The fantasy has me fisting my hard cock. Unapologetically, I stroke as fast as I can, picturing her face and big tits. Hadleigh’s curves are full of sin, and I’m ready to repent just to have another taste of her.
I groan with her name on my lips as the orgasm violently rips through me. After I catch my breath, I rinse off, then get out. I’m going insane. I never obsess like this or care about hurting a woman’s feelings. It’s clear from the beginning that it’s always just sex. There have never been expectations or strings attached. If it happened a second or third time, then great, but I wasn’t the one begging for another round.
But goddammit, Hadleigh’s different, and I wish I could turn it off. Seeing the pained look on her face and knowing I caused it guts me. I’m a selfish bastard who showed my insecurities when she didn’t immediately choose me. I’m not good at trusting my heart, but I need to see where it could lead.
Fuck it. I need a fix.
After I get dressed, I type out a text to her. While I already know this won’t go well, I hit send.
Knox: I can still taste you on my lips. How’s your jaw feeling today?
Within seconds, she replies.
Hadleigh: Go to hell, jackass. Oh never mind, you’re already the mayor.
I chuckle in amusement. I didn’t expect anything less coming from her. She’s still pissed, and while it’s well deserved, I’ll enjoy fucking with her until she forgives me.
Knox: Sounds like you didn’t finish yourself off last night. You need assistance with that?
Hadleigh: Why? You know someone who can actually get the job done?
I shake my head at her feistiness. Hadleigh’s always been a no-bullshit kinda girl. It’s probably why she fit in with us so well.
Knox: As a matter of fact, I do. Come over, and I’ll introduce you.
More like re-introduce her.
Hadleigh: Actually, I’m good. There’s a new doctor at the hospital who’s especially skilled with his hands. Caught him checking out my ass too, so I think I have a good chance at getting his *special* treatment.
She’s trying to fire me up, and she damn well knows it too. A fucking savage.
Knox: Shit, you went for the jugular.
Hadleigh: You brought it upon yourself, Cowboy.
Knox: Fine, but I really just wanted to say thank you for talking to me about my ideas. I’m really considering chatting with my dad about the stud horse expansion. It felt good to tell someone.
It’s not a complete lie. I do want to propose my business idea to him, eventually.
I wait several minutes before she finally responds.
Hadleigh: I’m always here to listen.
Knox: Thanks, Hads.
She doesn’t respond, just hearts my text. Not a complete dismissal, but I wish I could find a way to mention it to my dad. I’d love to have something that was really mine and take charge of it. Stud horses are always in need, and they’d make a great contribution to the ranch. I should explain what I have in mind, but before I do, I need a solid plan to show my parents I’m serious about this. Everyone always thinks I’m the fuckup and expects nothing from me.
I can’t wait to prove them all wrong.
CHAPTER EIGHT
HADLEIGH
As pissed as I am at Knox, I can’t stop thinking about him. When I close my eyes, I can imagine his mouth on me, then I’m taken back to that moment when he walked away. A wet dream quickly turned into a nightmare. Regardless of how angry I am, I stupidly still want him.
Since it’s Sunday and I have zero plans, I told Harper I’d help her package orders for her business. Before I head that way, I stop at the cafe and order a large latte. I’m already prepared to be bombarded with questions. There’s no way I could keep anything from her, especially regarding the twins. She’s been there with me through it all, and I trust her opinions.
When I arrive at her house, she meets me at the front door before I can knock. “I forgot to tell you not to ring the doorbell,” she states with a grin, then looks at my coffee cup. “You didn’t bring me one?” She pretends to pout.
“You said you were cutting back on caffeine. Somethin’ about breastfeeding side effects,” I remind her, now feeling guilty.
She chuckles, stepping aside for me to walk in. “I did. I’m just giving you a hard time.”
“Please tell me Hayden isn’t napping.” I pretend to pout.
She leads me to the nursery, and we quietly step inside. He’s sleeping peacefully in the crib. “He’s so cute,” I whisper, watching his tiny chest rise and fall.
“I know. I’m gonna have to scare so many girls away when he’s older,” she says, mesmerized by her little miracle.
She double-checks the baby monitor, and we go to the dining room, which is full of products, boxes, and supplies.