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“So, friends with orgasms it is then, Boss Daddy?” His big chest rises and falls with his huff of annoyance, but I can see the genuine affection in his eyes when he turns to face me, his horn scraping on the rocks beneath us.
“It seems that’s so, brat. It seems that’s so.”
I think I can work with that.
Theo
The sun is burningthe bridge of my nose. I can feel the sting that I’ll regret later this evening in the shower, but I ignore it. Today has been a long one. I spent the whole day sanding down the kitchen cabinets that I pulled apart yesterday. Tomorrow, I’ll re-stain them.
The house is really coming together, even in only a few weeks. Which isn’t terribly surprising considering the worst of the worst was just a lot of dirt and cobwebs.
And, to be fair, everyone has been amazing about coming around to give me a hand. I even managed to change the taps and faucet in the kitchen yesterdayandthe pipes under the sink without any help, remembering everything Seff had taught me when we’d worked on the bathroom.
There is still some patching and painting to do, and the downstairs floors need to be refinished - a horrible job with the chemicals involved but I’mnotsanding them by hand - and I’ll be able to start moving in.
That idea might be daunting, but that’s not what’s bothering me this afternoon. I swat away a fly that’s buzzing aroundmy head and cross my arms, shifting my weight on my tired, sore legs. The kitchen gardens, or what remains of them, are a mess. The sight of them has been increasingly irritating, like a mosquito humming around my ear, getting louder and louder, and I don’t think I can take it anymore.
I need to deal with them. Not that I know the first thing about gardening. But I also didn’t know how to re-hang shutters, or pour a beer, or pretty muchanyof the things I’ve done over the past two months. I can handle something as simple as a garden, right? Caelan is a farmer—I’m sure he’ll help me with the basics.
I raise one of my hands to my lips and chew on the hangnail there,while I stare down the broken-down fence, collapsing under the weight of the weeds and vines taking it over, as if I can glare it all into submission.
There is the crunch of boots on the gravel pathway, but I don’t need to look to figure out who it is. After the past couple of weeks of fooling around at every opportunity, my body is finely tuned into his presence.
Even now, the electrical impulses on my skin spark to life when I feel the heat of his skin next to mine, close enough to brush against me in a gentle tease but not enough to give anything away. Our friends with benefits situation is currently the worst-kept secret in the tavern. But, so long as we all agree to play along, it’s fine. Right?
“I’m going to fix the garden.”
Roan huffs an exasperated sigh and his elbow bumps into my arm, completely ignoring the fact that I have just claimed another part of his tavern. We still haven’t discussed anything like rent for the cottage. We haven't discussed a lot of things, actually. The conversation at the Falls was a good start, but a lot of things have been left unsaid.
Like my history with Darius. My future. That even though I’m sleeping better, the nightmares are still there. That I am terrifiedthat he only wants me out of some sick protective instincts from hauling me out of Marieth’s house half-dead.
Our easy friendship, the way that he looks at me, the way he touches me, like I am the most valuable thing in the world, like I am his, tells me thatlogicallyit isn’t the last one, but fears aren’t always rational.
“With all that spare time that you have? I have some better ideas for things you can do if you're getting bored.” His voice is low and rumbly, sending a shiver down my spine. I chance a look at his face and find him staring down at me, his heavy-lidded eyes full of heat and the promise of pleasure.
My cock responds like it always does whenever Roan is within touching distance, plumping up in my shorts. Roan must sense it because his nostrils flare, his breath coming out in a rough snort. Heat floods my cheeks, prickling down my neck and across my chest.
It’s the first time that I’ve seen him today, but it was only last night that he took his break from the tavern and came to the house to “check up” on me and bring me dinner. It had ended in an extended make-out session, and me sucking on that gorgeous veiny dick of his in the sunroom.
He’d been late back to work, especially since I’d failed abysmally at swallowing his load and spilled all over his pants, so he’d had to nip home and change. When I’d visited everyone later, Seldon had given me a wink and a high five without a word.
Needing to clear my head of the replay, I cough to clear my throat and shake my head. “There isn’t too much left to do inside, really. And I can’t stand looking at all this for the rest of my life.” I wave my hand in the general direction of the travesty of the garden, ignoring both my lifelong claim of it and Roan’s answering grunt.
Roan is closer again now. I’m not sure he even realises that he keeps creeping closer—he does it whenever we’re together. Evenif we start on opposite sides of the room, we will end with him touching me. I do not hate it, not even a little bit. I keep my face directed at the garden, so he hopefully doesn’t see the small smile toying with my lips.
“Theo, you can do whatever you like here. My home’s your home. Just let me know if you want a hand with anything.” Completely unable to resist, I turn to face Roan, my stomach turning to liquid heat when I glimpse his strong profile lit in the fiery sunset highlighting the intense shadows of his face. He is a work of art. I plaster the sauciest smile I can muster on my face, even throwing in a wink for good measure.
“I can do whatever I like, hey?”
It takes a second for him to catch on and his face darkens, his eyes narrowing in on my lips. I run my tongue across my lip, and bite down. A low rumble comes from his chest, and I know I’ve got him exactly where I want him. My fingers thread through his like we are made for each other, and I walk backwards to the privacy of the house, tugging him with me. “Idefinitelyhave something you can give me a hand with.”
Completely unheeding of the fact thatanyonecould be watching from the tavern, Roan pounces on me with another growl, scooping me up and throwing me over his shoulder.
My yelp of shock scares a flock of some kind of bird or other in the trees surrounding the house, causing them to explode in a cacophony of sounds that could only attract more attention. Roan doesn’t care though, slapping one big hand on my ass, then slipping his fingers between the juncture of my thighs so his fingers stroke my balls with each step. Heading to the engraved door of the house, my rock hard dick digs into his shoulder as I bounce along.
“How long have you got ‘til you need to go back to the tavern?” My hands wander down his flanks to cup his ass. He grunts, kicking the door shut, plunging us into the cool darkness inside.
Deftly, he lowers me back over his shoulder, but my legs fight their way back around his waist, locking tightly behind him when he spins us and slams my back against the door, pinning me with his big body, his arms bracketing my head. Completely enveloped in him, he overloads my senses, and my cock gives an overly enthusiastic throb, leaking into my pants.
