Page 28 of Bouquets and Buckles
It’s way too goddamn cold out here to be sinking into her, even though that’s a particular fantasy I’ve played out in my mind’s eye one too many times over the past couple of days.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
“You can tell me anything.” I lean one arm over her, high on the wall, brushing our bodies together.
She bites her bottom lip, and the glassy look in her eyes spells my impending doom. Because I know it, I know whatever comes out of this girl’s mouth next, I’ll agree to.
Her tiny fingers curl into the front of my jacket, and she goes up on tiptoes. I have to duck my head lower so that she can reach my ear and it sends a shudder roaming through me.
Illicit thoughts drift in of having days, months, years on end when this could be a reality between us.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Rhodes, but I forgot to put any panties on.” Skylar’s voice is a sultry whisper. “And I can feel you running down my thighs.”
“Jesus.” I swallow thickly. My pulse starts thudding hard as hoofbeats in my neck.
“Then you had to go and stroll around in that hat and those jeans… and…” She peeks up at me through a heavy curtain of lashes.
“Are you telling me that your needy little pussy is out here bare and slutty and dripping with my cum?” With my other hand not leaning on the wall, I rub my thumb back and forth across her bottom lip before tugging it down.
I’m fucking addicted to the way her pupils blow out when I treat her this way. A little bit stern, but mostly just teasing her and telling her how perfect she is.
Goddamn, if it doesn’t make everything insanely hot that my cum is still inside her from when I had her bent over the bathroom counter this morning.
“Do you want to see?” Her words are soft. Delicate. Just like her.
Fuck. I might just forget my damn mind and propose to this girl.
“I didn’t think I could find a way to fuck you out here, but I might have to change that plan.” I press my thumb into her mouth, and the good girl she is, Skylar swirls her tongue around and laps at the pad.
Pushing off the wall, I grasp my hat and lift it off, placing it over her pastel pink waves.
As I sink down to my knees in front of her, those blue eyes widen, and her lips hang parted as she watches me.
I give her a wink as my fingers hook into her waistband.
“Suits you, sweetheart.”
“Does it?” Her fingers seek out my hair in the way I’m absolutely addicted to. I want those nails digging into my scalp and tugging hard as often as possible.
“Mmmm. You’re gonna have to let me see you wear it from another angle, just so I can really get a good look at you.” I flick the button on her jeans. “I think you’re gonna have to ride me withonlythat on. Right now, there are too many clothes on this perfect body for me to be certain.”
She laughs, a light tinkling feminine sound, the kind of playful noise that is so foreign in this barn, but one that feels so fucking right. Her stomach caves as my fingers press against the softness of her skin.
Just as I work her jeans down, just as I lean forward to lick a long line over her pouty clit—plump and begging for my attention—and suck it into my mouth, there’s the sound of a vehicle outside.
Tires crunch over the snow, muffled music plays as the two people I certainly have no interest in seeing pull up next to the barn.
“Oh my god.” The fingers that should be guiding me to exactly where Skylar wants my long, slow kisses are now tugging me off her. “Is it Brad?”
I hastily wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. Fucking fuck.
“Christ. Do you want me to get rid of him?” I get to my feet, helping pull her jeans back up. I’d gladly give anything, find any excuse under the sun, to tell my son to fuck right off right now.
She bats my hands away. Eyes gone round as the moon.
“Just go stall him,” she hisses.
I hate everything about what this means… that our time has ended in an abrupt halt. If I’d known this morning was our last chance to be alone together, I wouldn’t have come to the stables at all.