Joshua Healy (The Mitchell/Healy Family #10)(32)

We go at it like this for a while, until Josh sits up and pulls out of me. He takes my hand and lifts me, pushing us both over to a nearby tree. He lightly shoves me against it, raising my hands above my head so he can take me in. “You’re beautiful.”

“I’m covered in dirt.”

“It’s f*cking sexy.”

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

His eyes light up. “Can I?”

I’m not surprised he’s taken me seriously. “Are you going to show people?”

“I’m thinking about blowing it up and putting it on my ceiling over my bed,” he taunts. “I’m kidding. It’s just for me. I need a reminder when I’m having a hard day.”

I take my hands and run them over my breasts. “Go get your phone before I change my mind.”

He’s snapping pictures, me posing for each like I know what I’m doing. His smile does something to me. We’re like nudists, relishing in the idea of how comfortable this is for us.

Josh tosses his phone in a patch of grass and comes at me with intent filled eyes. He lifts me up, pressing me hard against the tree. He’s positioning himself, slipping back inside of me without warning. I gasp when I feel him stretching my tight walls. He’s grumbling something as he works, his strong arms keeping my feet off the ground.

Suddenly he drops me, and I’m being spun around, my cheek against the bark. He’s drilling into me from behind, his hands both cupping each breast. My nipples feel like tiny pins and needles are taunting them, my legs feeble and ready to collapse. My orgasm strikes me, and as I fight to keep a loud moan from coming out, he tightens and holds me still. We come together. All of my senses are on overdrive. When he spins me around again I’m a puddle in his arms, fighting to keep from falling to my knees. “We should have brought dry clothes. It’s going to suck putting that shit back on,” he mentions.

“We could always shower when we get back.”

He smirks and crashes his lips into mine. Our tongues begin to mingle, and I’m already hoping we’re going to go again. When we stop we’re both out of breath. His forehead is pressing on mine, our noses touching. “Where the hell did you come from?”

“Heaven,” I respond.

His brows raise. “I believe it.”



There’s nothing like putting dirty, wet, mud filled clothes on your body. The girlie side of me takes over as I exhaust myself trying to get my body covered enough to head back to the house.

We take off into the woods on the four-wheelers, me passing by Josh early on just to prove I can. By the time we return the ATVs we’re almost dry. We’re coming out of the pole building when we spot a man heading in our direction. “I thought I heard them drive by this morning.” He extends his hand while giving me a once over. “I’m Josh’s uncle.”

Josh finishes for him. “Tamsyn, this is Uncle Ty.”

I have to think for a second. “Jake and Jax are your sons, right?”

He nods. “And Iz, Isabella. She’s the oldest.”

“It’s a lot to learn.”

“Miranda is my wife. Are you sticking around for dinner? I think the whole bunch is coming.”

I smile. “I’ll be there as long as I can get this dirt out of every crevice it’s managed to find a new home in.”

He chuckles. “I’m sure my nephew can help with that, right Josh?”

Josh playfully shoves his uncle. “Get out of here, old man.”

“Nice to meet you, Tamsyn. Watch out for that one. He’s been known to …”

Josh doesn’t let him finish. “Don’t make me tell her all the shit you’ve done.”

The man tosses his hands in the air. “I have no secrets. Have at it.”

When we see Josh’s father rounding the corner I’m worried they’re both going to pick on him, but it turns out it’s the opposite. “Is this guy giving you a hard time?” He asks me.

“I’m fine.”

“Rumor has it, he can’t get it up anymore. It’s been real tough for him,” he whispers so only I’m able to hear it.

I giggle, but don’t repeat what he’s said.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” Josh suggests.

I wave to the two men, who seem to still be cracking on one another. “Are they always like that?”

“Always. We’re hardly ever serious. You get used to it.”

My parents are stiffs. They don’t joke about anything. It’s always money or church, not that I’m against either, but sometimes it’s good to laugh.

To avoid making a mess in his house, Josh and I remove everything we can. His long shirt allows me to take off everything from the waist down without revealing my goods. Assuring me that his mom is busy in the kitchen, he picks me up and carries me the entire way up the stairs. He doesn’t sit me down until we’re in his bathroom. It’s obvious his mother keeps it clean. It smells like bleach, and there are fresh towels sitting on the single vanity.

He doesn’t say anything while running the water and stripping until he’s stark naked in front of me. I can’t help but to take him in, every single inch of sculpted beauty. He has muscles in places I never knew existed. When he turns to check on my progress he finds me salivating. Josh takes his thumbs and rubs my cheeks. It’s rough, reminding me I’m covered in dirt. “Round two awaits you, just as soon as I make sure all those crevices are spotless.”