Shenanigans (Complete)

Wake up

Holly's POV

I woke up the next morning to see, wind and thunder still hitting the house. I groaned flopping back on the mattress. I hated working during this, I was happy to have the barn now, made life so much easier. But from the hay shed to the barn was always a wild one. Hay, sand, and who knew what else was always getting in my eyes. I groaned again as I stood. Coffee that always fixed this. Opening the door, I saw that the couch was together and it looked like I had dreamed of the stuck situation with... Holy mother of God...

Standing in the middle of my kitchen was the sexiest sight I had ever seen. EVER. Marc was only wearing sweats, he had coffee made and seemed to be making breakfast. Every muscle in his back on display along with every tattoo too.

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Marc's POV

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I heard her door open and close. I guessed she would be fully dressed. When I turned around, her hair was tousled from sleep, she was in a tank, and cute little PJ shorts. Fuckity f**k it was blazingly hot. My little buddy came to attention almost instantly. I had to turn back to the counter to keep her from seeing it. This was going to be tougher than I thought. Especially if she looked like that every morning.

"How do you like your coffee?" I asked hoping it cover-up the reason I turned so fast.

"With just a bit of cream please," I could hear her getting closer. She had no idea I bet how f*****g adorable she was right now.

I poured her coffee, making sure to grab the cream from the fridge to put some in. "Here you go, I will have pancakes ready shortly." I grinned turning back to the stove so I didn't look too long.

"Thank you," I heard her sudden intake of breath as she realized how she was dressed. "I am going to go change." I heard her bare feet move quickly back to her door. I heard the door open and close.

I was a little depressed about her leaving but also knew she kept standing like that I would be burning pancakes while I had her pinned to the counter as I had my wicked way with her. We weren't there yet. One day I sighed as I continued making pancakes. The one thing I remembered from my youth.

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Holly's POV

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I was mortified when I realized I was still in my PJs without a bra! I ran back to dress. Brush my hair and teeth. If he had liked me before, now that he saw what I looked like when I woke up I figured he would have come to his senses.

I walked back out fully dressed to see him still shirtless, showing off this arms and tattoos. Both arms were covered in tribal swirls with writing on them. His chest has a bunch of different things. A couple of wolves, a tree that wrapped around one side, with two dragons on the other. There was more writing I couldn't make out. It all enhanced the planes of his muscles and their size. I gulped again as he handed me a pile of pancakes with the proudest grin I had ever seen. "Here you go," he also handed me my cup of coffee.

"Thank you," I nodded as I turned to the table to see scrambled eggs and some bacon cooked. "How long have you been up?" I asked as I sat down at the little table I had.

"Since the sun poked above the trees." He shrugged settling down across from me with a huge pile of pancakes. "I just hope I remember my grandpa's pancake recipe right." There was that lopsided grin as he said it with a shrug that gave him a boyish charm.

I stalled, I know I did as I felt the bite of pancake fall off my frozen mid-air fork and land with a plop in my lap. I saw him grin as he got up grabbing a roll of paper towels he handed me the roll. "Thanks," blushing as I went to work cleaning the mess off my lap.

"I also loaded the hay cart like I saw the last time you fed." I was stunned by Marc's words.

"Thank you," Looking up to find his honey-colored eyes looking back at me.

"Welcome," he smiled as he ate some of his pancakes. "Mmm," he sighed, "just like I remember." He groaned.

That groan flopped my insides. I have oddly enjoyed this and him. But, reminded me he was not staying. He would be gone before I knew it. I ate my pancakes even though the thought of him leaving made me sad. I would survive, move on with the plans I had.

After finishing my food, I took my plate and got his other dishes in the sink to wash. I felt Marc's hands wrap around my waist, as his voice tickled my ear. "I can do this, go feed." Moving me gently out of the way.

"I was going the thank the chef," I muttered looking at the floor.

Marc chuckled, "You wanna thank the cook?" He raised an eyebrow. I could see the mischievous look in his eye.

Answering this I knew I was at his mercy. "Yes."

"I would take a kiss," Marc's smile became wickedly devilish.

I had formed my plan. "Ok," I kept my eyes on the floor. I straightened my spine, Walking closer to him, I looked up to see he was grinning. I got on my tiptoes for his cheek. Last second he scooped me up, pinning me against his shirtless frame, his mouth landed on mine in a kiss that sent shock waves across my body. I felt my body respond with tingles and butterflies moving from my stomach lower. My hands rested against his warm skin. I sagged into his arms as it felt no need to fight. Everything about this felt right.

When his mouth left mine, I was still a world away. "Did you need help feeding?" I felt the sparks his breath made against my ear waking me out of that world.

"Oh," my eyes opened to realize he did not have me in his arms. But had turned to start washing the dishes. "feeding right, I will be right back." I mumbled more to myself than anyone. Shaking my head as if it would get me right.