I flip off Theo and then rush to follow Remi up the ladder. It’s slippery as hell, and of course, as soon as I start going up, a flash of lightning cracks down, making me nearly jump out of my skin. I swear to God, if I get hit by lightning because I’m chasing this crazy girl up a metal ladder during a thunderstorm to help her catch her chickens...I’m going to win anIdiot of the Year award.
When thunder booms, I practically launch myself up the last two rungs and land hard on the roof, where I can see Remi running aroundway too fast, trying to catch chickens who are drenched and doing their best not to get caught. Remi keeps slipping, despite her rubber rain boots, and my heart nearly stops when I think she’s about to topple right off the edge of the roof. She barely catches herself with her feet planted against the rain gutter, and then she laughs. SheLaughs!
I hurry over to her and help her to her feet, and despite the craziness, I’m caught up for a moment in her bright smile. Even soaking wet, with raindrops stuck to her face and dripping into her mouth, she looks gorgeous. Her wide, white smile makes her entire face light up, competing with the gloomy storm.
It’s like my body takes over, because even after I’ve helped her up, I can’t seem to let her go for a moment. I even step closer than my mother would consider polite, keeping hold of her arms as I look down at her. Her blonde hair is plastered against her forehead, and I can’t help myself—I brush it back, away from her face, catching sight of the piercings she has all the way from her helix to her lobe. It looks sexy as fuck.
When she licks the rain from her lips, I find my head dipping down, and her blue eyes grow hooded. I shouldn’t kiss her. I really shouldn’t. But Ireallyfucking want to, and when her breath quickens and her eyes dart down to my lips, I know she’s game.
I lean down, but don’t completely close the distance, doing that whole sixty-forty thing that Will Smith taught dudes in Hitch. She moves in, following the Hitch rules perfectly, but just when I’m certain I’m about to feel her lips on mine, she stops and I hear, “Don’t move. Mother Clucker is right behind you. I’ll snatch her up, and you get Cluck Norris who is currently pecking my leg, ‘kay?”
It takeswaytoo long for me to grasp what she just said, but the lust starts to clear enough for me to realize what she just asked me to do. I nod like the sex-addled dope I am. I don’t know that she sees my reply though, because she’s already moving to snatch up two of the errant roof chickens.
I lean down and snag a plump little brown one and get the shit pecked out of my hand for my efforts. I can’t remember what this one was called, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s now going to be called fried chicken.
I grapple its neck so that it can’t keep pecking me or trying to escape, holding it at arm’s length. I turn to get directions from Remi about what the hell I should do with it now, and see her chuck a chicken over the side of the roof. For some reason, it makes me panic. I mean, the roof is pretty high up, and I don’t even know if chickens can fly.
I catch myself snuggling the chicken against my chest and watch as Remi throws two more off the roof. When she’s gotten them all, she turns to me, hands out for my chicken, but I hesitate, and her lips twitch in amusement. Suddenly, a gust of wind decides right then that we need more complications than we already have, and slams against us. Adrenaline spikes through me as Remi teeters on the edge.
Fuck.Sorry chicken!
I chuck the brown little pecker over the side and then grab hold of Remi, stealing her away from the edge with my arms wound tightly around her. I fall with my back against the roof, Remi still in my arms, and more wind tries to upend us. It takes a few seconds before I can get breath back into my lungs, but I can feel Remi’s laughter vibrate against my chest, even though the wind and pelting rain carries the sound away from me.
She leans down, putting her mouth close to my ear. “You know, there are much better places to make your move,” she laughs into my ear, and my brain freezes when she nips at my earlobe and then sucks at the spot where it connects to my neck.
Holy shit.
Is she doing sixty-forty? I don’t know, and I can’t do math right now, because she’s wet and pressed against me and her mouth is still on my skin. Instead of being the polite boy my mother raised, I find my hands moving down to her ass and squeezing. The movement makes an obnoxious squeaking sound because of the rain and the fact that she’s wearing damn rubber overalls that should in no way look hot, but somehow do.
Like she’s rewarding me for groping her, her hot tongue darts out and she licks her way from my neck to my jawline. I go as hard and as erect as the damn metal lightning rod she put into the ground. She feels me grow beneath her, and the little minx shifts her pelvis and grinds against me, making me moan.
I’m not sure who moves their head first, but we’re suddenly making out, right there on the very uncomfortable roof, where I’m fairly certain I’m lying on chicken shit, while rain pours on us and lightning threatens to fry us as much as I threatened to fry the chicken.
I’ve been in exactly two relationships, both of which never made it past the sixth month mark. But neither of those women ever kissed me the way Remi is kissing me now. Her tongue digs into my mouth like she’s trying to find an orgasm inside. Unfortunately, I don’t keep them in there, but I really wish I did.
I can’t help myself when she grinds against me again, and I grab her hips and thrust against her roughly. She lets out a little pleased mewl, which makes my cock even harder.
“Hey asshole! Did you get struck by lightning and lose the girl?” I suddenly hear Theo’s voice shouting.
Our mouths rip apart, and we stare at each other for a moment, both of us panting slightly with swollen lips and tingling tongues.
“Dude! Brant! Fucking answer me!”
“We’re coming!” I holler back.
Remi gives an irritated snort. “Neither of us are coming yet,” she corrects, making me laugh.
I want to tell her I’m perfectly happy to stay up here and spend as long as she wants to taste and touch, but I don’t say anything as she pushes off of me and then offers me her hand. She helps me up, and it seems like as soon as I’m on my feet again, reality slams back into me. What am I doing? We’re supposed to be bringing her back to her dad, a man I like and respect, because the world as we know it is going to shit and people are dying. I’m supposed to be helping her, not feeling her up or following her lead into another crazy-ass situation.
I pull my hand away from hers and wipe the rain from my face. I don’t risk looking at her and getting sucked back into whatever that was that had us ready to fuck each other on the roof in the middle of a thunderstorm.
Avoiding her eyes, I walk over to the ledge and help her step down onto the ladder. I follow her down, luckily without falling, and I watch as the dumbass chickens run to a small wooden coop on the side of the house that I’d previously overlooked.
When we get inside, Madix scowls at us from the kitchen. He’s still wearing the yellow gloves with the purple flower bracelets on them and I try not to smile. “I put a towel down,” he says, gesturing to our feet, where, there is indeed a towel put down for us. “Don’t trail water and mud all over the fucking place.”
I look at Remi, wondering if she’ll be offended that he’s practically taking over her house and giving her rules, but she’s grinning at him like she finds his annoying OCD ways charming. I untie my boots and take them off, leaving them by the door while Madix watches us like an anal-retentive hawk. Remi continues to smile at him as she shucks off her jacket and very slowly and methodically slips one strap of her rubber overalls off and then the other.
Her eyes never leave Madix’s attentive stare as she pushes the overalls down her hips, letting them fall to the ground. Remi steps out of them, not a care in the world or a single blush that crosses her features, as she stands there in only her underwear and a very tight gray tank-top. Now we’ve seen her twice, and this time, I don’t look away. Her nipples are hard and pointed, probably from the cold, but there’s this little piece of me that wants to think it’s because of what we were doing on the roof.
