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He pulls my hand and gets three yellow rose bushes.

“The dirt is going to get everywhere in your car,” I tell him.

“I’ll get it washed.” He shrugs.

I cross my arms, waiting as he gets the flowers. He heads back over to me once he’s paid.

“You want to keep looking around or are you ready to go?”

“I’m ready.”

He nods and takes my hand. Leading me to the car while someone loads up the roses in the back seat.

I sit in the front, dumbfounded. I’m in utter disbelief. How can a guy like Grant like me so much? I search for some clue in my head as to how we got here, but nothing is coming to mind.

I know what it is—he’s a crazy person. I’m falling for a crazy person. Just my luck.

~

We drive back home, the conversation silent. A rock station plays in the background while the smell of dirt fills the car. Once we reach Grant’s house, we greet Queenie who is waiting for us at the door.

“You okay, Sunshine?” He kisses my cheek after petting Queenie.

“Oh.” I flick my hand. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“Okay, I’m going to plant these bushes. You want to help?”

I shake my head. “No thanks.”

“Okay. Shouldn’t be long. Just want to make sure they won’t die sitting around here.”

“I understand.”

He goes out to the garage, unloads his plants from the car and then finds some soil in the garage he pulls out. Queenie and I watch him from the front window in his front office. It’s surrounded with bookshelves, and a grand wooden desk sits overlooking the window. He digs one hole in the same shorts and shirt he had on earlier. A sheen of sweat appears as he continues working. He removes his shirt and tosses it by the front door. I fidget with my hair and bite my lower lip.

Now I can see every muscle tense, his hair moving slightly as he pushes his foot into the shovel. My lady parts are melting. I can’t stop gawking at the massive muscles on his arms. His hands cover over the shovel handle,manhandling it like it’s a toothpick.

My finger is by my mouth, wanting to put something of his in there. I’m having flashbacks to when I used to watch him out the window when I was younger. Except now, I could go out there and be with him. Something about watching him from afar is making my feet stay planted where they are.

He digs and plants three yellow rose bushes. Then takes a couple steps back, admiring his work on his new additions to his yard. I shuffle away, thinking of a fantasy I could give him.

Chapter 41

Grant

It’s getting close to dinner time. I’m watching the sun go down from a chair in the garage with a lite beer, winding down. Lana comes out to join me.

“Hey.” She has a little smirk, looking like a seductive ball of trouble. She presses the button to close the garage. My dick hardens watching her walk over to me. She brings her shirt up over her head in slow motion. Her magnificent tits are on display. She must’ve already taken off her bra.

She comes over to me and kneels between my legs. I lick my bottom lip while sitting with my legs spread apart and an arm over my chair. She unbuttons my pants without looking at me. I lift my hips to help her as she pulls my pants down. She grabs my dick, which is hard as a rock. I need her to look up at me. I grasp her chin.

“I want to see you staring at me the whole time, Lana.” She looks from side to side with a blush. “Keep your eyes on mine. Got it?” I release her chin as she takes me in her mouth.

“Oh yeah, baby girl. Let me see how much of me you can take.”

She moans around my cock, making me almost blow right there. I grab one of her tits and play with her nipple.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy, Lana. I love seeing your lips around me.”