Page 111 of Forget That Guy
Just as we were leaving, my mother called out, “You better go to your court hearing, Mr. Heartsan. Or I’ll have your farm.”
Mr. Heartsan swallowed roughly. “Yes, ma’am.”
I chuckled as I helped her into the truck.
It was only as we were halfway down their drive that I said, “You’ve had that planned for a while, but you know that they still owe us money.”
She smiled secretively. “I’m not sure you will ever see what he owes you, but I’ve been planning this ever since I noticed that you had a thing for her.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
If I were Rudolph and they treated me like I was useless until that foggy Christmas eve, I’d tell them to fuck off.
—Denver to Holly
HOLLY
My eyes popped open when he slipped into bed with me, and a small smile lit my lips as he buried his face into my hair.
It was well past midnight.
Well past when he usually went to bed.
“What took you so long?” I wondered.
He grumbled something under his breath about “stupid fucking bulls” and fell into a deep sleep moments later.
It took me longer to fall asleep, but when I did, I felt, for the first time, that this was exactly where I wanted to be for the rest of my life.
When I woke next, it was still dark.
But my screaming bladder wouldn’t allow me to stay in bed a second longer.
I got up, used the bathroom, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, then threw my hair up into a messy bun.
When I got out it was to find Denver sprawled out in the queen-sized bed, starfished and taking up nearly every dang square inch of it.
The top sheet was around one thigh and that was it.
The harsh light from above the barn that stayed on all night lit up the bed, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips when I saw his flaccid cock lying against his muscular thigh.
Denver didn’t have abs.
But what he did have was bulk. Muscles on top of muscles that were forged in fire, so to speak.
He had a rancher’s body that was built for endurance.
His biceps were large. His thighs were larger.
His chest was defined.
His hands, which were clutching the pillow underneath his head, were rough and work hard.
Everything about the man did it for me.
Even the hairy chest that tickled my nose when I buried my face in it.
I stripped off my t-shirt, dropped my panties to the floor, and crawled back into bed right on top of him.
