“Then take your ass in there and hop on his dick,” I tell her.
“Yeah no,” she sighs. “How awkward would it be to hit him with a so I crashed on you last night but I’m up, refreshed, and ready to try again. Fuck me please, sir,” she says and I can’t hold my laughter.
Her intent is there but her word choice is what’s sending me. So as I place the sausages in the air fryer, I offer an alternative way to beg for the dick. We go back and forth until she gets a text about her Christmas tree. We end the call and I have just what I need to act right.
I take six eggs out of the fridge, scramble them in a bowl with seasoning and a splash of whipping cream. Then I take three bagels from the bread box and split them in half before I start my pot of hot chocolate. While it warms, I trek to the living room and turn on the fireplace. It’s a gas one that burns actual wood. The heater is on but I think the temperature dropped last night and I need to get this fresh chill out of the house. When it roars, I head to Amara’s room to wake her up. To my surprise, she’s up and sitting on the side of her bed reading a book.
“Hey,” I say, truly in awe that she’s awake without my assistance. “You’re up,” I comment.
“Yeah,” she sighs. “I think we got a coon in the attic. I heard noises,” she says in a scared tone. She is petrified of raccoons.
“No coons but we do have a guest,” I tell her as I join her on the bed. “I found someone to work on the barn and the lights out there,” I say and await her response.
“Is he going to put the lights and reindeer up?” she asks with excitement and I just smile.I worried for nothing.
“I can ask,” I say and she beams. “He’s going to be here for a few days. The door to the attic is closed so he won’t be in here unless I invite him.”
“What’s his name?”
“Meleck and I want to invite him in for breakfast if you’re cool with that. If not, he can eat after you go to school.”
“Wren, he can eat with us. I don’t care,” she says matter of factly, then stands. “Is he in here now?”
“He’s in the barn.”
“Okay,” is all she says before walking into her bathroom.
I’d truly worried about her reaction for nothing.
With an amused smile on my face, I head back into the kitchen. After turning the sausages over in the air fryer, I slip my boots on by the door, grab my coat from the hook and put it on, and pour some hot chocolate into a mug. Then I trek out of the door through the snow to the barn. He’s on the floor.
“Good morning,” I say in greeting to grab his attention and he turns to face me.
God, this man even wakes up looking good.
My sight is perfection. Some women like brothas in suits and men behind desks but not me.Never them.I’m a cowgirl and I love Black, hardworking, God-fearing, fine ass cowboys. Give me a man who starts his day with manual labor. I want a man who uses his hands and loves every moment. If his hands aren’t slightly rough to the touch, I don’t want him.
As I appreciate my view, he does the same. His eyes travel up my entire frame and I damn near want to turn to give him the full three-sixty view. His facial expression and the lust in his dark eyes let me know he would truly appreciate it if I did.
“Good morning,” he says when his eye tour is over and his gaze lands on mine.
“You’re up early,” I say as I step closer.
“I’m always up before the sun,” he says, then stands.
“I see,” I say and hold the cup out for him. “I thought you might like something hot.”
“Thanks,” he says as he takes it. As he sips, I stare at the floor to see what he’s got going on.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Measuring so I can know how much I need for the rewiring.”
“Well, if you want a break, my sister is up, and before I take her to school, we have breakfast. It’s nothing special but I cooked enough for you. You hungry?” I ask and he blesses me with his smile.I love a man with pretty ass teeth.
“I never turn down food. Can you cook?” he asks and I hear the playfulness in his deep tenor.
“You’ll just have to see,” I reply with a smirk. Before I turn to walk out, I notice the sexy but smug look on his face and I smile to myself. He follows me out of the barn into the house. When I remove my boots by the door, he does the same then steps in after me. I remove my coat then wash my hands. “Have a seat. It’ll be ready in a minute,” I tell him while directing him toward the kitchenette.
