“Don’t worry about the dishes,” Wes says. “Sawyer and I can take care of it. Unless you’d rather we feed the calf.”
“I could use a break from the house,” Quinn mutters under her breath, eyeing Pops before shooting me a conspiratorial glance.
“I saw that look,” Pops grumbles. “You coulda just said you’re sick of me.”
“Pops, I’m not sick of—“
He waves her off. “I know I haven’t been the most gracious patient.”
“You can say that again,” Sawyer mumbles.
Pops sighs. “It’s hard not being able to do everything I’m used to. And the tasteless hippie food you’ve been serving me hasn’t helped my mood.”
I glance at Quinn and mouth,hippie food?cocking a brow.
She just rolls her eyes. “Kale and spinach aren’t hippie foods, Pops. They’re good for you.”
“They taste like a combination of rusty nails and sweaty asshole.”
Sawyer snickers, and I choke on my drink. “Christ.”
Quinn groans, but her lips twitch. “You’re impossible.”
She rises to clear the plates, but I don’t let her get far, reaching out to take them. Our fingers brush, and she doesn’t pull away, and neither do I, lingering just long enough for the heat to flare between us again.
Her eyes lift to mine, and I swear I see it—the same need that’s been hounding me all damn day.
Quinn looks like it’s killing her to walk out of the messy kitchen, but Sawyer gives her a nudge. “We’ll clean up. Go feed the calf for us.”
Pops nods in agreement. “I’ll put myself to bed, Quinn. Enjoy your time outside with the animals.” He shoots me an indecipherable look before pushing up from the table.
A few minutes later, I’m quietly sneaking outside. I hope no one notices, but I can’t wait another second to be alone with her. Quinn and I have always hung out here and there. It wouldn’t be a dead giveaway if someone saw me heading to the barn after her.
I will that to be true, because if Wes figures this out, he’s going to kill me. It would go much smoother if we told him before he finds out, but I can’t stand the thought of him telling me I’m not good enough for his sister.
I’m just a desperate man, willing to do stupid, desperate things to get a moment alone with the woman I can’t get off my mind.
By the time I reach the barn, she’s arched over the gate with a freshly made bottle. The curve of her ass in those damn leggings makes my mouth water. My insides heat as I watch her feed the calf, who's standing up now and suckling furiously, his tail waggling happily as milk replacer drips down his chin.
“Looks like you both like to get a little messy, huh?”
She jumps and lets out a startled laugh. “Jesus, how long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to be impatient to get my hands on that ass.”
She shakes her head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Hm. It’s this ass that’s ridiculous,” I say, stepping up behind her and palming her backside.
“Wes and Sawyer are still inside,” she warns me. “They could come out here any second.”
I smirk as she shifts, rubbing her thighs together in a move I’m sure doesn’t do nearly enough to quench the ache she must be feeling.
“I know.” I slide a hand around her waist and place an open-mouthed kiss where her neck and shoulder meet. “But I also know you love the idea of this being risky—of possibly getting caught.”
She gasps when I nip at her shoulder.
“It’s number one on your list for a reason.”
