Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
She tries to move away. “What are you doing?”
I tighten my hold on her. “Enjoying a meal with my girl.”
She wiggles on my lap, eliciting a groan from me. I like the feeling of those round globes grinding down on my hardness.
“Stop it,” I growl.
She gives me a cheeky grin. “Stop what?”
I hold out a forkful of eggs. She opens her mouth obediently, and I imagine her down on her knees, opening those plump lips to take my thick cock. Not yet.
“Tonight is the county fair. I want to take you as my date. The boys too if they want to go.” I like Chase and Parker. Seeing the two of them reminds me of what it was like to grow up. Kids have no control over their world, and it’s frightening to depend on adults who may not have your best interests at heart.
She beams up at me. “I’d love to go.”
“Are you going to keep humming like that?” Barrett asks Zac, interrupting my thoughts about my girl. They’re my younger two brothers. He knows that when Zac is humming, he’s working on a melody. He’s been that way since we were kids.
Zac pulls his phone away from his mouth long enough to glare at Barrett. He’s a famous music star. He always scowls when we call him that and insists he’s just a songwriter. Doesn’t stop us from teasing him. “If you’d let me capture it—”
“Then you can make another million dollars with your next hit song. How about this, pretty boy? How about you do some actual work around this farm?” Barrett punctuates the statement by gesturing to the posts we’re setting up. He’s not actually busting Zac’s balls. We’re proud of our baby brother. He’s made a name for himself as one of country’s rising stars. That doesn’t mean we won’t give him shit about it though.
“When y’all get done arguing, the real men could use some help,” I grunt at them as Noah unrolls more barbed wire. People think being a cowboy is riding horses all day. Nope, it’s this. Standing in the hot sun and putting up fences. Endless damn fences while your idiot brothers argue.
The younger two ignore me and go right back to bickering. It’s been that way since we were kids.
“You have been grinning all day like a damn fool,” Noah says.
Mom fostered me first. When she realized I had three biological brothers in the system, she raised Cain until they let her foster all of us. A few years later, on the eve of my sixteenth birthday, she and Dad made it official. They adopted us, and we became Maples. Best day of my life up until I met Evie.
“Got a hot date tonight,” I answer. I’ve never dated. Never had a desire to sleep around or find a woman and build a family. Because I felt that way, I thought something was wrong. Maybe the abuse from our biological parents messed me up so badly that I couldn’t handle a relationship. Then I saw Evie, and it clicked into place. I wasn’t broken. I was waiting for her.
“Are you taking Evie to the fair?” He asks.
I nod. She took the boys back to the apartment after we had breakfast together. They’ve only been gone a few hours, and I already miss the three of them. “What’s your read on the boys?”
He and Barrett spent the morning entertaining the kids. Noah is quiet, the kind of guy that only speaks when he’s got something to say. He’s good at reading people. When we got put into the system, he crawled into books. He rarely talks about our lives before the Maple Farm. None of us do. “Seem like decent kids. Chase will be a handful until he learns to trust you.”
I’ve already accepted that he’s got trust issues. I know what that’s like. I came to the Maple Farm as a twelve-year-old kid angry at the world. Dad loved me through everything and taught me how to channel that anger into something productive. I plan to do the same thing for Chase.
Noah pauses to pull the barbed wire that got stuck in his glove free. “Rumor is you carried her clear across town. Heroic stuff they said.”
“It was down the street,” I chide. “What are you doing listening to the rumor mill?”
He shrugs and mutters something about the quilting ladies being at the bookstore. Everyone knows that Courage County has an extremely active rumor mill thanks to the quilting circle. The only thing those women are patching together are tales about what everyone else is doing.
Of course, he’s spending all of his spare time at the bookstore. He was always at the library as a kid. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s read half the books in there. Fiction, non-fiction. It doesn’t matter, whatever he can get his hands on.