Seth wanted to strut like a damn rooster. Sex with Mara was incredible. Watching her slide over the edge into an orgasm was fascinating. Each time was different.
He hoped he could spend decades finding new ways for her to orgasm. Maybe even get her to sing his name as she crested the wave.
Yeah, he was cocky as a rooster.
Making love with Mara had thrown off his schedule, and he didn’t give a single damn. Those hours were the best he’d spent in years. Maybe ever.
He’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Except they both had responsibilities, and he’d promised his guests, and the others who lived on the farm, a good New England-style lobster boil. He’d had the lobsters and other seafood flown in for the night.
The bodyguards would appreciate the meal and help him gauge whether it was worth doing for a full inn. It was expensive, but it could be a draw for the inn if they did it a few times over the summer.
Amber had been on board with him trying it, and he wouldn’t let her down.
Especially when Mara had suggested he return to her room that evening.
It was turning out to be a damn good day.
He hoped he wasn’t inviting the universe to mess with him. He focused on pulling every bit of silk from the ears of corn while considering what they might do to keep the chickens safe if a predator attacked. Then he turned his thoughts to how to use the chicken shit for compost.
That ought to keep the universe from kicking his heels out from under him.
He prepped his seasonings and gathered them in a bowl, then chopped up the onions, garlic, and kielbasa. Prepped the potatoes, clams, and the rest. Set the butter in the pot.
Still, his brain kept churning through the images of Mara shivering under his touch, watching her eyes go blind with pleasure, hearing her gasps and cries.
Ford broke the mood when he entered the kitchen with Jolie. Seth worked to wipe his brain clean and focus on the food.
Jolie smiled. “Amber said there are enough tables for us all to eat at once, seeing as the bodyguards will only take up a few. That way, you only have to time the lobster boil once. We came to see if we could help.”
Ford’s eyes tracked the kitchen, probably looking for his sister. If they’d been in high school, it might have been awkward, but they were all adults over thirty. Ford might want to play big brother, but Mara was a woman who knew her own mind.
Man, did she know her mind.
He shut off that line of thought. They might all be adults, but Seth wasn’t throwing his deepening relationship with Mara in Ford’s face.
He replied to Jolie. “Good plan. I’m close to being ready, but Mara was planning on apple and strawberry shortcakes. Maybe you could wash up the berries for her.”
Jolie moved to the fridge, and Ford checked the items on the island. “Looks good.”
Mara swung into the kitchen, and her gaze locked with Seth’s. His hands stilled, and he couldn’t stop the goofy grin from materializing on his face.
Mara flushed, and her smile matched his.
In his periphery, he saw Ford’s head swivel between the two of them.
Mara squeezed her brother’s arm on the way by and then reached up to kiss Seth. Not a simple light peck, but a real kiss. Quick, but real.
Ford sighed dramatically. “Need any help, sis?”
She laughed. “I’ve got it.” Then she reached up to kiss Seth again.
Man, he loved this woman.
Loved?
Hell, yeah. Loved.
