Unforgettable (Cloverleigh Farms #5)(64)

“Christ,” he muttered. “That wasn’t belligerent. I could show them belligerent. That wasn’t it.”

I put my hands over my mouth.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asked, shifting his weight to one foot.

“I’m sorry,” I said, unable to stop myself. “But you’re standing there in a towel being belligerent, and I know it’s not supposed to be funny, but it is.”

“Oh, that’s it. You’re in trouble now.” Ditching his towel, he launched himself onto the bed and came after me. Squealing, I did my best to scramble out of his reach, but he was much bigger and stronger, and had me pinned down on my stomach in seconds, his body flattened on top of mine.

“How much trouble am I in?” I asked, gasping for breath. I felt the hard length of his cock against my ass.

“A lot.” He bit the back of my neck.

“A lot like you’re going to make me run sprints? Eat snails? Watch golf? All of which I hate, by the way.”

“A lot like I’m going to spank you.”

“What?” I shrieked.

“You heard me. Now don’t move.” He let go of my arms and slid down on my body, straddling my thighs. “Damn, your ass is adorable. I can’t wait to put my handprints on it.”

I gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

His response was a great big slap across one cheek, which stung like crazy, although I liked when he put his palm over it and held it there for a moment.

“Is that it?” I asked, panting.

He laughed and spanked the other cheek just as hard, making me cry out—but not just from the pain. Not that it didn’t hurt—believe me, those massive hands were no joke—but it hurt in a way I liked, which surprised me.

“Are you sorry for laughing now?” he asked, rubbing both his hands over my ass.

“Yes!”

“Are you lying to me?”

I hesitated. “Yes.”

He laughed again, but instead of delivering another spanking, he rubbed the tip of his cock over my stinging flesh. “I never knew about this naughty side of yours, April Sawyer. I like it.”

“I don’t think it existed before you.”

He reached beneath me and hitched up my hips, then grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling it tight. “I like that even better.”





“Come on, slowpoke,” I scolded him two hours later, watching him get dressed. “I’m going to be late for work.”

“Okay, okay. I’m hurrying.” He sat down on the bed and pulled on his socks and shoes—first the left, then the right.

I walked over to the mirror and fussed with my hair. Behind me I heard him laugh.

“Hey, you’re walking kind of funny there.”

Bending down, I picked up the pair of socks he’d been pitching at the mirror last night and lobbed them at his head—I missed.

He laughed harder. “Remind me to teach you how to throw.”

“Can you just hurry up please? And if I’m walking funny, it’s your fault. I probably won’t even be able to sit down today without pain.”

“Sorry.”

But I could see his face in the mirror, and that grin told me he wasn’t sorry at all. I didn’t even mind—it was good to see him laugh and smile.

“Just give me one minute,” he said, rising to his feet. As he passed me on the way to the bathroom, he kissed my shoulder. “I wish you didn’t have to work today. I could spend all day in bed with you and be completely happy.”

I turned and gave him a hug. “Do you feel better?”

“Yes. I do.” He went into the bathroom and closed the door, and a minute later, he opened it and came out again.

But first, I saw the strip of light at the bottom of the door flash on and off eight times.





Nineteen





April





I thought about mentioning the light switch thing on the way home, but never seemed to find the right words. It worried me, though. Was he okay?

He pulled up at my place and put the SUV in park. “Can I see you tonight?”

“Sure. Want to come over after I’m done at work?”

“Yes.” He yawned. “Sorry. I’m so fucking tired today.”

“I know. And I’ll be late tonight,” I said apologetically. “Why don’t I give you my spare key, and you can wait for me here? That way, you can just fall asleep if you’re exhausted.”

He shrugged. “Okay.”

“Let’s do that. Then I won’t feel so bad. Give me a minute.” Getting out of the car, I hurried to the front door and let myself in, stepping over a pile of mail. I scooped it up and set it on the table before grabbing my spare key from a kitchen drawer and taking it back out to Tyler.

“Thanks.” He tucked it into his pocket. “The team has a home game tonight, so I’ll head over after that.”

“Perfect. I’ll text you and let you know what time to expect me.” I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You okay, babe?”

“I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry again about the Bethany Bloomstar thing.”

He yawned again. “It’s okay. I’m more mad that she dragged your name into it. And Cloverleigh’s.”