And on a rainy, chilly day on a mountain, with my babies hanging with me, I just laid there…
In it.
FIFTEEN
Skin in The Game
Hutch
Hutch spent his Sunday working his dogs, because the next week, he had the last of the owners coming into town to go through a week of training before the dogs went away.
He also spent it walking the entirety of his thirty acres to see if anyone had stolen any trees.
They had not.
He would have gone up to Stony bluff, but the camera he ordered yesterday morning to be overnighted from a camera shop in Spokane wouldn’t be there until tomorrow.
And he’d spent it in a short text conversation with Mabel.
Now, he had his guitar in his back cab and his eyes on the darkness of the south wood at Mabel’s place, scanning as he swung in at the front of her house.
The door opened before he could even put his hand on his own to get out and collect her, and he stilled completely as he watched her walk out.
She was wearing a dress.
A long black dress with little flowers on it and a full skirt that went down to her ankles.It buttoned up the front, but those buttons didn’t start until mid-thigh, so as she walked, the skirt opened, showing she was wearing calf boots, along with exposing an eyeful of knee and the creamy skin of her thigh.
She had her ever-present scarf wrapped around her throat, her denim jacket on, the long strap of her tan leather bag crossed her torso, but although her hair was down—as usual—it was curled—not as usual.
And her makeup had been notched up from woman-on-the-go to woman-going-out.
His crotch got tight in his jeans.
Fucking hell.
She did that irresistible woman skip across the porch, down the steps and to the passenger side door, her skirt flowing out behind her, now giving him a show with both her legs.
She pulled herself in, plopped in the seat, her musky, flowery perfume filled his nostrils, she turned to him and breathed, “Hi,” through a smile.
This did not help the situation at his groin.
None of it did.
“Hey,” he replied, and fuck him, his voice was gruff.
“Good day?”she asked, thankfully seeming not to notice his tone.
“Yeah.You?”
She nodded even if her head was turned the other way so she could grab the seatbelt.
After he heard it click, he was about to put the truck into reverse, but he didn’t when her fingers curled around his forearm.
He felt her touch there like it was on his cock.
His plan was a good plan.
But it was a dangerous one.
