MacKenzie Fire(77)

He lowers his shoulder like he’s about to tackle someone.

I realize too late that someone is me.

Screaming, I turn around to run, but that only makes it easier for him to take me down. Two seconds later, we’re both buried in straw.

“Get off me, you idiot!” I yell, trying to throw some into his face.

He dodges me and buries his face in my neck. “Stop throwing that shit everywhere! It’s itchy!”

I pause to catch my breath and to see if he’s telling the truth. I don’t know if it’s an actual fact or just his suggestion working its magic on me, but I am kind of feeling uncomfortable.

“You’re the dumbass who threw us in here.”

“You asked for it.” He lifts his head and stares at me.

Our bodies are pressed together from our stomachs to our chests. I can feel his heart beating rapidly through my coat, the rhythm matching mine.

“You wish,” I say, my voice going way down in volume. I can hear the swishing of straw in another part of the barn that I write off as being Candy the baby cow. We’re alone but not really alone. It’s strangely sexy.

“Maybe I do wish,” he says.

My heart does a double back flip.

He shifts his weight so more of him is on me. I can feel his waist there against mine, and his dick is as hard as a rock.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god … What’s happening?! My brain is spinning out of control. I can’t think straight. Are we about to do it in the hay?

“I don’t get it,” I finally say. When in doubt, just say what’s on your mind, that’s my motto. “What’s happening here, I mean.”

“I don’t get it either.” He’s not smiling.

“Are you mad about that?” It seems kind of silly to be mad at your own feelings, so I smile.

It seems to take some of the anger away for him. His expression relaxes. “Maybe. I’m not sure.”

I wiggle around a little, trying to get a thing in my back to stop poking me.

“You better quit moving around like that,” he warns.

The devil in me sparks to life. “Why?” I wiggle around some more. “What’ll happen to me if I don’t?”

He pushes his hips into me and settles his hard length into my softness. “You’ll be sorry because I won’t be able to control myself anymore.”

“Who said you have to control yourself around me?” I move my hips in a slower rhythm, but one he won’t mistake for irritation at pokey straw.

We stare into each other’s eyes for what seems like forever. Then I move my hips some more and he closes his lids, pushing into me in response.

“You are in so much f*cking trouble,” he whispers.

“You’re the one who’s in trouble, not me,” I whisper back, opening my legs to give him better access.

His eyes come open really slowly and then his lazy smile is back. “I’m not sure I’m hearing you right. Are you saying you want a little roll in the hay? With me?”

I giggle. “I’m pretty sure we’re already doing that.” I move my eyes around to emphasize the fact that there’s nothing but hay around us.

He grabs my left hand and puts it up above my head, trapping it there under a hard bale of the yellow stuff. “I told you, Candice …” he lowers his face until our lips are a hair’s breadth apart, “… it’s not hay. It’s straw.”

And then he’s kissing me.





Chapter Thirty-Five





HE REACHES DOWN AND UNBUTTONS my jeans.

“I could help you if you’d let go of my arm,” I say.

“You just keep your hands where I can see ‘em,” he says, a warning in his tone. He takes my other, stitched-up arm more gently and places it above my head too. “Leave ‘em there.”

He gets up on his knees and pulls my pants down.

“Oh my god, it’s so cold in here!” I say with a squeak.

“Don’t you worry, baby, I’ll get you warm real quick.”

I open my mouth to ask him how, but stop when he starts showing me. He lowers his face to my panties and kisses me through the thin material.

“Oh my,” I whisper. I’m already wet, and all he’s done is this. I am in so much trouble.

He licks around the edges of the cotton and then slides a finger under the edge of it near my inner thigh. He’s still kissing, pushing hot air through the material as his finger slides inside my panties.

My breath comes in gasps and my hips move a little, first left, then right. His light touching is killing me.

“Easy now,” he says, rubbing my thighs up and then down as he pushes his face into my soft parts.

His hands come up and pull my panties down, slowly, slowly. He looks at me with a dark expression before putting his mouth to my folds.

When his hot tongue comes out and goes inside me I nearly scream with delight. My legs tremble with need. I have to bite my lip hard to keep from telling everyone in a quarter-mile radius what we’re doing.

“You’re so wet,” he says, looking up at me. “I’m not going to last very long. It’s been a while.” He’s apologizing to me for being too turned on. At this point, Ginny is the dumbest woman on the planet as far as I’m concerned.