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SAM
Holy Christ on a cracker.
Mountain man dropped his towel and I could see everything. It was a blatant reminder of how long it had been since I saw anything worth holding my attention.
Wait, what the actual fuck is going on here, and why is he obviously living in my grandpa’s house?
Before he rid himself of the towel, I was shamelessly eye fucking his chest because I was too afraid to look anywhere else. I mean, eyes can get you in trouble. Since I was not known for staying out of trouble, obviously because I’m in his damn room, my gaze wandered anyway. A dusting of chest hair and a slight treasure trail of darker hair lead under the towel. Mmm, under the towel. I was staring at his groin before I snapped out of it to respond to his comment about something my grandfather left out and didn’t tell me before. That got my attention because what could Grandpa have possibly told to this guy and not me?
When the towel hit the floor, I was still gaping like a fish trying to process his words, yet somehow, I couldn’t look away. Mountain man was an adequate description because, wow, there was nothing small about him anywhere. Maybe I should call him tripod instead because that man stick was double XL and warranted its own area code.
I shook my head as I watched him pull on his boxers with a smug grin on his face. Not in any way embarrassed by what he did. God, he was infuriating. He would not win this stand-off. Super bitch will come out.
“Now that you are ah, covered appropriately, perhaps you can explain the penis. I mean reason! Fuck! The…ah…reason you are in my pants. My house! I mean my house!” God dammit. Smooth Sam. Real smooth. “You know what? I’m about to go downstairs and clean the kitchen. Why don’t you meet me down there, and we can discuss the size of the issue. Gah! The reason for the abs…Oh for fuck’s sake! Just meet me in the kitchen.”
I’m met with belly roaring laughter from the mountain man as I practically run out of the room and try to collect myself. How the hell did I go from the woman who is always calm and in charge of myself to one who could not string my sentences together? This is because all I could think about was sex with the most perfect male specimen who was apparently living in my house. Maybe I simply need a good roll in the sack, and I will be myself again. Now, I have to deal with the fact he knows I’m attracted to him. Ugh, how can this get any worse? Wait, no, I take that back. Things can always get worse. Saying it out loud is tempting fate. Shit. Things are about to get worse; I just know it.
DREW
That was unexpected. I mean, I expected her to get flustered with a naked man in front of her; however, I didn’t realize how much she would be flustered. That was probably one of the most entertaining episodes of my life to date. Seeing her reaching for words, getting flushed as she got more embarrassed was amusing as hell. I should really attempt to wipe the smile off my face.
I should at least be nervous about the conversation we were going to have. Sometimes, as men, we really do lose the blood in our heads and have it rush south and hinder our ability to think properly. Like now. I’m imagining all kinds of dirty things we can do but I’m forgetting one hugely important detail. Well, two actually. I promised Tom to help get her through the current season of her first coaching gig with no distractions and to help her grieve because he thinks she will keep it bottled up, and he wants her healthy. I’m fairly certain that would include not banging his granddaughter. You know, just a few small things, no big deal, and then I get what I want in the end: the horses and my therapy camp. That’s all I want. Is there anything else I need other than the horses and my job? Nope. Not someone to cuddle with and come home to at night. I’m definitely not lonely or anything. Hello, denial town.
I think I’ve falsely convinced myself. I’m about to level her with a bunch of stuff that will most likely make her angry, but here goes nothing. Hopefully, I don’t find myself sleeping in the barn.
