After locking up the house, I head to the shower and rinse off before falling into bed. When I slide between the sheets, I lift one of my arms, placing it behind my head on the pillow as I rest on it.
Turning my head, I look out at Lola-Mae’s house. The light is on in her bedroom, and because I’m definitely not right in thehead, I wish I could see her shadow moving around. I slide my hand down my stomach and wrap my fingers around my hard length.
Closing my eyes, I stroke myself, jacking my cock. I try not to imagine Lola-Mae, but I fail. She’s all I can think about—her long dark hair, those green eyes that seem to see into my soul.
And her curves.
Soft, supple, and begging to be held by my hands.
With a grunt, I come. My release jets out in ribbons onto my belly. I open my eyes, my breathing coming out in pants as I attempt to calm down. My head is still turned, facing Lola-Mae’s house. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold off before I fucking explode.
It’s been a week, and I’m already jacking off to the image of her. I can’t remember the last time I did that with the image of someone I actually know in my mind. This can’t be good… but at the same time, I think I really like it.
LOLA-MAE
Throwing my arm over my head, I moan. I didn’t drink last night, but I stayed out way too late and danced far too much. My entire body feels like I’ve been hit by a truck. Then that truck backed up and ran over me again.
I don’t know what those girls did to me, but I’m exhausted.
Forcing myself to sit up, I let out another moan. I feel like I have a hangover. A terrible one. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I shuffle to the bathroom. I take care of business before I grab my satin floral robe, a gift from Shandy for my last birthday, and slip it on.
I head to the small coffee maker to start a cup. Thankfully, I bought coffee yesterday when I went to Walmart. I cannotimagine feeling this way and not having coffee. I also bought creamer, cinnamon roll flavored.
Once the cup is brewed, I add my creamer and carry my hot cup out onto the back patio. With a groan, I sink down on the chair and look out at the landscape. That’s when I see him. I don’t know if he sleeps or if he eats, but every time I look out, he’s on his horse.
Lifting the cup to my lips, I take a sip, allowing the warm liquid to travel down my throat and warm my belly. He moves closer toward me, and I can’t take my eyes off him.
He’s beautiful.
He’s not wearing a cowboy hat today. Instead, he’s got a ball cap on, and if I thought he looked good in the straw hat, for whatever reason, he looks better in the dirty cap. Much better… and he’s got a pair of sunglasses on, too…Damn.
He rides closer to me, stopping just a few feet away. Tilting my head back, I look up at him, trying to give him a smile. He dips his chin slightly, reaching for his glasses. I watch as he tugs them off, then finds my eyes.
“Mornin’,” he murmurs.
“Morning,” I grumble.
His lips twitch into a smirk. “You feeling okay after your night?”
I groan. “Not really.”
His gaze flicks to my car, then back to meet mine. “You drink last night?” he asks, wrapping his hands around the horn of his saddle before he shifts forward slightly.
Tilting my head to the side, I lift my cup to my mouth again to take another sip. “I don’t drink and drive,” I state. “I danced too much.”
His lips press together in a thin line before he dips his chin in a single nod. Then straightens.
“Glad you had a good night,” he murmurs.
He tugs on the reins, the horse backs up slightly, then turns around, and both the horse and Harlan are gone. I watch them disappear in the distance. Only when they’re gone do I get up from the chair and take a shower.
I spend the rest of the day working on organizing the little house that I now call home, making a list of things I need and then another of things I want. I don’t know when the wants will happen, but the needs should probably happen later today… once my splitting headache goes away, or at least dulls.
I may not have had anything to drink last night, but it seriously feels like I was out on a bender. My whole body aches. Hair to toes. And I know that the only way to work through the sore muscles and headache is to move around and force myself to do something.
I have to work tomorrow, so lying around isn’t going to fix anything. Besides, I need to get out of here. Otherwise, I’m going to spend the day staring at my grumpy, sexy boss.
Chapter Seven
