“Oh for Christ’s sake, you scared the bejeezers out of me!” squawked Casey from behind us.
I reluctantly pulled my lips from Andi’s and glanced over my shoulder. Casey held a sopping wet Pomeranian under one arm and a bottle of shampoo in the other. Lionel had a golf club.
“You own golf clubs?” I asked a little surprised.
“Protection that you don’t need a license for,” he explained, looking around the room for the intruder.
“Rat in the box to your right. Andi killed it with her terrifying screams.”
Lionel smiled. Casey rolled his eyes.
“I guess that would explain the post rat killing exploits.” He pointed at us. “Nothing like a little rodent murder followed up with some vertical fuzzy bumps.”
Andi burst out laughing as Casey turned indignantly and walked away.
“I’ll lock the door behind us,” Lionel sang, also turning to leave us.
My attention swung back around to Andi but was quickly interrupted again. “And I’ll dispose of this,” Lionel murmured as he came back to grab the box containing the dead rodent.
“Thank you, Lionel,” Andi and I called out at the same time.
“Right, one rodent down, one vertical fuzzy bump coming up.”
I walked Andi to the wall and pushed her hard up against it, pulling her dress over her hips and rubbing my still very erect cock against the barrier of her panties.
“Decker?” she panted.
“Yeah, Country?” I breathed as I fumbled with my fly. When she went still, I pulled back and saw the mischief in her eyes.
“On the roof,” she purred in my ear.
“The roof?” I said a little shocked and intrigued. “I didn’t think voyeurism was your thing.”
“The sun’s going down. You finished the greenhouse, and I wanna christen it.”
I nodded. “Your wish is my command.” I placed her feet back on the ground, and as she stepped around me, I gave a quick smack to her ass. She yelped and laughed all at once.
“First one there gets to be on top,” Andi sang before gifting me a cheeky wink, running towards the stairs that led to the apartment, then up to the roof. I chased her, cause let’s face it, as much as I liked my cowgirl to ride me, I kinda liked to ride her too.
Yep, life with my little piece of country in the big ol’ city didn’t get much better than this. With my dick as hard as a fossilized wood, I chased her. I’d always chase her; she was so damn worth it.
Acknowledgements
As always, thank you to my whip cracker P.A. and S.I.L., Kylie Abraham. Your honesty and support is invaluable! My mum for putting up with my diva style demands when it’s cover time. Mum, you rock my world and I love you to pieces! The rest of the family, who on this particular book I consulted often; it really was a group effort from the first word written to publishing.
Thank you Luke Williams for being my model! I’m sorry you had to endure us pervy ladies for the photo shoot… Well, I’m not really sorry. It was my favorite cover shoot yet!
Ami Johnson, damn this lady has some snap in her garters! My editor is as fine as cream gravy. I mean, grammar and punctuation gets me as confused as a goat on AstroTurf, and you my lady, smooth it all out with perfection. As long as I have a biscuit, you will always have half. wink, wink, nudge, nudge See what I did there with those clever little Texas sayings?
My author buddies, my soul sisters, thank you for your ongoing support. Carmen Jenner, AKA Sugar Mumma (#DeckerFTW baby!), T.J. Hamilton, Michelle Horst, Kylie Scott, Natalie Gayle, Angel Steel, Jennifer Ryder, Kirsty Mosley, Annie Walls, T. Gephart, Nina Levine, Kellie Elliot. There are others and they know who they are!!