Charming as Puck(65)

Kami’s shaking her head at me. “It’s like you don’t even want to make her work for it.”

Sugarbear moos in agreement. Stinks like wet cow in here, and my jacket isn’t helping, so I shrug out of it and toss it outside before pulling the door shut on the shed again. My parents moved all the garden supplies and the riding lawnmower to the garage, so the shelves are bare and Sugarbear’s tied to a hook at the far end.

But just for sleeping overnight.

She’ll get free rein of the yard again in the morning.

“You really want to live on a farm someday?” I ask Kami, because I do pay attention from time to time.

“Sometimes,” she says slowly. “I love the open space, and the lack of traffic, and it just feels so…romantic, I guess. I’d probably actually hate it if I lived there. Plus, all my family’s here. All my friends are here. If I moved out to the country—they’d be so far away.”

“I could get you a helicopter. Cuts down on commute times.”

She tips her head back and laughs, and I can’t help myself.

I grab her at the waist and lean down to kiss those smiling lips.

“Ohmygod, you stink,” she says on another laugh.

“I really do,” I agree.

“Maybe you should lose the shirt too,” she whispers against my mouth.

“Done.”

I whip off the polo and toss it somewhere behind me, backing her against the wall between the door and the window and sliding my hands down her hips. “I missed your lips,” I tell her before I rub mine against hers.

“You do that so well,” she whispers.

“I want to do it all the time.”

I graze her bottom lip with my teeth, and her moan makes me hard in an instant. Painfully, instantly, insistently hard.

“Again,” she gasps.

I bite harder, just to the point that she’s panting, and scrape her lip again. She grips my hair and pulls me tight, wrapping one leg around my hip while she dives into kissing me like we might never see each other again.

Fuck that.

I’m gonna kiss her so good, she can’t imagine life without me.

And I know what she likes.

I know she likes when I go exploring under her shirt, but her vest is tight, so I have to get it off. Except I’m fumbling with the zipper like a toddler, because I want her naked so bad, right now, that I can’t function.

All I can do is kiss her and fumble and oh, fuck me, she’s pinching my nipples, and every last inch of my skin is so fucking turned on now, I swear I’m vibrating. My dick’s straining, and who the fuck thought tight jeans were a good idea?

Her hands are everywhere, and I still can’t get the damn zipper down. My tongue’s halfway down her throat, and she’s both whimpering and giggling as she takes pity on me and helps me get the fucking vest off.

“Never wear that again,” I order as I yank her shirt up and cup those beautiful round orbs in my palms. “Or this,” I say as I slide one hand around her back and manage to actually unhook her bra in one try. “I’m taking it too.”

She laughs while she bites my shoulder. “You cannot have all of my bras.”

“I’ll buy you more. I’ll buy you a hundred. But I get them after you wear them.”

That giggle—I want to bottle it and play it on repeat every hour of the day.

Forget the roar of a crowd.

This is what I’ve been chasing my whole life.

Kami.

I drop to my knees, push her shirt up, pull her bra down, and lick her breasts until she’s panting and gasping and digging her fingers into my shoulders and sliding down the wall, legs parting, that delicious scent of aroused Kami tickling my nose.

And I’m not about to let my nose have all the fun.

So I trail my fingers down her sides and dip them under the waistband of her jeans until she’s panting my name.

“I’m going to take these off you, and I’m going to devour your pussy,” I tell her.

“Yes,” she gasps.

Her knees are wobbling on either side of my shoulders while I kiss and lick and suck my way down below her belly button, pulling her jeans and panties down inch by inch until I can bury my face in that sweet little triangle of perfection between her thighs.

“Ohmygod—cow—watching—yes!”

I get one of her legs free, and I hook it over my shoulder to open her for me.

And there it is.

That beautiful pussy glistening and ready for me.

Touching it last night wasn’t enough.

I lick her seam, and she shudders and moans and tilts her hips into my mouth. “Oh, god, Nick,” she moans.

I treat her clit to the same grazing her lips got moments ago, and she bucks against me. “More,” she gasps.

“Oh, I think I’m gonna take my time and enjoy this,” I tell her slick folds. I part her with my thumbs and lick her all the way up again, and yeah, I could totally do this every day.

For the rest of my life.

And it’s not scary. The idea of being with Kami—just Kami—forever doesn’t make me feel trapped.

No, I feel free. Like I’m soaring.

And I’m gonna eat Kami like she’s never been eaten before, because I don’t have a lot to offer, but I’m a fucking god when it comes to— “I told you kids to leave my cow alone!” my mother suddenly screams, and then it’s wet.