Accidental Knight: A Marriage Mistake Romance(74)

Then her face lights up as she looks around, almost as bright and perfect and beautiful as the halo around her. “Whoa! It’s still here!”

She rushes to the front corner, where a rough-hewn table is attached to the wall and a small, crude bench is pushed underneath it.

“This was my writing table.” She pulls out the bench and sits down. “It’s a little small for me now, but at the time it was perfect.” Smiling, she runs a hand over the table. “For a couple of years when I was little, I wanted to be a writer. I’d sit up here for hours penning stories about girls and their horses. I think Gramps kept a few tucked away in a drawer somewhere.”

It’s so vivid I can almost see it. Her as a little girl high on dreams, sitting there, scribbling away.

“And over there,” she says, pointing to the stack of hay behind me while standing up. “That’s the spot where I’d always take an afternoon nap.”

I grab another hay bale. “That couldn’t have been real comfortable.”

“Oh, it was, and it smelled so good. There’s just something about it, something warm and familiar.”

Fuck. The last thing I need right now is picturing her lying down in this mess of hay, sunlight exploding around her, illuminating every sweet bit of her begging for my mouth.

Snarling, I toss more hay down the opening and when I turn around, she’s climbing on the stacked bales.

“Hey, watch yourself up there!” I holler, afraid she’ll lose her balance.

“I’d climb all the way to the top,” she says, while climbing the next level. “And lie down with my hands behind my head, content with life. I miss that sometimes.”

She does exactly what she says. Slips down on the top row, with her hands behind her head, smiling off into the half beam of sun falling across her face.

I’d stacked the bales in here last fall and have been throwing them down for Edison every week since. There’s only a single row of bales left on the top.

“Be careful,” I say, grabbing another bale from the wide bottom row. “You might slip off and fall.”

Her defiant laugh echoes off the ceiling. “That’s what Gramps always used to say when I’d beg him to let me sleep out here all night long. He never did let—”

Her sentence turns into a shrill squeal.

Fuck, I toss the bale down the opening and spin around just in time to see her look up. She’s already tumbled off the top row and is about to fall off the second. There’s barely a third row, a fourth, and then the hard floor.

Leaping forward, onto the stack, I race over and catch her as she rolls.

Though she’s not heavy, my foot slips between two bales, and we both end up sliding onto the bigger fourth row.

I’d twisted to prevent myself from landing on top of her. Instead, she’s on top of me, laughing her little head off.

She plants both hands on my shoulders and arches her back, giving me a full view of those tits stolen straight from heaven.

Shit. My mouth goes cotton dry.

The neckline of her tank top never plunged that low before. I’d have noticed the lacy edges of her bra, those perfect, palm-sized swells straining at their confinements.

Looking up at the top row, she says, “Oof. Either those bales got narrower, or I was a lot smaller back then.”

The pressure of her hips firmly presses against mine, turning my cock hard and pulsing.

She wiggles slightly, as if enjoying how it feels, and then looks down at me. Those forest-green eyes are narrow but bursting with mischief.

I swear, if she’s not fucking careful, she’ll –

Her hips move. A coy, teasing grin forms as she senses my hardness, then angles down on my cock.

Her eyes dance across my face, from my eyes to my lips and back again.

“What do you think, Drake?” She lowers her face so our breath mingles, asking in a low murmur, “Are the bales smaller, or am I just bigger now?”

Fuck if I know. I don’t know anything except how bad I want to shred her clothes, pull her legs open, and sink down inside her. Don’t know anything except how bad I’d love to flip her over and pound her so hard we send the top rows crashing down around us.

She knows what she’s doing, too. That thrills the hell out of me, realizing what a glorious tease she is.

I pull off my gloves, tossing them aside, and show her two can play.

My hands don’t hesitate, grasping her ass. I pull down as I grind my hard-on into her, making her feel every rough inch that’s ready to go long and deep. “Parts of you are bigger now, darlin’. Grown up and better.”

Giggling, she kisses my chin before lifting her head and arching her back again, giving me a full view of those tits, twin moons aching to be sucked. “What parts?”

I can’t hold back. I drag my cock against her, delighting in the torture, making sure her pussy gets the full force of my friction. Her fingers clench, bunching up my shirt at the shoulders, and I nearly blow in my pants when I see her eyelids flutter and her lips part.

Fucking mercy. I wait till her eyes are open and locked on mine again before speaking.

“You know what parts I mean. You really want me to be so specific?”

She twists her shoulders, drawing more attention to her tits. “Maybe. Or maybe I just have a tough time understanding, cowboy.”