“Did it hurt?” she whispers, and I’m thankful I’ve tilted my head, so my right ear is closer to her lips.
“I don’t quite remember. I was just doing my duty, thinking I was doing a good deed for this town we’d destroyed, and then bam! I don’t recall exactly what happened, but I must have slipped and just reached for the closest thing, which was a downed wire that happened to still be live. I woke with it gone.” I wiggle my prosthetic arm. “It hurt after. I’d have a rush of pain. Phantom limb, the doctors called it. When you have the sensation the rest of the appendage is still there, but it isn’t.”
Her fingers release my tee and caress over my shoulder down to the socket holding the prosthetic in place over the residual limb. My arm.
She stops.
“It freaks you out, doesn’t it?”
Her head twists, coming face to face with me. She’s so close I can see the spark in those steel-colored eyes.
“I’m afraid of you,” she whispers.
“You are?”
“In some ways.”
“What scares you?” She swallows and shakes her head, looking away from my face. I don’t want to frighten her, but I need her to look at me. I have to do it. I lift my arm, and the claw comes to her cheek, gently prompting her to gaze back at me. Once she looks at me, it isn’t enough to hold her in place. My opposite hand reaches for the back of her neck, and with a gentle squeeze, I tug her to me.
Our mouths meet, and while I want to dive into her, all my strength goes into keeping it slow and soft. Beverly hasn’t been kissed in a long time. I want her to forget all the kisses before and only think of mine.
Our mouths move like a slow dance, mine leading hers to taste all she wants of me. She pulls back for a second, and I assume she’s done with our experiment, but she surprises me by twisting further at the waist and wrapping the arm wedged into my sternum around my shoulder. Her mouth returns to mine, the vigor and intensity growing. I growl when her tongue comes forward, and she pulls back with a giggle.
“Am I hurting you?”
In the best of ways, my dick screams. Her additional shift presses me firmly into the side of her thigh. There’s no mistaking what she’s doing to me, but I’m curious what effect I’m having on her. I tug her back to me with a firm hand slipping into her hair, unleashing my tongue to tangle with hers. She squirms on my lap.
Dammit.
I release her mouth, panting heavily as I press my forehead to hers.
“What is it?” she asks all innocent, and I draw away, trying to read if she really doesn’t recognize what she’s doing to me. Her expression remains stoic, but her eyes—that spark.
“Don’t you be teasing me, you little vixen. Or I’ll drop you over my knee so I can spank that fine ass of yours.” She gasps, but I’ll give her proof of my meaning. I remove her hand from my neck and slide it down my chest, forcing it over the bulge in my pants.
“This, honey. You’re doing this to me, and we need to slow down before I have a problem.”
Beverly sets her foot on the running board of the tractor, and I’m thinking she’s about to hop off me. Instead, she stands, balancing her stronger leg on the narrow strip while using my shoulders for support.
“Help me get my leg over you,” she commands, and if my dick wasn’t already rock hard, it’d petrify at the demanding tone. I’m so turned on I can’t breathe, but I assist her weaker leg over my middle, and she lowers herself to straddle me.
“Is that better?” she mutters, leaning in for my right ear. She knows damn well it’s not. At that moment, I curse Howard Townsen for not knowing what he had in this woman and then thank the heavens he was fool enough to leave her. Because if he hadn’t deserted her, and if he wasn’t gone, she wouldn’t be straddling me at this time, on this tractor, riding me behind this barn.
I cup the back of her neck, bringing her mouth back to mine, and she adjusts on me, rolling her hips once to get the full effect of what she’s done. She’s playing me for a fool, being coy and hesitant as she moves over me, but then again, it’s been a long time for her. The claw hitches into her belt loop, and I tug, directing her to rock back and forth.
“I’m the tractor, now,” I mumble against her lips, a smile breaking along hers with the cheesy tease.
“This your gear stick?” she retorts, her mouth still over mine.
“I like how your mind works, Bee. You’re my kind of naughty.”
She giggles against my mouth, and I take her lips again; only this time, I don’t need to lead her. She rocks back over me until she can’t keep up the dual attention.
“I…” She gasps, pulling back and looking down at how she drags her body to and fro over mine. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.” If she admits next that Howard never brought her to orgasm, I’m going to lose it. I’m already set to burst, and it’s going to be a mess as I haven’t dry-humped like this since I was a teen.
“I want to touch you,” I admit. “I want to run my fingers over you and feel how wet you are.”
“So…” Her breath catches again.
“I bet you’re sweet, Bee, with honey drips and—” Her mouth crashes mine, tasting my naughty thoughts as her body stills. Her thighs clench outside mine, and her breath hitches against my tongue.
That’s it, sweet Bee.
Her hands hold my face as her lips pull back. Her forehead rests on mine, breathing deep until I move her over me. I’m not done with her yet. I’m so close. I just need a little shift, and…
“Momma, you still out here?”
Beverly leans away. Her hands slip to my chest. Her head swivels toward the corner of the barn, which hides us from the house.
Nooooooo, my dick screams.
“I…” Beverly begins, turning back to me. Her head tilts up, and her eyelids flutter like it’s the first she’s noticed there’s a bright sky over us, and the brightness blinds her.
“Bee,” I say, but she’s already trying to extricate herself from my lap. In her scramble, her foot slips from the running board, and she starts to fall. I reach for her thigh, hoping to adjust her balance, but I see that if I don’t let her go, she’ll be doing the splits standing upright. It would be comical if it weren’t for the panic in her face. I release her leg, and her trajectory drags her downward until her backside hits the ground.
“Bee,” I bellow, hiking my leg over the steering wheel and jumping down to her, but she’s already scrambling back on her hands, using one foot in the mix.
“I just…” Her head glances over her shoulder, and when she sees her crutches, she twists at the waist and lunges for them, laying herself out flat on her belly.
“Bee, please. Let me help you.” I hustle over so I’m standing with my legs steepled over hers, but she’s already got the crutches in her hands, and she’s scooting to one knee. I bend at the waist, wrapping my arm around her.
“I got it,” she mutters, but I hoist her up so she can at least get her feet under her. She weighs next to nothing. Her arms slip into the crutches, and she pulls out of my grasp.
“Bee?” What just happened?
She doesn’t turn back. She hitches herself forward, moving faster than I’ve ever seen her move with her crutches. Still, I’m worried she’ll stumble on the uneven ground, and I step forward.