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“Is that why you brought me here? Am I a cockblocker for your horny clients?”
“What? No!” He gripped his hands on his hips, and the gesture made his arm muscles look extra sexy in the thin whiteT-shirt that was all smudged with dirt from his work. He had his baseball cap on backwards, and a pencil tucked behind his ear. His jeans were filthy, and he had a tape measure clipped onto his pocket. “Maybe. She wouldn’t leave me alone, and it made me feel…” His frown deepened.
“Feel what?”
“I didn’t like it. I just wanted you here. It wasn’t to cockblock, or whatever you’re thinking. My cock is…” He gestured to her.
“Your cock is what?” she said, trying to suppress her smile.
He cleared his throat. “You know.”
“I don’t know.”
Wreck ran his hand down the scruff on his face and shook his head. “Forget it.”
“That cock is mine.”
He froze, and then slowly lifted those blazing, fiery eyes to her. The most devilish smile she’d ever witnessed crept across his mouth.
“Is that what you meant?” she asked, reveling in his reaction to her possessive words. He liked it. She could tell he did.
“Say that again,” he said, stalking toward her.
“That cock is mine.” She twitched her chin toward the backyard. “I don’t blame her for wanting you, but you aren’t for her.”
He closed the last few feet between them, picked her up, tossed her easily over his shoulder and slapped her ass, then grabbed it and jiggled it.
She would’ve squirmed away and gotten embarrassed at just how much it jiggled if he wasn’t enjoying himself so thoroughly. He carried her over the pile of fence materials and set her on her feet at the front corner of the house. “There’s somewaters in the blue cooler in the back of my truck. Want to grab them for us? I need a couple minutes out of your presence so I can get control of myself.”
She dipped her gaze down to the raging boner that was pressed against the seam of his jeans. He didn’t hide it. He cocked his head and arched an eyebrow. “Keep me on task so I can take you home faster.”
She wouldn’t admit it, but she liked the way he’d said that. He’d said the word home like it was theirs, not just his.
“I need you to get back to work. Just tell me what you need.”
“To be inside you.”
“Boy, if you keep talking like that, I’m going to make you take me home right now, and I’m pretty sure you need this job done today so you don’t have to come back to it tomorrow without me. Drea is watching us out the window.”
He twisted, and the blinds Drea had been peeking out of dropped down in a rush.
“I’ll get the waters, you get your fine ass back to work,” she told him.
“Yeah, boss,” he said through a smirk, and then turned to leave. “Hey, Timber?”
“Yep?” she said, turning, pausing her short trek to his truck bed.
“What you said on the phone earlier.”
Oh God. “About that. I know it’s way too fast—”
“Me too. You didn’t give me time to respond, woman, and then you texted an apology, and I knew you were in your head about it. I’m not going to write that shit in a text. I want to say it in person.” He inhaled deeply, and cocked his head to the side. “I like you too. Obviously.”
He turned and disappeared around the side of the house, left her there feeling like he’d just told her something very big for a man like him.
Alone in the yard, she whooped and jumped up in the air, doing a little split-legged move she’d seen cheerleaders do on TV. She landed and ran her feet in place as fast as she could while executing this excited little high-pitched celebration.
“You good?” Wreck asked.
