Branson was a scary motherfucker when he wanted to be.
But the guy was also the biggest marshmallow he knew.
She was going to have the man wrapped around her finger once she let him in.
With his arm around her guiding her he walked over to the man. Branson had come off the stairs and was standing about halfway to the truck watching them.
“Mark, man glad you could make it,” Branson called out, his hands to his side, and keeping his distance.
He nodded to him, silently thanking him for understanding.
He hadn’t had the chance to catch him up, but he was grateful that Branson seemed to understand that she needed some extra care.
“Branson. Thanks for having us.” He reached out with his free hand, leaning slightly forward and shook the man’s hand, before stepping back next to his little bird.
“This is Winter.”
“Miss, it sure is a pleasure to meet ya. Any friend of Mark here is a friend of mine.” He slowly reached his hand out, keeping his distance.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” she whispered so softly that he hardly heard her, as she hesitantly shook his hand.
She looked alert, her eyes traveling over the landscape then coming back to Branson, before sliding away again. She may be scared, and the fear in her head was messing with her, but that he could work with.
Branson gave him a look but turned and pointed to a cabin a way back from the main house.
“Well I’ve got the cabin all set up for y’all. Had a lady from town come on up and fix it up for y’all. Didn’t want ya chokin’ on any dust bunnies,” Branson said, smiling at Winter, and he heard her giggle slightly against him.
Yup, Branson was going to be wrapped around her finger.
“Well, how about I get you the keys and you get yourself settled. I have a few things to get done in town and all,” Branson drawled out, handing him a set of keys on a ring.
“If y’all are up to it, you’re welcome over for dinner tonight. It won’t be anything fancy but would love to have the company.” Branson lightly smacked his shoulder, then tipped a finger to his baseball hat and turned to Winter.
“Miss, it was a pleasure meetin’ you.” Then he turned and with every step that he took away, Branson could feel Winter start to relax.
“I’m really sorry,” she whispered, and he looked down to see her eyes on Branson’s retreating truck, rumbling down the driveway.
“Nothing to apologize for little bird. Branson can scare a grown man.”
Her head tilted up to him, tipping back so that she could look him in the face. Her beautiful eyes clear and sparkling.
“You didn’t seem scared.” There was an edge of teasing in her voice, and he smiled at her.
There you go, little bird.
“That’s ’cause I know a secret.” He bent his head leaning down till his nose was against her ear.
Her shiver, he suspected, had nothing to do with the panic that she had felt earlier.
“He’s secretly a marshmallow.” His nose trailed down till he was against her shoulder, the scent of her filling him, her moan making his dick hard.
He shouldn’t be pushing her, not after what had just happened, but she always went straight to his head.
Muddling his concentration.
“Hmmm … I like marshmallows,” she murmured, her voice coming out breathily.
Then her words hit him, and his head flew up, his eyes narrowing on her, to see her smiling at him, a teasing glint in her eyes.
