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“Too. Damn. Young.” His groan is muffled like he spoke into his pillow. He’s quiet. So he must have finished? I’m frozen in place, trying to process everything. First of all, watching that on a screen is totally different from having it happen for real in the next room with someone you know. I wasn’t exactly watching but even listening is raw. And he was talking about me! He wants to feedmehis cock. How did I miss that?
I circle the living area the long way, so he won’t see my shadow dip into his room. I have extensive thinking to do, revising of opinions and plans. Everything is different now.
Dallas
There’s something different about Esme. Really different and it’s not her clothes or how she’s doing her hair. She’s dressed the same as always in too tight leggings and a long loose sweater. Too loose because when she bends over it gapes at the neck and I see her soft skin and gorgeous breasts barely contained by her bra. Every single time, it makes my fingers itch to free them from their confines and suck until her nipples are hard as glass. That or wrap her up in a bathrobe and fix the tie so tight nobody will ever see anything.
This morning has nothing to do with that. Esme is bursting with something exciting. She’s bouncing in place, vibrating as she fills her plate with eggs and bacon. And watching me like a hawk through her lashes as she smirks while biting into the smoked meat.
“What’s got you wound up, Esmerelda?” I finally break and ask with a sigh. I’m going to regret doing it, I know.
Esme considers her words, her eyes twinkling. “I found out I was wrong about something,” she finally admits rather calmly in my opinion.
“And that makes you happy?” I stare at her, wondering if I’m truly this off base with figuring out women, even after nearly four decades on this planet.
Esme nods.
“Well, what is it?” I ask, with exasperation.
She only smirks harder and takes a bite of scrambled egg. “I’ll fill you in later. This morning I thought we’d take a walk along the lake, help you get your stamina back.” Esme blushes slightly and I stare at her, trying to figure it all out.
“Eat, Dallas,” she finally says, gently pointing at my plate.
The walk wears me out, but in a good way, so I know I’m healing. I think Esme was attempting to get me tired, so I’d go back to bed, but I’m too damn curious to leave her alone. I settle in on the couch and try not to laugh when she frowns. “You’re too young to be grumpy, Esmerelda. Leave that to the old cusses like me,” I finally tell her.
She gapes at me, hands on her hips. “You aren’t that old and my name is Esme.”
“I turn forty next year and I’m still calling you Esmerelda,” I counter. This is fun.
Esme mutters under her breath and stomps into my room. That makes my eyebrows go up, but then she returns with a pillow and a blanket. She drapes the cover over me and hands me the pillow, then the TV remote. She literally can’t hold in the sweetness. It comes pouring out even when she’s feeling feisty.
“Thanks, Esme.” I don’t really need the extra warmth, but I appreciate the gesture. I can’t remember when someone worried about me with such consistency over things that weren’t life and death. My buddies would absolutely go the last mile to deliver me to urgent medical care. Hell, they did. That’s why I’m still here. But bringing me a blanket before I’m shivering? It wouldn’t even occur to them. Or me.
I tug Esme down on the couch next to me. “Tell me about this job you’re trying to get,” I order, not letting go of her hand. It feels good in mine.
She shrugs. “I haven’t found the job yet. I have my degree in wildlife biology, but all the research positions go to grad students. Or at least all the ones I’ve been able to find.”
I’ve got wildlife. But I keep my mouth shut. If I had Esme alone in the mountains, I’d be pounding into her every night without fail. The thought sends signals to my now aching cock and I’m grateful for the blanket. I still shift my legs, so my hard-on’s not so obvious to Esme.
Her eyes are tracing my face. “Well, what do you do way up there in the woods? Or do you even have a job?”
I pretend to take offense. “Hey! I work. I’ve got a very nice desk job filling out government forms.”
She gapes. “You do not.”
I nod. I do actually, But I’m hoping I’ll be able to give it up shortly once I’m off the unofficial disability list. “Now that I’m not hosting enemy bullets, I’ll be able to get back into the stuff the other guys are doing. And I want to build us a new community center. Now that there are a bunch of kids and families, they need a nicer place to hang out.”
Esme is eyeing me like I’ve gone crazy, so I bring her hand up to my forehead. “No fever, sweetheart. See?”
She jerks her fingers away and blushes. What is up with her?
6
Esme
Knowing Dallas’s secret, I’m flustered and excited every time I see him. I want to jump the man and climb him like a tree. Then kiss him until he confesses everything. But not until he gets his stitches out, which happens in about ten minutes. I hope. He’s in with the doctor now.
I haven’t decided exactly how to broach making a change in our relationship. Dallas is still trying to put me off with general grumpiness. Even though I can now detect that the majority of it is basically an act. And I’m pretty sure he’s going to try to send me away for my own good as soon as he thinks he can get away with it.
