This was ridiculous! I didn't even like the man! I extra didn't like him!
Finally I gave in and turned on the light. I did some unpacking in my room, careful not to wake Casey. By the time the sun was starting to light up the sky I was ready for bed. I glanced at my alarm. If I lay down now I could get a few hours sleep before Casey got up.
The next thing I knew someone was banging on the front door.
Chapter Nine Jackson
I'd gotten up early as usual. I'd wolfed down my breakfast, finished before anyone else even made an appearance. Mrs. Garretty handed me a basket on the way out the door.
"What's this Mrs. G?"
Her soft blue eyes twinkled at me.
"It's not polite to go calling empty handed."
"I'm not going empty handed."
I held up my tools. She rolled her eyes at me affectionately. She'd been a mother to all of us over the years. I loved her dearly, even if she was meddling.
"Not the same dear. Here, take this to go visit your lady friend."
Seemed like everybody had a vested interest in getting Angelina and I together. Especially me. Of course, they might stop helping if they knew I just wanted to screw her six ways from Sunday.
I had no intention of settling down. But I had amended my plans a bit.
I lay awake half the night carefully planning my attack. I didn't just want one night. I wanted casual sex, as much as I wanted, on demand, indefinitely. After the way she'd kissed me back, I knew she'd be a real wild cat in bed.
She'd kissed like a sophisticated city woman. She hit like a bantamweight. I just need to keep her too busy in bed to go around slapping me again.
We could screw when we wanted to, and dislike each other the rest of the time.
It was a perfect plan.
I just had to convince her of it.
Of course, casual sex did not mean I would allow her to be with other men. No, I'd keep her way too busy for that. Maybe I'd put a path in between our two properties. I could go back and forth at night as the mood struck me. From our house, right up to the back door of hers.
Yes, that was an excellent idea.
I just had to talk Angelina into it. I grinned as I drove over to her place. I hoisted my tools and the basket of food. Then I rang the doorbell, waiting expectantly.
Then I rang it again.
And again.
Seven minutes later the door opened. My eyes grew wide at the sight of her. Angelina stood in the doorway in a slinky, semi-sheer tanktop, slouchy pajama pants with fuzzy bunny slippers. Her gorgeous hair tumbled over her shoulders. Her face was still soft and unguarded from sleep.
She looked sexy as all get out.
But that wasn't even the best part. Oh no. That was below her neck. Her nipples looked like they could cut glass. I could see them clearly, as well as the outline of her perfectly round, bouncy looking tits.
BOOM
Just like that, I was erect.
"What are you doing here?"
I ignored her surly tone, my eyes glued to her chest. From her sharp intake of breath, she realized what I was doing too. I licked my lips appreciatively and she crossed her arms over her chest.
I smirked at her.
"Nice slippers."
She glared at me. We both knew I hadn't been looking at her feet. I bet those looked cute too. Especially if they were draped over my shoulders as I-
"Jackson, I said what are you doing here?"
I lifted up the basket and the tools.
"I'm here to take a look at your... house. Did you forget?"
She stared at me, clearly not awake yet. She even let her arms drop. I used my peripheral vision to soak in those perky tits of hers.
I didn't want her covering up. My job would be much more pleasant with those jugs of hers on display. One might even say the day would fly by.
"Angelina? Do you want me to look at your leaks or not?"
She rolled her eyes and stepped aside, allowing me to enter.
"Take your shoes off."
"You're joking."
She shook her head vehemently.
"No, I'm not. No shoes."
I set my tools down inside the door and kicked my boots off. Thank God I didn't wear raggedy old socks like my brother Jake. Mrs. Garretty had a habit of raiding his sock drawer to throw the old ones away. He would grumble about it and we would all have a good laugh.
Jake had lived on the road for a long time. Elle said she was still working on getting him house broken. But not me.
No, I was not the sort of man to show up at a lady's house with nasty socks on his feet. My breath was fresh too. And I'd shaved. I wanted to be smooth when I got my face between her luscious thighs.
No woman wanted a man's mouth on her when he was scruffy.
Oh yes, I planned to put my mouth all over her. That was the way to get the upper hand. First I'd make her squeal with pleasure. Soon she'd be begging me to fuck her nice and hard. I would be more than happy to oblige her.
I watched as she padded into the kitchen, my eyes on her delicious looking ass. I'd like to spank that ass. Oh yes, I could picture her cheeks with some nice red marks on them.
I wondered how much they would jiggle.