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“I hope you don’t mind that I raided your kitchen and made an extra piece of bacon for the would-be thief.”

Anna tucked into perfectly cooked sunny-side up eggs in front of her and groaned with pleasure.

“Oh my god. Perfect eggs. Yum. And not a problem. I feed my cat bits of bacon, and besides, what lady doesn’t love food after working up an appetite with a sexy man?”

Kyle broke off a tiny bit of bacon and fed it to the cat in the third chair at the table. He looked up and met Anna’s eyes. A wide grin of masculine pride spread across his face.

“I enjoy taking care of a woman’s needs, both in and out of the bedroom. I am a bit of a white knight. Come in, rescue the girl, show her a good time, feed her food. You know, the basics.”

“It’s the white truck,” Anna managed between bites of crunchy bacon.

Kyle laughed and took a bite of egg off his fork. “I come riding in with my truck and tattoos and fix cars and defend your honor.”

“Sometimes it’s nice to be treated like a lady, you know. I could get use to all the pampering, even if I am a bit sore now.” She stretched in the chair. Her body remembered the exact kind of orgasmic pampering he had showed her multiple times during the night.

“I am sorry about Ariana, by the way.” Kyle shoved a bite of food around his plate, careful to keep his attention focused downward.

Anna touched his hand. “Not your fault that she doesn’t know how to let go of you.”

His sad eyes met hers, and she wrapped her fingers in his. “She didn’t use to be that way. When we were in high school, she was a sweet, kind girl, but once she moved out of her parent’s house, she just changed. I held onto her, afraid that if I left, she might end up in a much worse place. The final straw came when I caught her in bed with that piece of work you met last night.”

“I’m so sorry.” Anna gave his fingers a light squeeze. She knew the pain of love lost.

“It was over way before then, so it really didn’t shock me. She just stuck around in the end for the money. I had just started my business and times were good. She met him one day while we were out at a home improvement show trying to drum up business. He was a competitor. It hurt real bad at first, but then I realized they deserve each other. He tries to poach my clients by bad-mouthing my work and calling me names. Has for years. And not just my clients, but other people’s too. When all that shit talk finally started costing him money, Ariana started trying to get back together with me. I put an end to that real fast, but she ends up running off just about any woman I try to get with, either by tellin’ lies or slashing tires.”

Anna felt like smashing the other woman’s nose again. Even though Kyle sounded over the whole situation, she knew it would still hurt to have someone you use to love do those things. “Eh, let her try to run me off. I already smashed her nose once, I can do it again.”

Anna gathered up their finished plates and spoke with her back turned. “She has messed with the wrong chick. I learned to take care of myself after a crazy ex of mine. When we were together, he came after me one night. I knew it was coming, but I kept hoping that if I calmed him and tried not to piss him off he would be better, like when we first got together. He was my first love. That night broke me.”

Anna felt strong arms wrap around her from behind. She leaned into his body and felt light kisses peppered on her neck. His offered warmth and affection eased her soul.

“But I vowed to never let it break me. I started taking self-defense classes and got into therapy. I am still a little shaky when it comes to relationships, but I am so much better.”

Kyle turned Anna around. “Why me? Why did you decide after everything, my drama that I got you mixed up in, to allow me to stick around?”

Anna looked away sheepishly and squirmed between the sink and Kyle. “You aren’t boring…” she said under her breath.

Kyle let out a little puff of amusement and wrapped his arms back around her. “I sure as hell hope I’m not.”

“I have been on so many boring first dates. You have no idea. You not only fixed my car when for all you knew I was some weird creeper, you also hit a man for insulting me. While you do have a crazy ex, I can say I have never had a more interesting time.” Her fingers traced the hollows of his collarbones and the edges of the tattoos.

“Where those the only times you found me interesting?” Kyle asked, his fingers tracing small paths on Anna’s neck. Her body shivered under his touch.

Anna moved her curious fingers further south. With just the tips of her nails, she teased the little silver bars piercing his nipples. A groan slipped from Kyle’s parted lips. She felt his body stir against her.

“I do find these really, really interesting.” Her fingers plucked at his nipples.

“Woman, you are killing me.” Kyle pressed his rigid lower body against Anna’s thighs.

“I hope not. I just got my energy back.” Anna opened her legs around him and pressed her heat against him. Both of them made sounds of pleasure as Kyle rubbed his clothed shaft against her heat.

“I can think of some interesting ways to put that energy to use.” Anna gasped as Kyle scooped her up.

Anna placed her arms around his neck and laughed while he carried her back into the bedroom.

“I bet you can, because you are very interesting man, Kyle Wilson, with some very interesting plans.”

