Her expression softened.
God, she was so…
He lifted her and then lowered her. “So.” He did it again. “Fucking.” And again. “Delightful.”
“Well, I now need to talk to you about boy goats.”
God, they were bantering even while having the hottest sex of his life.
But Griffin quickly realized that the sex was so amazing because of the banter. Because of this woman.
“I’ll talk to you about anything you want if you keep working my cock with this sweet pussy,” he told her.
The graphic talk did its job. She moaned and started moving on him faster.
She did, however, manage to say, “Even sloths?”
Because of course, she did. There was nothing that could keep Charlie from talking when she had something to say.
“You’ll do anything for a sloth?” he teased, even though his voice was rough, and he was trying very hard not to just slam up into her.
She tightened her inner muscles around his shaft, and he groaned.
“I am definitely open to negotiation about how we can both get what we want, Griffin.”
Fuck, the way sex with Charlie was going so far, he was going to end up with a hippo or something.
And, at the moment, anyway, he didn’t care. All he cared about was Charlie and how damn happy she made him.
He moved her faster and harder. She tipped her hips so his cock would hit that magical G-spot, and his thumb found her clit.
And in mere minutes, they were climbing toward the summit and then plunging over the edge. Together.
Griffin felt his orgasm roar through him, from deep in his gut, maybe even his bones. Everything in him strained to be a part of her, and he came hard as she clamped down on him like a vise.
“Griffin!”
“Charlie!”
Shudders of pleasure continued to wash through them both for several long moments, even after Charlie finally slumped against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him close.
Griffin found his hands stroking up and down her back.
He felt completely contented and also protective and like he’d really like to lift her up, turn her around, and start all over again against the stall door behind them.
But then Charlie turned her head and whispered in his ear, “It wasn’t the hay.”
Charlie thought maybe she was the first one to stir, but she’d climbed out of Griffin’s lap very reluctantly, and his hands lingered on her hips as she stood and started to look around for her clothes.
She smiled, thinking about it even as they walked across the road toward Ellie’s.
She’d hung around while he checked the animals one last time. She’d leaned over the edge of the stall and given Sugar the gesture that meant, I’m watching you.
Griffin had chuckled, and the sound, as always, made heat and a deep sense of contentment roll through her. She’d been teasing, of course, but she did intend to get Sugar a boyfriend.
Then Griffin put his hand on her lower back as they stepped out into the steamy night. It was a small gesture, but it had made her heart trip.
They stopped by his truck, and Charlie turned to face him. “Well, that was fun.”
He didn’t laugh. He didn’t even grin. He nodded seriously. “It really was.”
She opened her mouth to tease him about the fact that maybe he didn’t understand the word fun meant he could actually smile, but before she could, he reached up and tucked a strand of hair that was trying to frizz and curl in the humid air, behind her ear.
It was a sweet gesture. Nothing earthshaking or all that unusual, except that it was Griffin who did it. To her. It was almost affectionate, and she realized that she wanted that. Not just for him to find her attractive. Not just to enjoy her time around him. She wanted him to feel more for her as well.
Dammit. Maybe Griffin had been right to try to avoid complications. Because this was starting to feel like a lot more than a hot summer fling, and she had no intention of staying permanently.
Or did she?
Things definitely felt good in Autre. Her family, at least a huge portion of it, was here. She could definitely be herself here. It’d only been five days, but she felt happier and lighter than she had in a while.
And Griffin was here.
That shouldn’t matter. Especially after only five days. But it strangely felt like it did.
But she didn’t have a job here.
Well, she was being paid for her work in the vet clinic as well as the marketing plans. She felt there was a lot of promise for future income based on the increased revenue of the petting zoo. But it certainly wasn’t on level with what she’d done in the past or even a huge nonprofit organization or healthcare system.
Could she actually make a career here in Autre? Working for a tiny petting zoo?
Maybe.
She was startled to realize that word went through her mind when she asked herself that question. But yes, maybe.
Maybe not at the level the petting zoo was now. Maybe not even with the changes she had proposed to date. But was there potential for growth? Could she make the petting zoo even bigger? Could the business expand further? Could the petting zoo become an influential part of conservation efforts in this area of Louisiana? Just as she’d proposed teaching kids who visited about the wildlife and ecosystem around them, were there things their business could get involved with right here? Bennett Baxter, Kennedy’s husband and a partner in Boys of the Bayou, was an environmental activist along with his political endeavors. His foundation was dedicated to helping preserve the Louisiana coastline. Certainly, they could expand that mission and include, more directly, the animals in the area.
Her mind was already spinning, especially after the conversation with Griffin about the work he had been drawn to in Zambia. Selling snow cones and letting kids pet goats might not seem like anything big or influential, but even just hearing about how doing yoga with otters had touched a depressed teenage girl, Charlie couldn’t help but think that there could be more here, under the surface of the petting zoo, if they tried.
But would they want to try? And if they did, was she willing to stay and help with that growth?
The answer to all of that was… maybe.
Okay, it was bordering on yes.
Wow, Griffin Foster was making her really think about her career plans. It took a lot for anyone to mess with any of her plans. She had always known what she wanted, for the most part, and it had never involved goats, pigs, or even otters.
Then again, there’d never been a man like Griffin Foster in her life.
“I have to be at the clinic early tomorrow,” he finally said.
She nodded. “Susan is really worried about Petunia,” she said of the woman and her cat that were meeting Griffin at 6:30 AM.
“I guess I’ll see you sometime tomorrow then,” Griffin said.
“Yes, and if I am staring at your mouth at any point during the day, rest assured that I am definitely remembering everything about us having sex in the barn.”
She waited for all of that to sink in with the growing grin. She really did love teasing this man.
“And if my hand ends up on your ass at any point during the day,” he said, crowding close and backing her up against the truck door. “Rest assured that you can just tell me to back off rather than grabbing my balls or threatening to key my truck.”