Page 63 of That Conflicted Feeling

Thebolt on the shed door slides back with a squeak.Ittakes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark inside.

Butwhen they do, there’s a surprise waiting. “Holyfuck.”

“Ow,”Pollyyells whenIstep back and land on her foot in my shock at seeing three pairs of glassy eyes staring back at me.

“Whatthe fuck are these?”

Sheleans around me to look. “Oh, shit.Llamas.”

“Llamas?”

“Yeah, this is the enclosure whereAudrey’sdoing rides for the kids on her llamas.”

Ican’t believe this.Cockblockedby a trio of llamas.

Well, fuck that.

ItakePolly’shand again and pull her inside. “Comeon.”

Sheresists. “Wecan’t.That’scrazy.Maybethe llamas are here to stop us doing something we might regret.”

“Theonly thingI’llregret is not having my mouth back on yours sometime in the next ten seconds.”

Shepeers around me again. “Doesit smell?”

“Idon’t care.There’sa corner over there behind that pile of hay, or straw, or whatever the hell it is.”

Giggling, she follows me inside and shuts the door behind us.

There’sone small window on the far side behind the llamas, but other than that it’s dark and private.Andactually, doesn’t smell bad at all.

Asshe turns and carefully places the wine and wreath on one of the bales,Islide my arms around her waist and rest my aching cock against the buttI’veadmired sinceIfirst saw it pointing skyward on the sidewalk.

“Thisis the craziest thingIhave ever done,” she says, tipping her head back against my chest as her eyelids give up the fight and drop shut.

Ibury my face in her hair and inhale a giant lungful of her sweet fruity scent as her hands slide down the outside of my thighs, setting off fireworks in my groin.

“Yeah, the llamas are a trip,”Iwhisper asInibble the edge of her ear.

“Hmm, them too.Imeant my complete inability to keep my hands off a man hellbent on destroying me.”

Sheburies her fingers in my butt cheeks and my heart damn near bursts free from my chest.

“Christ, you taste good.”Isuck and nibble and lick her neck, goosebumps erupting under my tongue.Shefalls back against me asIreach down and scoop my hand under her dress.There’llbe no stopping halfway up her thigh this time.

Sheshudders and sighs at my light teasing strokes on the way up.It’sas much a tease for me as for her.

AsIreach the prize of her oh-so-damp underwear,Islide my other hand up to the breasts thatI’dwatched beating at the neckline of her dress only minutes ago.

Shegives herself over completely, relaxes back against me, and surrenders all control.Ican’t imagine that happens often.

Mydick strains against my jeans, my heart thumps against her back asIpress my groin harder against her ass and slide a finger inside her panties.

Shegroans, reaches up behind my neck, and pushes her fingers through my hair.

Ilose myself in her warm, soft silkiness. “Christ, you’re wet.”

Isuck on her earlobe as she pushes her butt back into me.