her ear for no other reason than I wanted to touch her. “Thank you,” I said softly.
“For?”
“For being here with me tonight, and for the best grilled cheese sandwich I’ve ever had.”
Her eyes turned soft as she smiled. “You’re welcome.”
Daisy whined, begging for attention. I’d forgotten I had a dog. “Get in your bed, Daisy.” I walked over to the large dog bed I’d bought yesterday. Had it only been yesterday? It seemed like a hundred years ago. She’d wanted to get in bed with me after I’d brought her home, but that was one thing I was going to put my foot down about. She gave me a baleful look but stepped onto the bed, making a few circles before settling down to work on her dog bone chew.
“Good girl.” I turned to go back to Jenny and stilled. She’d taken off her top and stood at the edge of my bed, crooking her finger at me the way she’d done in the kitchen when she’d told me to follow her. Her lips curved into a smirk, telling me she was fully aware of what she was doing to me.
I walked toward her, my eyes locked on hers. I reached for her, needing to touch those breasts that were calling to me.
She shook her head. “Not yet. Get in bed. On your stomach.”
“Have I told you that I like this bossy side of you?”
“I’m real good at bossy. In the bed, Dylan.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I wasn’t sure what she was up to, but I was definitely curious to find out. “Can I take my pants off?”
“Not yet.” She pointed. “Bed.”
I did as ordered. She picked up a bottle of lotion from the bedside table that she must have put there while I was in the shower. “Am I about to get a massage?”
“You are.” She straddled my back. “Did you know I’m a licensed massage therapist?”
“Can’t say I did.” I glanced back at her and came close to flipping over and putting my mouth on one of those beautiful breasts. “Were you a topless masseuse? Because if you were and I’d known…ah, that feels good.”
“No, silly man. You’re my first topless massage. What’s this?” She pressed her fingers to my side. “You have a big bruise here.”
“Courtesy of one pissed-off bull. I’m pretty sure he aimed to kill me, but Granny grabbed his nose with her fist and walked the damn thing right into the trailer.”
“Didn’t Gene go out with you? Where was he?”
“Up a tree where Granny’s hound dogs had chased him.”
Her hands stilled. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Red, I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried.” She laughed so hard that she fell over onto the bed.
I turned onto my side, grinning at her. All afternoon I’d held in my amusement at the entire situation. Granny glaring at me with her pipe sticking out of her mouth because I’d come to take her pet bull, Gene hanging from a tree limb, pants torn, as three flea-bitten hounds tried to climb up after him, and then to top it all off, Hamburger showing up, trying to bribe me with moonshine. A lifetime’s supply in exchange for not taking away Granny’s bull.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer, and Jenny and I laughed until tears poured from our eyes. “I got Mr. Scroggins to agree to let Granny visit Beauregard twice a week,” I said when I could speak again.
“Visiting hours for a bull. That’s hilarious.” She giggled. “On the plus side, if he goes missing again, you’ll know right where to find him.”
“True.”
“You’re a good man, Dylan Conrad. Now roll over again so I can make you feel better.”
