Snowed In(manxman)

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Two

Will grabbed a rock and threw it with all his might. It hit the water with a resounding splash. With a satisfied smile he picked up another and threw it as well. 

He had never been one to blow up or throw things in temper and he had always laughed at people who did but now he understood. 

This felt good! 

Will picked up another rock and was about to chuck it into the icy river as well when a big callused hand grabbed him by the wrist and stopped him, “What are you doing out here without a coat?” 

Will yanked his arm out of Turner’s grasp and threw the rock. He waited until the ripples subsided before responding, “Throwing a temper. I would think it was something that a man like you would recognize.” 

Turner grunted, “You think so, huh?” 

Will nodded and stooped and grabbed three small rocks in his hand, “Yep. It should be something that’s very familiar to a man like you.” Will threw one rock, “There goes a man out in the snow bank to freeze to death because I’m angry,” he let the second rock fly, “And there goes the sofa into the same snow bank just so I can get my way!” The third rock flew in a similar path to the first two, “Oh and here let me just yell and bluster and hurt everyone around me because I can’t murder everyone who looks at me the wrong way!” 

Will glanced at Turner and saw him grumbling to himself while pinching his nose and glaring at Will over his knuckles, “Really? Are you done now?” 

“No!” Will reached for an especially large rock and slipped on the ice and mud. He cried out with shock, realizing he was going to tumble into the half-frozen river only the be grabbed around the middle, in a grip that was somehow strong and yet tender enough to keep from hurting his nearly healed incision or ribs. 

Will found himself pulled against Turner’s broad frame and he cursed the reaction that his own traitorous body had. He was mad as hell at Turner and hurt by the man’s earlier words and yet somehow with a simple touch Turner had him ready and willing to drop his trousers and bend over. Pathetic. Will was pathetic. 

“What are you doing?!” Will demanded when he realized that Turner was dragging him toward the barn. 

“Getting you out of the cold air, you pain in my ass,” Turner grumbled. 

“Technically you’re the only one that causes a pain in any asses in this relationship,” Will pointed out, attempting to struggle out of Turner’s grasp but finding that it was impossible. 

Turner’s silence was all that meant Will’s argument but he wasn’t ready to stop, “You know what you are? You’re a mean, hateful, brooding, son of a bitch!” 

Turner sighed, “My mother isn’t a nice woman so I can’t argue there.” 

“You are bossy, arrogant and temperamental. You don’t care on bit about whether or not you hurt those that care about you, you blockheaded jackass! You’re a damned bastard, is what you are! A condescending, venom-mouthed…..”