He’d been startled by how good the mini-scene was, and wanted to pursue that further. She’d been so into it when they started. What the hell had happened?
Mindy seemed to recognize that more explanation was needed. She forced her arms down, propping her hands on her hips and rocking up onto her toes a few times. “I mean, it was a good scene, that’s all. It was unexpected but fun.”
“Okay.” It really wasn’t okay, but she wasn’t wrong, either. It had been a good scene. “Right.”
“It wasn’t that heavy, so . . . I’m good. And I like to maintain some boundaries.”
“Sure. As long as you don’t need anything more, after a scene—”
“Well, not after that. That was like thirty percent scene, seventy percent ill-advised beej and dry humping.”
Ouch . Still probably not wrong, but she didn’t sound like she believed herself. She sounded more like she was afraid he was going to be a dick about things. Like she was protecting herself. He couldn’t say that wasn’t smart, given the circumstances. There had also been kind of a hate-fucking undertone happening, if he was being honest with himself, so the distance afterward probably made sense objectively. He didn’t love that, he’d preferred the snuggling, but it might be all Mindy wanted.
What was he supposed to do? Urge her to accept a hug when she said she didn’t want one? She’d already let him switch her until they were both literally panting with need, then sucked him off, then put on an incredible show and gotten him half-hard again. Asking for more right now seemed like it would be more needy than commanding.
And he really did have a lot of shit to do.
He clapped his hands, ready for a subject change. “Okay then. So, uh . . . I need to move this shelf and look at the stones. If you want to help, that would be great.”
Her confused look was pretty adorable. But Logan was clearly at the stage where he’d find anything Mindy did adorable. And not just because of the great blow job. It had started before that. The smiles. The way her hair smelled. The way she hooked her thumbs through her belt loops. The way she sometimes nodded like she was doing the cheerleader head-bob. Ready? Okay!
They only had a week. Less than that, because it was already Sunday and she’d be gone on Thursday. It didn’t seem like long enough. Not nearly.
“I thought that was just an excuse to get me in here. And possibly add me to your murder list.” She grabbed the other side of the rickety shelf and helped him lift it away from the wall.
“Murder list? No, Diego really did want me to check out the mortar.” Which, he could clearly see, was flaking away so badly in this spot he was surprised daylight wasn’t gleaming through. Shit . One more expense.
“Yeah, this shack or whatever looks like, you know . . . the murder hut. The big house looks so normal, and nobody suspects, but then the cops stumble across this and realize you’ve been wallpapering it all along with cutout pictures of your victims and maybe some—ooh, that’s a big spider—maybe some beautiful mind equations or something. Don’t kill it!”
“ Don’t kill it?”
“It’s probably just an orb weaver. Like Moose!”
“Moose . . . ?”
Mindy looked abashed. “He’s my cabinmate. But it’s okay. He isn’t hurting anything.”
The spider scuttled between two stones, and Logan crouched down to scope its escape route. “Daylight. Dammit.”
“Do you have to get a stone mason? Are there still stone masons?”
“Here, let’s put this shelf back in case Diego decides to use this. Then head back to the house. Yeah, there are still stone masons. Not right in town, but there are a few folks pretty close by. Might have to get somebody from Fredericksburg or somewhere.”
“Is it expensive?”
And he remembered why that mattered to her, and he glanced across the shelf at her as they fitted it back against the wall. He had been stupid to let his guard down even for a
Mindy seemed to recognize that more explanation was needed. She forced her arms down, propping her hands on her hips and rocking up onto her toes a few times. “I mean, it was a good scene, that’s all. It was unexpected but fun.”
“Okay.” It really wasn’t okay, but she wasn’t wrong, either. It had been a good scene. “Right.”
“It wasn’t that heavy, so . . . I’m good. And I like to maintain some boundaries.”
“Sure. As long as you don’t need anything more, after a scene—”
“Well, not after that. That was like thirty percent scene, seventy percent ill-advised beej and dry humping.”
Ouch . Still probably not wrong, but she didn’t sound like she believed herself. She sounded more like she was afraid he was going to be a dick about things. Like she was protecting herself. He couldn’t say that wasn’t smart, given the circumstances. There had also been kind of a hate-fucking undertone happening, if he was being honest with himself, so the distance afterward probably made sense objectively. He didn’t love that, he’d preferred the snuggling, but it might be all Mindy wanted.
What was he supposed to do? Urge her to accept a hug when she said she didn’t want one? She’d already let him switch her until they were both literally panting with need, then sucked him off, then put on an incredible show and gotten him half-hard again. Asking for more right now seemed like it would be more needy than commanding.
And he really did have a lot of shit to do.
He clapped his hands, ready for a subject change. “Okay then. So, uh . . . I need to move this shelf and look at the stones. If you want to help, that would be great.”
Her confused look was pretty adorable. But Logan was clearly at the stage where he’d find anything Mindy did adorable. And not just because of the great blow job. It had started before that. The smiles. The way her hair smelled. The way she hooked her thumbs through her belt loops. The way she sometimes nodded like she was doing the cheerleader head-bob. Ready? Okay!
They only had a week. Less than that, because it was already Sunday and she’d be gone on Thursday. It didn’t seem like long enough. Not nearly.
“I thought that was just an excuse to get me in here. And possibly add me to your murder list.” She grabbed the other side of the rickety shelf and helped him lift it away from the wall.
“Murder list? No, Diego really did want me to check out the mortar.” Which, he could clearly see, was flaking away so badly in this spot he was surprised daylight wasn’t gleaming through. Shit . One more expense.
“Yeah, this shack or whatever looks like, you know . . . the murder hut. The big house looks so normal, and nobody suspects, but then the cops stumble across this and realize you’ve been wallpapering it all along with cutout pictures of your victims and maybe some—ooh, that’s a big spider—maybe some beautiful mind equations or something. Don’t kill it!”
“ Don’t kill it?”
“It’s probably just an orb weaver. Like Moose!”
“Moose . . . ?”
Mindy looked abashed. “He’s my cabinmate. But it’s okay. He isn’t hurting anything.”
The spider scuttled between two stones, and Logan crouched down to scope its escape route. “Daylight. Dammit.”
“Do you have to get a stone mason? Are there still stone masons?”
“Here, let’s put this shelf back in case Diego decides to use this. Then head back to the house. Yeah, there are still stone masons. Not right in town, but there are a few folks pretty close by. Might have to get somebody from Fredericksburg or somewhere.”
“Is it expensive?”
And he remembered why that mattered to her, and he glanced across the shelf at her as they fitted it back against the wall. He had been stupid to let his guard down even for a
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