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“For fuck’s sake,” Anders hisses. “I need to avoid the Barnetts.”
“Why?” Knight asks.
“Because all of this love at first sight bullshit is their fault. Seven attractive, straight dudes go caveman and claim their women the moment they see them, and now everyone is jumping on the bandwagon. I’m happy to stay single, me and my right hand are more than happy together, thank you very much.”
“Dude, you have no idea what you’re missing out on,” I tell him, sighing happily.
“So, Etta,” he says, waiting for me to fill in the huge gaps.
“What about her?”
“She’s a few years younger than you, right?”
“Four years, she’s twenty-six now. But she’s fucking tiny, like a strong wind could knock her over. I don’t think she eats enough; she barely nibbles at her food. She’s fucking beautiful, though, she has this candy pink hair, and she’s quiet, like shy quiet. She’s pretty pissed at me, though,” I confess.
“Oh yeah, why?” Anders asks, turning back to the stove and adding hamburger to a pan, the scent of meat filling the air as it starts to brown.
“I was an angry kid, but it turns out she was my main target. She reminded me of some pretty mean fucking stuff I did to her.”
“But that was all, what…fifteen years ago, you said before?”
“Yeah. She called me her bogeyman and her monster under the bed. I was an asshole to her. To be honest, I’d forgotten most of the stuff she said I did, but she hasn’t. I’ve got a lot of stuff to make up for.”
“And she wants a baby?” he asks, his brows furrowed in consternation.
“I can’t wait to see her pregnant,” I growl, avoiding his question as I fidget, my dick swelling just at the thought of how sexy she’ll be with a beach-ball belly and full tits.
Before Anders has a chance to say anything else, the door opens, and the rest of the team march into the mess hall.
“How’d it go, Boss?” Anders asks.
“Pretty easy one, small kitchen fire down in town. There was a bit of damage, but no one was hurt,” Buck reports. “Everything okay with you, Oz?”
“Everything’s great. thanks, Boss,” I tell him.
The next couple of hours pass in a blur. We get to work cleaning off all of the kits, and before I know it, Anders is calling everyone into dinner. I’ve fought the urge to obsessively check my cell for messages from her, but I asked her for pictures of her playing with her little clit, and I’m not sure how I’ll keep myself at work if I know she’s taking her pleasure without me, even if I’m the one who ordered her to do it.
Anticipation thrums through me, but I force myself to wait as I wash my hands in the restroom. Once I’m done, I slide my hand into my pants and pull out my cell. Holding my breath, I bring the screen to life and find…nothing.
What the fuck? She knows the rules, she knows I expect her to text me, yet once again, I have nothing. Anger blooms to life inside of me, but I swallow it down, trying and failing to calm my temper. Typing out a message, I hit send, then suck in a shallow breath.
Me : It’s dinner time, Little One. Where are my pics?
Staring at my cell, I will the two ticks to turn blue, but after several seconds, they’re still clear, and the sight of the unread message only heightens my ire. A more rational person would wait, give her a chance to see and reply to my message, but I’m not fucking rational. I haven’t been since the moment I saw her step off that fucking bus. I am very, very, very fucking irrational about my woman, so I pull up her contact and hit call.
She answers on the sixth ring, just as I was about to end the call and dial her again.
“Hello.”
“Oz?” she questions like she wasn’t expecting me.
“Who the fuck else would it be?” I snap.
“Wait, let me go somewhere quieter, I can’t hear you,” she says, and I notice for the first time the amount of noise in the background. Where the fuck could she be that’d be that noisy? And why the fuck isn’t she at home, where she’s supposed to be?
“Hello,” she says a moment later.
“Where the fuck are you?” I demand.
