“Fine, I’ll just work on all of you.” I shrug my shoulders, a small smile on my lips. “I’m ready when you are.” The plants are all by the front door; Asa wheeled the two big ones and gathered the rest.
“We’ll see about that.” His hands are on his hips, eyes glued to the plants. “Babe, you have a lot of plants.”
“Yep, are you sure you want me and my babies?” I tease him, grabbing the mail off the counter to shove in my bag. I still have no idea how we’ll get them in his truck, plus he’s going to kill me when we have to drive slowly. There’s no way I want wind damage done to them.
“Are they a piece of you?” Asa answers my question with a question.
“They are.” It’s so hard to explain, but once you become this plant person, you’re attached, you worry over them. It’s strange to some people.
“Then yep, but I want a different kind of baby later.” His sweet side comes out. It’s not often he voices things, but when he does, they come with meaning.
“I’m good with that. You just tell me when.” We don’t say anything else. I’ve got a smile on my face, he’s got a handsome grin on his, and we work together to get the plants in his truck. He doesn’t allow me to help him at all. I want to stomp my feet at his ridiculous alpha male coming out, but I hold back, barely. It’s a whole other story when I tell him to drive in the slow lane once everything is settled in the bed of his truck. The words he grumbles under his breath aren’t something I can hear, and that’s okay. He’ll just have to get used to my craziness.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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“Babe, quit fidgeting.” Montana is in the passenger side of my truck. Today being Monday and there being a meeting this morning meant I didn’t have to be up bright and early at the jobsite. It only made sense for us to ride in together, even if she’d be at the main office this morning and I would have to go to the other site.
“It’s hard. I don’t want to screw this up.” This morning, I knew she would be a nervous wreck. That’s why when the alarm clock went off, I initiated sex, thinking it would relax her. I woke her up with my head between her legs, my tongue lapping at her cunt, slowly working her up until she was writhing in her sleep. I lifted her legs over my shoulders, pressed my hand firmly down on her lower abdomen to not only keep her in place but to give her the hardest, most earth-shattering orgasm I knew she’d need to calm down the nerves that had her tossing and turning in sleep half the night. The sleepy smile she greeted me with once she realized what I was doing only had me working her harder, pressing harder, and when three of my fingers thrust inside her pussy, my lips wrapping around her clit, sucking it into my mouth, she was screaming out my name. A matter of minutes later, Montana reciprocated even though that wasn’t what this morning was about. But I wasn’t going to tell my woman no, not when she wrapped her lips around my cock. Needless to say, we both needed a shower after.
I thought that would calm her down, but it didn’t happen. It took her thirty minutes alone to figure out what she decided to wear, a whole new ball game with the laid-back atmosphere at Hart Construction. It was the call to Leena that had her settling on a black pair of jeans, flowy top, and what she said were mules. Frankly, Montana could wear a potato sack and still be the prettiest woman in the world.
“You’re not going to screw it up. If anything, that will be Deke.” I run a hand down my face. After I left yesterday, they stayed around to talk.
“That’s not making me feel any better, you know.” Her hand squeezes mine. I’m not sure who’s giving whom reassurance this morning.
“Sorry. A lot was left unsaid besides the fact that Deke was going to Alabama. It’s going to be weird not seeing him around the office, even if he is a dickhead most of the time.” I should have kept that comment to myself. Montana has enough shit on her mind without me clouding it.
“It’s alright. I’m serious, though. If this has anything to do with me working for Hart Construction, I’ll back out. I have enough of a nest egg to help get me started, and if we let my apartment go, that’ll be even more money to put towards my own firm.”
“It’s not an if, babe. It’s a when, and I’d have you moved in completely yesterday, but time got away, and then the plants needed to be babied to death.” We’re just pulling into the parking lot when Montana gives me a mock look of horror.