He quirked his brow. “I think you should demonstrate that soon.”
“What? Jacking off?” My dick twitched at the thought of getting myself off while Dan sat back and watched.
“Hell yes. Maybe you should do it now in the shower.”
“This idea of yours has merit.” A twitch of my lips and I inched forwards, grinding against him, making it clear just how much I liked this bright idea of his.
My stare danced over his face. “Done, but if we’re going to start following through with the fantasies I’ve had of you, we’re going to need energy drinks.” His laughter broke loudly through my words. “You think I’m joking… eighteen years, Dan.” The smile that lit my face was all levels of dirty and promising, the dip in my voice a pledge he’d have no regrets getting on board with my fantasy plan.
“As long as we make room for mine too, I’m happy to oblige.”
I barely finished speaking before Dan shoved the leftovers back in the fridge and dragged me towards the bathroom.
These moments right here were everything.
And with my years’ worth of illicit fantasies, I had no plans to slow the pace of our relationship. Not ever.
* * *
“Thanks for helping me.”
Dan glanced up, a smudge of oil on his face drawing my attention. There was something about him like this that made him ridiculously attractive.
Honestly, over the months before we got together, I had no idea how I managed to not simply fall at his feet and break into a Shakespearean sonnet or something, begging him to be mine.
My poetry performance voice wasn’t the best, so I was relieved as hell I hadn’t. To think it was the devastating fires from just a few weeks back that finally gave us both the prod we’d needed.
I still struggled to get my head around that.
It already seemed like a lifetime ago, especially after the torrent of rain we’d been slammed with. But I knew we’d been so lucky, and other than a few of my parents’ fences that still needed replacing, we’d come away unscathed.
Damn, we’d been lucky.
“No worries.” Dan winked, and my heart flipped like it did so often when he was cute, or sexy, or simply breathing. “I forgot to ask yesterday if Nick had said anything to you.”
Ice froze the air in my lungs, and it took a couple of beats for me to thaw them enough to catch my breath. Frustration and anxiety threaten to get its clutches into me. Each time it did, it completely confused the hell out of me, especially as my initial reaction was so quick to pass.
Shaking off my instinctive reaction when Nick was mentioned, I quirked my brow in Dan’s direction. “I know I work in high school, but it’s been a long time since I behaved like a high schooler.” An oily rag landed square in my face for my efforts. “Hey,” I spluttered with a snicker.
“That’s for being a smart-arse. You knew what I meant.”
“I know, but nothing, and honestly, I don’t even know what I was expecting.”
Nick hadn’t said or done anything. The reactions were my own, almost reflexive. Any anxiety fizzled away quickly, rational thought soon making that happen. In its place was me pissed off that this… I didn’t know, defence mechanism always kicked into place.
“That’s good, as long as it’s not bugging you him being here.”
“And if it did bug me?”
“I’m not too old to throw down.”
I snorted loudly, ease loosening the tightness in my chest, and Dan narrowed his eyes at me.
“Okay, I’ve still got a good aim and could throw cow shit or something, maybe find out where he lives and get some local dogs to crap on his lawn.” A shrug followed, amusement clear in his eyes.
“Well, aren’t you just a regular vindictive hero? Be still my heart.”
“Don’t you forget it.” He indicated for me to throw back the rag so he could continue working on sharpening the chainsaw blades.
