I didn’t miss the irony.
Since then, I’d been taking care of the big piece of land by myself. But honestly? It’d beenwaymore enjoyable having Fletcher here to share the work.
Fletcher, whose shorts had slipped just low enough to flash the top of his ass-crack.
I’ll admit it—I stared. Could you blame me?
Grinning, I slipped out the door, shaking my head. Yeah, he had a nice ass. I’d give him that.
I made my way around to the side of the manor, where the hose was coiled up inside its reel like a slumbering yellow snake.
Fletcher should’ve taken that as a warning, but as usual, he was oblivious.
I smirked.
Unwinding the hose, I started watering the flowers, pretending to mind my own business. The pansies and tulips quivered as the water rained down over them, wetting their petals with droplets.
I did this for awhile. Long enough to give Fletcher a false sense of security. I knew he had to know I was out here with him; no one who’d suffered such abuse wasthatunaware of their surroundings.
I even gave a little wave when Fletcher looked over at me. He stared at me for a moment, then wiped his forehead with the back of his arm, waved, then went back to weeding.
Perfect.
I went around the house, flowerbed by flowerbed, getting closer and closer to where Fletcher was kneeling.
And then, when he wasn’t paying attention? I turned the hose on him and squeezed the trigger.
The ice-cold water jettisoned out of the hose and splashed his back, soaking his shirt instantly. He shrieked in surprise, then fell over, laughing.
“Adam!”
I chuckled. “What? It wasn’t me,” I said, feigning innocence.
“Bullshit.” Fletcher let out a real, full-bodied laugh, and damn if it didn’t light up my soul like a firework. He scrambled to his feet and started for the house, but I wasn’t letting him off that easily.
With a playful growl, I took off, chasing him across the yard with the hose, aiming the nozzle right at his ass and spraying him dead-on.
He shouted again, glee in his voice. “Oh my god, that’scold!”he cried out between gales of laughter.
After a minute, he stopped fleeing and turned to face me instead.
I skidded to a stop just as he pounced, tacking me to the ground. The icy water instantly splashed over me, soaking my shirt and drawing out a sharp hiss of surprise.
Two could play that game.
We wrestled over the hose, fighting for control and spraying each other in the face, both of us laughing like idiots.
By the end of it, we were soaked, grass-stained, and streaked with mud. I was the first to collapse onto the grass, breathing hard but grinning like a madman.
“Fuck,” I uttered, half to myself.
Fletcher bit his lip. “Sorry. We got a little carried away.”
“Don’t be,” I told him. “It was fun. I had fun. Didn’t you?”
That earned me another bright, beaming smile from the Omega. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I did.”
With a groan, I rolled to my feet. “Alright, I’m going to go hop in the shower and clean up. Maybe I’ll even leave you some hot water…ifyou’re lucky.”
