I glare at her, "Don’t be daft. He’s staying in the nearest town. It takes him, maybe, 45 minutes to get here."
"To take you back into the village, and return."
"Umm, yeah." I raise my shoulders, "That’s why he’s called a driver. He drives me around," I snicker.
"I could do that."
"What?"
"Drive you around."
"Why should I want that?"
"Since we are going to be sharing this house—"
"Nope, we're not. I own this place with the rest of the Seven."
"Saint offered it to me for the duration of the holidays." She scowls, "Pretty sure he loaned the space to me first.”
"I am one of the Seven. I take precedence," I declare.
She gapes at me and… Damn… Every time she opens her mouth, I want to shut her up with my tongue, or other parts of me that would very happily nestle into that warmth. Why the fuck does she turn me on, when she’s the type of complication I can do without?
"Out," I snarl.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She sniffs, "Why can’t we work this out like adults?"
"Like adults, huh?" I smirk. "Trust me, the kind of things I want to do with you right now would definitely be classified as ‘adult.’"
She reddens. "Can’t you speak a sentence without coming across all lecherous?"
"I haven’t even started," I smirk, “and PS, it’s you who can’t take a hint. Do you want me to spell it out for you?"
"You’re a jerk, you know that?"
I yawn. "Get out of the house or I’ll throw you out bodily."
"You wouldn’t."
"Try me."
She raises her fist and I move. I grab her around the waist, haul her over my shoulder.
She yelps, "Let go of me, you oaf."
"You sure about that, Buttercup?"
"Stop calling me that."
"Not gonna oblige you. Next?"
She makes a huffing sound and the warmth of her breath sears my back. She wriggles her body, tries to scramble off. I place my arm across the back of her thighs.
She brings her fists down on my back, rains blows. How cute. As if that’s gonna make a difference. From where I am, it’s more like a massage. Don’t tell her that, though. I stalk forward, and Max chooses that time to dart out.
Blame it on the fact I was distracted by her wriggling arse positioned so close to my face. Or the fact that I was having too much fun. Or that a part of me was bloody angry with that turd Saint, for having put me in this situation.
Clearly, he’d double booked me and this little puff pastry of a woman… whatever the fuck he'd been thinking, he is mistaken. I have no interest in her; none whatsoever... especially when she's proving to be such a distraction that I barely manage to sidestep Max.
My bare feet slip from under me. The world tilts.
The woman across my shoulder shrieks. I tighten my grip on her, as the ceiling recedes further. I manage to find my balance, lurch back a couple of steps, through the door. I must have spilled something earlier. My legs slip out from under me a second time.
I arc back through the air…and still holding her, hit the hot tub and tumble into the water.
"Woman," I growl, "you’re going to rupture my eardrums."
"I’ll do more than that, you…you horrible man. You…you Fruit Salad."
I blink, "Did you compare me to a dessert?"
"I’m not done you…you Carrot Cake." She rears up so quickly, I loosen my grip. She pulls away, and over…smashes straight into my injured finger. Bright lights flash behind my eyes… Jesus F… She hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she’d show me the sun in the night time… Hold on. What the hell am I thinking? My brain seems to freeze, then pain ratchets up my spine, through my skull… A growl rips from me, "The hell are you doing?"
"You started this." She lurches up to her feet, stands over me, with my torso in between her legs.
Her wet blouse stretches across her chest, highlighting every gorgeous curve of that magnificent bust.
My cock twitches; my mouth dries. I can only stare at the nipples that salute me, the water that drips down the fabric outlining her flat stomach, the indentation of her bellybutton, down to the valley between her thighs, where her jeans have ridden up to kiss the cleft between her lower lips. What I wouldn’t give to be able to place my lips there… I swallow. My dick lengthens.
Shit, bet if she looks down, she’ll see exactly which parts of me are excited by this little rough play… Which it isn’t… Foreplay, that is. It is an accident, that’s all.
"Why the hell couldn’t you watch where you were going?" She glowers.
"Me…?" I scowl. "I am as steady on my feet as I am with my fingers… Speaking of," I raise my throbbing hand, and glare at the offending digit, "You probably fractured it again, thanks to your clumsiness."
"It was already broken, you idiot."
"Heard about multiple fractures?" I growl. "And don’t call me an idiot."
"Oh, pfft. I’ll call you anything I want, you reprobate."
"Mind your tongue, Buttercup."
"Oh, stuff it." She swings one leg over. "And for the record, I’m the one who’s staying, not you."
"Oh, no, you’re not." I grab for her leg. She squeaks, evades me and jumps up and out of the tub. There’s a howl… "Max." I turn to find her squatting down. She rubs the puppy’s head. "Oooh, little fellow, did I hurt you? I didn’t, did I?" Max whines again.
"Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry," she coos, makes kissing noises at the mutt, who whines. No wonder he’s making the most of having her attention.
She plops onto her butt, cross-legged, pulls the puppy into her lap. The dog, lifts his head, licks her face, her mouth. Hmm. He whines again, she strokes him, and lifts him to her chest. The little bugger cuddles against her breasts. What the—? I glower. How does he get to do that and not me? Wait, hold on? Am I seriously jealous of a canine? I shake my head.
"Enough of this nonsense," my voice rings around the space.
The puppy shivers, snuggles his body tighter against her chest.
"Put him aside," I scowl.
She peers up at me, "Shh."
"What?"
"You’re scaring the baby," she admonishes me.
"Baby?" I growl.
Max moans… No, really. That dog has definitely been taking acting classes, for he bleats out another piteous little whine that has her cuddling him, rocking him side to side. "There, there, little fella. Did Daddy’s heavy voice make your heart go pitter-patter?’’ She lifts him up, and the dog plays along. He licks her lips…right on the mouth.
"Hey!" I growl.
I push up to standing in the hot tub, water flowing from me like I turned on the shower. The water splashes out onto the dog and the woman, who bows her head to shield him. "Stop that, you’re making him wet." She huffs.
"Oh, yeah?" I scowl down at her bent head, the way she croons to the pet, hair flowing in a blonde waterfall about her shoulders, her dripping clothes that outline the curve of her shoulder…and that… The sight of the perfectly turned swell of a what should not be a seductive part of anyone’s body… But on Buttercup… It’s a bloody turn on. The blood rushes to my groin and my head spins. Must be the fact that I hit my hand. That’s why I am feeling lightheaded. No other reason. It’s why I step up and out of the sunken hot tub, to loom over her.