Page 21 of Grumpy Spring Sunshine
I shoved him and he laughed, climbing in his car, and taking off.
“Ready to go, Brittani?”
“If I must.” We walked over to my truck and I helped her in. I walked around the front and got in, smiling at her.
“Yes, you must. You got work tomorrow and for some ungodly reason, I have an early tattoo spot.”
“By the way, thank you for bringing me tonight. Your family is great and they made me laugh so much. And the food was delicious.”
“Thank you. They keep me entertained in ways they shouldn’t.” I drove along the road, my hand seeking hers as if it was the most natural thing to do. And maybe it was. Because she felt so good there, so right. Just like when her body pressed against mine.
And ah, shit, there went the dirty mind.
I had been good all night, not thinking of her liking that and yet here I was, alone with her in the cab of my truck, and my mind was going there.
I wanted her.
I wanted her on levels I didn’t even know or that I could even make sense of.
“What are you thinking?” she asked me as I took the turn to go down her road.
“How I’ve been good all night, but now I really want to have my way with you.”
She beamed as I pulled up in front of her house. She glanced at it, the dogs barking in the window, and her head tilted as she thought.
“Isn’t it the gentlemanly thing to do to walk me to the door and make sure no harm befalls me?”
“Why, it sure is. My grandmother would have had my hid if I didn’t do that.”
I helped her out and walked her to the door, my hand on her back the whole way.
“And wouldn’t it just be rude not to come into my house to make sure no one got in?”
“Is that an invitation?”
“You’re damn right it is,” she told me.
She didn’t give me a chance to say no as she hauled me in.
Chapter 12
Brittani
The dogs barked the moment we walked through the door and while I was more than happy to get Keith upstairs and have my way with him, these two wouldn’t let me. So, I grabbed a treat for each and they bounded over.
“No, you two. Paw,” I told them, nodding to Keith. “Put your hand out.” And he did. “That’s Chance. Chance,” I said, petting his ears, “this is Keith.” I gave him a treat after he shook Keith’s hand with his paw.
“So, this must be Bubbles,” Keith said, holding his hand out and asking the dog for his paw. When Bubbles did, I gave her a treat, but I felt like I needed one too. These two precious beings were my babies, and he treated them so well.
In fact, after that, he sat on the couch, both of them trotting over to him and he petted them, making my thighs clench together.
It wasn’t fair that Keith had no idea how sexy he was!
Or maybe he didn’t and just didn’t think about it.
“You’re staring,” he said, making me grin.
“Because I’m watching you with these dogs and I’m turned on. You have no clue what you do to me.”
