Page 129 of Heartland

“It’s nice,” she says.

Parts of me beg to differ. But itisnice. I close my eyes and try to relax.

The silence stretches onward, and after a while I wonder if Chastity has fallen asleep. So I hold very still. I’m pleasantly turned on and too keyed up to sleep. But I’m too happy to care.

Chastity suddenly sits up. “Fuck it,” she says. Before I can ask what she means, she rips her T-shirt over her head, allowing her breasts to bounce free.

“Hello,” I say, startled.

She’s not done. She gets up on her knees and wiggles out of her panties, and the view is right out of my best fantasies. And then? She leans down, slides a hand beneath the sheet and pulls my cock out of my pajama pants.

“Holy hell, you’re initiating—” She strokes me, and I break off on a moan. “Is this real life?”

“Yes. It is. And a cute guy told me life is short.” She bends down and takes my cock in her mouth. I make a noise of shock and pleasure. She pops off and says, “I mean, I still love it when you take over. But this is good, too.”

“Unnngh,” I say as she licks the length of me. I put my hands behind my head and let myself enjoy it.

Or that’s the plan, anyway. A few minutes later, I remember that Chastity said we were cleared to have sex without condoms.

That’s when I have to grab her, roll over, and press her naked body down on the bed. “Good job with Chapter Seventeen,” I say, a little breathless already. “But I need to throw away the textbook again.”

“Go,” she says. “Do it.”

Kissing her again, I do.

* * *

The next thing I know, there’s a light rap on the door, and then the sound of it opening. “Dyl? Sorry to wake you but I needed to know where you put the small gage—” My brother’s question breaks off suddenly. “Whoa. Sorry.” The door snaps shut again.

I roll over. “The snips are on a nail on the wall of the goat enclosure,” I croak.

“Should have knocked, sorry,” Griff says. “Merry Christmas to you both. You might want to wake up at some point and give Mom her present.”

“Will do.”

When Griffin leaves the bunkhouse, I give Chastity a squeeze. At least we were fully covered by the quilt. “Sorry about that. I know you like your privacy.”

“I don’t think I have any of that anymore,” she murmurs. “Besides, it’s worth it to be here with you.”

“Are you brave enough to walk into breakfast with sex hair?”

She flinches. “I don’t know. Can I run home and get changed? I have to give Maeve her present.”

“Of course you can. Take my truck.”

“Really?” she squeaks. “Alone? There’s snow on the ground.”

“I’ll drive you if you want. But the plow would have come by already. It’s after nine. And I know you can do it.”

Chastity gives me a kiss on the nose. “Dylan, do you have a black eye?”

“Maybe.” I touch the sensitive spot on my eye socket. “Eh, that’s nothing.”

“How’d you get it?”

“It’s a long story involving my big bag of crazy and Griffin’s elbow.”

She gives me a funny look. Then she gets up to get dressed.