Geez, he pisses me off.
All muscly and shit.
I wonder if Biggie is as strong as him?
The slamming of his rear ramp makes me glance over.
“I would offer to help, but you got cranky last time I touched your grass.” Oliver’s palms slap together, then he brushes them over his tight jeans.
“Just because my dad asked you to follow me, doesn’t make us buddies.” I glower at him as I tip a bale onto my cart, then watch in pain when it continues rolling off the other side.
He crosses his arms with a smirk and leans against the front bumper of his truck. “It ain’t like you exactly have a line of friends here begging to chip in.”
Leaning forward, he makes a dramatic show of looking left and right. “Yup. Just you.” He pushes away from the grill with a sigh. “You know, if you didn’t push people away, more would be inclined to lend a hand.”
“I have a boyfriend,” I mutter, wrestling the heavy bale back onto my cart.
Oliver pauses, one hand grasping the handle, his other fingers curl against his thigh. “No one said anything about me wanting to fuck you, Sophia.”
Before I can reply, he climbs behind the wheel and shuts his door.
As he drives away, I glare at the huge stack I still have to move.
“Me and my damn mouth,” I grumble.
One of these days I’ll learn how to just accept help at face value.
Scream out my name
Oliver
She’s like a damnporcupine trying to protect its soft underbelly.
And knowing I have access to all of her vulnerable bits makes me hard as a rock. The truth is, I really was thinking about fucking her as I watched her struggle with that bale.
Because the faster she gets her feed unloaded, the sooner I’d be able to be buried between her thighs.
Her little stubborn streak gives me the opportunity to get my trailer parked and set up.
I’m just stepping out of the shower when I hear my phone.
RacingQueen: I made it. Give me twenty minutes to freshen up, I’m all nasty from unloading hay. Here’s the GPS pin.
An icon pops up, but I already know where she’s at.
I could see her pull through only a few spots down from my window.
There’s a part of me that can’t resist messing with her.
TheBigO: You didn’t have any helpers? I would have done it all for you.
RacingQueen: Like an idiot I said no. I wish you could have been there.
TheBigO: I’ll be there soon.
RacingQueen: Same rules as last time.
“Silly girl. Your wish was granted and you shot me down.” Chuckling to myself, I toss my cell on the bed and tug up my jeans.
