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“Hope he’s got protection,” I murmur.

Tristan laughs and pulls a folded blanket and basket off the back of the ATV. He spreads it out and pulls out a soda, grapes, and cheese, then tells me to take a seat. It was very thoughtful of him to think of bringing snacks.

I lie down and look straight up at the sky, a sigh leaving my lips. Then turn my head to look at Tristan, who’s looking up at the sky, his head resting on his hands. Molly giggles in the distance, and I think about hearing her today.

It had to have turned him on, too, right? It couldn’t have just affected me.

“Um, Tristan?” I ask.

“Yeah?” he asks, not even looking at me.

“Today, when we heard Molly and Holden…” He turns to look at me, a twinkle in his eye. I take a deep breath before lowering my gaze to the grass behind him. I can do this. “Did it turn you on?”

A smile creeps over his face as he rolls to his side, resting his head on his hand. I can feel his warm breath fan across my face and glance back at him when he runs his finger along my cheek.

“Why? Did it turn you on, Lana?” He lowers his voice so it comes out deep and a touch husky. My skin sears under the touch of his finger that’s still on my cheek.

Lie.Don’t tell him the truth. It’s going to make it that much harder to face him if he knows.

I can’t even look at him to answer, so I turn my head, and his finger drops from my face. “No. I just didn’t know if it turned you on.”

He drags his upper half over me and places his arm on the other side of my head, caging me below him. He presses his chest against mine, and I can feel his heart beating fast against his ribcage. My breath comes out in shallow pants, and my lips instinctively part.

“Yes, it did,” he accuses. “Because it was hot, and yes, it turned me on, too.”

I inch my face toward his, and he pulls back, sliding off me. “Time to find some shooting stars. If you wish hard enough, one of them might come true.” He lies back again, and I miss the heat of his body looming over me.

I sigh.Maybe we can get naked like Molly and Holden.

Chapter 12

Tristan

“Maybe we can get naked like Molly and Holden,” she mutters quietly to herself.

Did she really just say that out loud? I mean, she muttered it under her breath, but I’m pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to hear it. Still, I want that so fucking bad. My intent with coming out here—besides showing her the stars—was maybe for some dry humping, something to take the edge off this pent-up energy. She’s driving me insane, and I don’t even think she realizes it.

Ever since I felt her against me in the water, I’ve had fantasies of taking her and fucking her hard and fast. I’d make her come all over me and then make her clean it as I come in her mouth. The idea has been running through my mind all day, making it hard to control myself. Especially because tomorrow she’s eighteen and then the only thing stopping me is her.

She still has the damn pigtails in, and I keep picturing her on her knees with my dick between her lips as I pull her face forward by her hair. Molly shrieks and giggles again. I clench my jaw and take a deep breath through my nose.Fucking Holden.He’s making this really difficult for me.

I sit up and open the container of grapes. I need some sort of distraction.

“So, what’s on the agenda for tomorrow?” I ask, popping a grape into my mouth.

She sits up and crosses her legs in front of her. “I don’t know,” she says on a shrug. “I have another book I can read. Maybe I’ll come out here and sit under a tree. Isn’t there a dance or something tomorrow night?”

“Thursday. We have them every week. If I’m not too busy with guests, I help Mom and Dad teach a basic line dance so the guests can have some fun.” I offer her a grape, and she pops it into her mouth. “Isn’t it your birthday tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’m not making a big deal about it and I’ve asked Mom and Dad not to either. We will celebrate when we get home.” She asks what I’m up to. Her eyes light up with hope only to disappear when I tell her I’m booked for riding lessons during the day. One of the families wants to get their younger kids on a horse before they head back to Illinois. Since most only come here for a week, time is almost out for them.

After another twenty minutes or so, Molly and Holden wander back, and he lays a blanket beside us to sit on. I glare at him, and he gives me an innocent look before his lips turn up into a cocky grin.Asshole.

“Don’t be jealous,” he whispers.

I am. That’s the problem. He’s taking care of his needs—and, from the sound of it, her needs, too. Lana shifts in her spot and stands after a few minutes. She wanders away from the blanket, so I chase after her.

“Hey, everything okay?” I ask as I fall in step next to her.