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M
onday morning came
too soon for Anna. She yawned as she pulled the front door to the office open slowly, not relishing the idea of working.

“You look beat,” Lesa greeted as Anna slid down into her chair.

“I think she looks thoroughly fucked,” Sam said more boldly.

Anna chuckled and sat her stuff down at her desk with a thunk.

“Thank you for basically saying I look like shit, y’all.”

Laughter surrounded her.

“It’s your jaw, honey,” voiced Lesa. “We can all see that bruise there, despite the makeup.”

Anna simply huffed and deflected further questions. “I had an eventful weekend. I might tell all y’all later, but right now, just let me work.”

The other women made noises about making her tell, but Anna somehow managed to keep the details of her weekend to herself. There was no need to tell them about bar brawls and crazy monkey sex all over her house with the hunk who mowed the lawn for their company. Later she simply made an excuse about being clumsy when asked about the bruise and ignored all further inquiry by popping in her headphones.

She couldn’t, however, ignore the feeling of satisfaction she got from the soreness between her legs. Kyle and Anna had managed to spend the rest of the weekend exploring each other, alternating between watching TV and other, more adult, forms of entertainment. Kyle had exhausted her with multiple orgasms and then somehow managed to refill her energy with snacks and meals from her kitchen. She was glad he seemed to enjoy sex and cooking because she enjoyed it too.

Midafternoon, Anna felt a small tap on her shoulder.

“Your man is back outside,” Sam told her.

Anna’s heart flipped as she skipped over to the window. Once again, all the women in the office were staring out. Anna joined them and stared at the man she had just spent the weekend with. Like the last time she saw him outside the window, he was working shirtless in the heat. Unlike the last time, his muscled back and strong forearms were covered in red scratches. Signs of their weekend of sex were plain for everyone to see. Anna grinned like the Cheshire cat and chuckled.

“He looks like he has been mauled by a tiger,” Liz whispered beside her.

Anna had to repress her laughter and simply nodded at the other woman.

As if he could hear sense all of them at the window, Kyle turned and waved at the group. Instead of running away, they turned collectively towards Anna.

Anna waved and blew a kiss towards Kyle, which he caught and placed on his cheek. Without saying a word, Anna walked back to her desk, knowing exactly what was on the other women’s minds. They should be totally ashamed of their dirty thoughts. After all, that hot landscaper was now hers.

The End

I would like to thank Laramie Briscoe for making this box set happen and for all her constant support. You make dreams happen for so many people, including yourself. I love you to the bottom of my heart and am so happy that we met all those years ago. Stella—thank you for being your awesome self. You make my stories so much better. Aimie—thank you for absolutely everything. Your help and encouragement have made such a difference. I feel less lost and more optimistic now that I have you involved! And finally, I would like to thank my husband. Lawnmower Lover will always be my favorite title, despite its fetish connotations.

A Novella of the Heaven Hill Series #6.5

Laramie Briscoe

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Mechanic and Teacher

Laid back and Fiery

Love isn’t easy. Sometimes it isn’t patient, sometimes it isn’t kind, but there’s one thing that will make you appreciate your significant other. The way they make you feel when you come though the other side of a rough patch.

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F
reedom! Bianca Hawks,
or B to her close friends, could taste it. It tasted of ice cream on long summer nights with friends and other members of the Heaven Hill MC and hot summer days sneaking away somewhere with her boyfriend, Jagger Stone. Glancing up at the clock, she mentally counted down the seconds until the bell would ring at 3:30. It was the starting pistol that would signal the freedom she so desperately craved.

The noise level in her classroom was deafening as her students counted down, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. As soon as they’d walked into the school that morning, they’d begun an hourly countdown, and she’d secretly counted down with them. There was something magical about the last day of school. Students passed onto another grade, and teachers were thankful they still had all their hair on their head.

“Five, four, three, two, one!” The screams were loud as were the goodbyes to her as the teenagers made their way out of her classroom.

She waved to a few of her favorites and then went around the room picking up the things she needed to take home. Only what she knew she would need immediately was added to her bag, anything bigger she could always come back for. The only reason she hadn’t left with the kids was because, as an adult, she was expected to have a little more control and not be so anxious for two months of sleeping in. Within fifteen minutes, she had everything she needed and turned off the lights in the room. Closing the door, she smiled happily to herself. She’d successfully survived her first year as a high school teacher, and her third year teaching was now in the books. A mental middle finger went up to everyone who’d ever told her she couldn’t do it. She had done it and done it well if her reports from the principal were any indication.

Now, though, it was time to go get her man. It was her mission to make sure he had as good a time this summer as she did. The last few weeks had been rocky for the two of them, and she knew they needed some relaxation, and if it were up to her, that would start right now.