Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
“Ay up miduck!”
Izzy freezes at the bottom of the stairs, her expression comically confused as her eyes dart from me to Matthew beside me, and back again.
Shit. The words just flew from my mouth like projectile vomit.
“What did you just say?”
I blink. “Ah… I said, ‘Hello.’”
She chuckles with a devious glint in her eye. “That’s not what you said.”
“What’s going on?” Will comes into the living room, drying his hands on a towel.
“Asher just called Iz a duck, and I think she’s insulted,” Matthew provides, not looking up from his phone and sounding uninterested.
“Why? Ducks are cute.” Will purses his lips and sticks the towel in his apron.
Izzy laughs. “I wasn’t insulted. I just didn’t hear what Asher actually said.”
I let out a disgruntled sigh. Suppose I need to explain. “It’s just a greeting. Everyone says it where I’m from.”
Izzy comes closer, looking a touch devious, her eyes hooded. “Say it again,” she demands, her tone a bit sultry.
And I am now powerless.
I clear my throat, sit up a bit, say it again with less enthusiasm. “Ay up miduck.”
The grin on her face is absolute joy as she rushes over and sits in my lap.
Well, I couldn’t complain about this turn of events.
She leans in and kisses the side of my face. “See? That wasn’t so difficult.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip before she leans in again, this time close to my ear, where, although everyone in the room can hear her, she whispers, “You should speak Northerner to me more often.”
Her hand glides down my torso to rest on my stiffening cock, and I let out a quiet groan, which makes both Will and Matthew chuckle at me.
“I dunno, man. I’d do what the lady says.” Matthew gives me a knowing look. “I find doing what you’re told can be very beneficial.”
Well, then. Who am I to argue with that?