“Okay. It’s a bet,” he concurred. “I’ll go lay a guilt trip on him for foisting his presence on us, and see what happens. I’m going to make him think he’s cockblocking, and let him knowthatshit’s off the table from here on out if he knows what’s good for him.”
“Cock-blocking, huh?” Bobbie leaned her head back and arched a brow at him. “I see. You thought you were going to get luckytonight?”
“Nope. A figure of speech.” Buck prevaricated, playing along with like friskiness. “I understand the term can be used quite interchangeably for things like cuddling and kissing.”
She threw back her head and laughed long and loud. “Nice try, Buck. But don’t worry. It’s okay. We’ve already determined that your cock will enter into the equation on Wednesday.”
Enter…
Oh, man.
But thank God it would finally be happening. Buck didn’t know how much longer he could walk around with a painful hard-on from all the fantasies he’d been spinning.
Bobbie turned, cheekily, as if knowing just what kind of pain he was in, and made her way toward Spencer’s vehicle.
Damn, the woman was fire. She sure knew how to shake not only that fine ass, but the foundation of all that existed, out from underneath him.
By the time Bobbie reached the truck, Buck had somehow managed to catch up.
He circumnavigated Bobbie, and the dogs who were excitedly trying to trip him, hiking himself up onto the running board to lean into Spencer’s open window. He immediately received slobbery kisses from Duck. The pup was semi-restrained with the same seatbelt contraption Buck had bought for both Cooper and Reyghan, but it didn’t deter the mutt from making his presence, wetly known.
Buck eventually managed to calm the black lab down, then addressed his brother.
“I heard that Mason stuck you on babysitting duty.”
Spencer shrugged. “No biggie. There’s nothing to go home to right now, anyway.”
There was some overt blinking from his brother, accompanied by a sorrowful dip of his chin.
“Hah!” Bobbie gloated triumphantly from behind Buck. “See? Puppy-dog eyes. I win.”
“Win?” Spencer questioned nosily, momentarily forgetting his act. “You want to fill me in on that?”
“Nope,” both Buck and Bobbie answered at the same time, shooting each other looks, then cracking up.
“Ah. Okay. I get it. It’s sex related,” Spencer stated knowledgably. “But guys. That’s downright cruel. Tabbi won’t be home until tomorrow.”
Buck gave a mocking huff. “Too bad, so sad. But not to worry, bro. We’ve got you covered. Not in the sex department,” he quickly clarified, “but with food. I made Mom’s pulled pork for supper. You interested?”
Spencer’s eyes lit up. “Hell, yeah.” His countenance fell. “But I’m supposed to be keeping an eye out for…bad guys,” he added regretfully.
“Not a problem,” Buck told him. “Food will be another thirty minutes, which means you can hang outside with Bobbie and our three beasts for a while, then I’ll set us up at the picnic table in the side yard. We have a good view of the street from there, so if any unwanted Follsters show up, we’ll know immediately, and you can call Mase. Deal?” he finished.
“Deal,” Spencer agreed.
In the end,the evening hadn’t turned out badly.
First, they’d had no unwanted visitors. And second, Spencer was always good company, as well as in tune with the room. Which meant as soon as he’d finished eating, he wished them well and took off.
Opportunity became a palpable thing between Buck and Bobbie, but still…she was right. With her having to be up at the ass-crack of dawn, there wasn’t enough time for Buck to worship her body in all the ways he’d been imagining, so it was better that things wrap up with them making out on his couch.
Which went on long enough that the pair lost track of time.
“Can’t you cancel?” Buck wheedled, kissing Bobbie’s neck where he might have already left a slight, claiming mark on her soft skin.
“I wish,” Bobbie tilted her head to give him more room. “But this client isn’t someone to mess with. He’s large and in charge, if you know what I mean. Important, at least in his own mind. And don’t forget the paycheck. It’s pretty damned generous.”
“I have money?—”
