“Oh, you just wait, beautiful. I’m about to blow your mind with my extensive knowledge on all the things,” I say, reaching for a fresh pan to start scooping the ready mushrooms. “Go ahead and grab us some waters, and when you get back, these’ll be coolin’ off and about ready.”
She nods before stopping. “Which cooler?”
“The blue and white one to the left of the steps.”
I watch her walk away, noticing the way her jeans mold to her curves. I’ve never really thought of myself as an ass man, but damn do I love watching hers as she walks away.
“You get drool on the food, and I’m gonna be pissed.”
I turn to Wyatt and narrow my eyes. “You want something, or are you just over here to stick your nose where it’s not wanted?”
He laughs, throwing his head back and drawing everyone’s attention. “Oh, Cade, Cade, Cade. You’re funny.” He takes a drink of his beer. “That’s the hot one from The Lizard, right? The one who turned you down?”
I huff, fishing the rest of the mushrooms out of the oil and preparing to add a second batch. “You’re annoying.”
He just grins and winks as Oaklee rejoins me. “Well, hello, I don’t think we’ve officially met. I’m Wyatt Larimore. Welcome to my humble abode.” The fucker extends his hand and brings Oaklee’s to his mouth to kiss her knuckles.
“Well, thank you,” she replies, smiling politely.
“You need anything, anything at all, you just let me know,” he sings, turning on the charm to the nth degree. I’ve seen women practically fall at his feet when he adds in a little country boy drawl, but I don’t see any of that with Oaklee.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’m good,” she replies, handing me a bottle of water and giving Wyatt a big smile.
He covers his heart, like he’s wounded. “Well, damn, I’m too late. This one treats you bad, you call me.” He winks at Oaklee, and even though I know my friend is joking, I still want to punch him in the face. “I better get back over to the other fryer and make sure Collin doesn’t fuck up my fish any more than he already has,” Wyatt states, humor filling his eyes.
“You’re the dumbass who left him over there, alone,” I chastise.
“Lizzie! Did he fuck up my fish?” he hollers, walking away and to where my twin and his girlfriend stand.
“Ignore him. He hits on everything and everyone,” I grumble, twisting off the cap of my bottle of water and taking a long swig. “Thanks for this, by the way.”
“You’re welcome,” she replies, taking off her cap and doing the same. “And I can see why you’re friends. You’re both full of shit.”
I bark out a laugh and shake my head. “You might be on to something there.” After setting down my bottle of water, I grab one of the mushrooms and hold it out to her. “It’s hot, so you’ll have to blow.”
Her eyebrows arch up as a mischievous smile crests her lips. Suddenly, the food and fryers aren’t the only things feeling a little hot. “I’ll make sure to blow,” she murmurs, moving her lips closer to the mushroom and doing just that.
Blowing.
I feel it fan across my fingers, and I almost toss the mushroom on the ground, throw her over my shoulder, and cart her off to the barn to do very wicked, very dirty things to her. And yes, there would be some blowing.
She takes the mushroom as I move the food around in the oil, making sure they’re cooking evenly, but watch as she takes her first bite. Her dark eyes light up as she chews. “This is delicious.”
“It’s all in the secret sauce,” I tell her with a wink, earning a bark of laughter.
“I’m sure there’s blowing involved there too,” she sasses, and I can’t help it, but my cock starts to get hard. The images parading through my brain are not appropriate, and there’s no way to stop them. She took the lid off, and now they can’t be put back in the bottle.
“Got anything to go over?” my twin asks, holding a pan of fish.
“Yep,” I tell him, dumping the pile of mushrooms onto the side of the pan. “Wait,” I add before he can walk away. Quickly I grab four slices of fish, making sure to grab each variety. “Thanks.”
I place the fish on a clean paper towel, wishing I had thought far enough ahead to have a couple of plates over here for us, but this will do for the time being. In a bit, I’ll send her over to get a plate of other food and more fish, if she wants, and then she’ll have plenty of room to fill a plate.
“Here,” I say, holding up the first piece. This is bluegill.”
She nods and takes a slice of fish, nibbling a small bite. “Oh, that’s good.”
“It’s one of my favorites,” I tell her, shoving half of my strip of fish into my mouth and chewing.
