The Country Duet(22)

Teale bounces up from behind her desk, walking over and gifting me with one hell of a hug and kiss. One step backward and two large ones forward, maybe? I’d half expected her to be stand-offish again.

“Good day?” I ask, peering down at her.

“Yes, it has been,” she responds.

“In the mood for a drive?” I ask, throwing out the plans of hunting.

“Can you give me thirty minutes?”

“Sure can, Gordon.”

This gets the reaction I was aiming for. Teale’s bright blue eyes fire right at me. Then she shoves me in the chest before turning back to her desk.

An hour later, Teale’s body is pressed up against mine in the middle of my truck. My hand is running up and down the inside of her leg, getting closer and closer to where I want to be. I pull down a long, dirt road then find the perfect spot to pull over.

Teale grabs the blankets from the backseat, and I take my six-pack of beer. I help Teale up on the tailgate, loving the feel of her thick hips in my grip. The more I touch this woman, the more I need to have her.

She helps herself to a bag of red licorice while I get everything settled.

“Cheers,” I announce, holding up my beer to her rope of licorice.

“To us.” She whips her licorice rope at my beer can. “Cheers.”

Nothing but silence floats between us as our hands roam over each other’s bodies. It’s peace, silence, and an urgent need of passion building up together steadying to ignite.

“Cowboy?”

“Yeah?” I roll over to my side to study the profile of her perfect face.

“Can we just move forward leaving my history out?”

“Is that what you want?” I ask.

She fidgets, holding back the tears. “It’s selfish of me, but after thinking about it, it’s the only way I can do it. I can’t stay away from you, Hunter.”

“Are you saying I’m irresistible and sexy and that you want me?”

She slowly rolls her head until her cheek is pressing against the red plaid, flannel blanket. “I am.”

I react before thinking, rolling up onto her body, covering her with mine. Teale spreads her legs wide, letting me settle between them. My arms are framing her face in with my forehead dropping to hers. I cherish the sliver of seconds before kissing her. Falling in love was never in my game plan. It had always been Sweetwater Ranch, college degree, and then Sweetwater Ranch. But this woman has brought a whole new meaning to my life.

Teale falls breathless with the slightest hint of a flush covering her cheeks. Passion ignites deep down in me. This time I won’t be able to hold back. The desire and need to taste this woman and every single part of her is too much. Heat courses in my veins when our lips kiss. This time, neither of us will be pulling back, stopping before it goes too far.

Teale moans in my mouth, pushing her hips up into mine silently, telling me what all of her wants. Before I’m unable to stop, I pull back and gaze down at her.

“I don’t want to stop this time, and to be frank, I won’t be able to once I start this.”

She bobs her head up and down, but I wait for her to talk.

“I want you, Hunter.”

Her words are fierce, sure, and full of desire. This time when our lips connect, our hands fly over each other. The bed of the truck is heating up to an inferno, even though we’re in the dead of winter. I take my time running my lips over every inch of her skin, soaking in her taste, memorizing it for life.

“Condom,” Teale whispers with urgency.

I reach over to my wallet and rip it open, then grab the edges of the blanket, wrapping it around us. Teale catches the edges, keeping us cocooned in it while digging her nails into my back. Her eyes flutter shut with the connection. The intoxication of being overwhelmed skyrockets as I begin to move.

“Hunter,” Teale sings out, making the night end in perfection.





Chapter 9


Hunter


“If you haven’t fallen off a horse…then you haven’t been ridin’ long enough.”

-Unknown



A repeat of last night’s event is the only thing I want as I stride out of my college class. Visions of the perfect shade of a dark, auburn color and bright blue eyes highjacked my thoughts during my classes today. My notes were complete shit and my head was lost.

Since a repeat of last night is not possible, I decide on the hunting trip out to Dave’s. I have two reasons for heading out there on a Wednesday. I’ve gotten into the habit of calling Dave daily and haven’t been able to get hold of him. The thought of him out on his farm alone, barely able to move, doesn’t sit well with me. There’s been days when he hasn’t answered, but now it’s been three days in a row.

Teale worked today, like always, at her dad’s shop and has a school webinar she has to pay attention to. Damn right, I fought to be a good guy and listen along with her. In the end, she was right, there was no way in hell either of us would behave.

Teale told me that if I did come over to her place that I’d have to sit like a good boy and make art for her in her “Draw a Dick On It” book. I’m all about spending every single waking moment with her, but even I said hell no to drawing cocks on random objects just to spend time with her.

The drive out to Dave’s strikes me hard this afternoon. It’s stunning, his property nestled atop the Palouse. It may be the high I’m riding, that each pine tree reflects the sunshine perfectly with the promise of spring on the horizon.