He missed her. His head told him to take a break, let this thing between them breathe a little.
His heart… Fuck. He grabbed his phone off his desk and texted her: Busy tonight?
Her response was immediate. Depends?
On?
If I’m getting busy with you.
He chuckled, heat flooding him, just that easily. He was sure she had no idea the power she could wield over him if she wanted. Since I can’t seem to refuse you anything, that’s very likely.
Good. Come meet me at the brewery. I’m in the barn.
See you in 20.
He gathered up the papers on his desk, placing them back in the file folder for tomorrow. Just as he put that away, another text came through on his phone. He stiffened…everywhere.
The photograph Maisie sent showed her lying on her back, soft lighting all around her. Her hair blanketed the ground behind her. Her dress was pulled down, revealing her gorgeous cleavage.
He texted back: I’ll be there in 10.
11
Twinkle lights were strung along the large wooden beams that ran the length of the space that was once a hayloft. It was now Maisie’s quiet place. Blankets were laid out in the corner, surrounded by too many pillows to count. As a child, she and Laurel would spend hours up here playing hide-and-seek around the hay bales. Pops hadn’t been huge on farming, like his father had, but he had kept a hobby farm for years. Horses for them to ride, goats, sheep, a cow, just furry friends to keep him company, especially after their grandmother passed away.
The space reminded her of simpler times, when things weren’t so serious, where everything wasn’t on the line.
A sudden creak in the wooden floorboard had her smiling. She took a quick look at her screen. “Eight minutes,” she said, looking at Hayes across from her. “Wow, my boobs must have looked great.”
Hayes lips curved at the sides. He leaned against the thick wooden pole, arms folded, eyes burning. “Delectable.”
“Hmm,” she purred, playfully. “I take it since you got here so fast that you’re hungry then?”
“Famished.” His grin dripped lust.
All day she’d been thinking of him, thinking of this. No matter how confusing life got, when they touched, everything was okay. Always. This part was easy. The emotional stuff made everything hard. And she kept thinking, as long as she reminded him how good they were together, showed him how great the future could be, everything would be okay. They would be okay, and they’d figure out the steps to take to find their happiness. A forever kind of happiness. “Oh, that’s something we must fix, then.” She sat up a little and unzipped the back of her dress, letting the fabric slide off her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The dress had one built in.
The low groan that spilled from Hayes’s mouth made her wet in an instant. The hunger in his wicked gaze as his eyes roamed over her bare breasts was hot. He had his T-shirt off a second later, his jeans and boxer briefs dropped next. She wiggled out of her dress and panties as he fetched a condom from his wallet and readied himself.
Before she could make a next move, he was there, placing her down on the pillows, sliding between her legs. The scent of his woodsy cologne wrapped around her as he gathered her in his strong arms, his hard body pressing all the right places. His kiss set her on fire as his tongue sensually stroked hers. A low growl rumbled from his chest, like he could barely get enough of her. Urgency tickled in her belly as his hardened length stroked between her thighs. The need. The desire. She moaned against his mouth, rubbing herself up and down his cock while tangling her fingers into his hair.
God, yes, she wanted this. Wanted him. Needed him. She moved faster beneath him, dragging her sex up and down over his rock-hard length. The tease was too much. He was too much. She broke the kiss to rasp, “I need you inside me.”
He grunted against her mouth and switched their positions. Now straddling his waist, she stared down at him, feeling herself growing wetter at just the sight of him. My God, Hayes was a dream come true. Strong. Sexy. Pure seduction. She shuddered against the need pulsating through her.
At whatever expression crossed her face, he gave a smile dripping sex, then used both hands to squeeze her bum. “You seem like you know what you’re doing. Show me what you’ve got.”
She returned the grin and rocked her hips, sliding up the length of him. “Are you challenging me to see how good I am in bed?”
He moaned, the soft lights showcasing the pleasure washing over his face. “I showed you what I’ve got, didn’t I? Seems only fair.”
“Hmmm,” she purred, playfully rolling her hips. “I suppose it does.”
Challenge accepted, she placed her hands on his chest and shifted her hips slowly until she took the tip of him inside her. Just as slowly, she brought him in deep, all the way to the hilt, letting him feel the gentle squeeze of her. She held his stare, feeling empowered by him watching her so intently. His gaze jerked to her breasts and his moan made goose bumps rise on her arms. He cupped her breasts, and he played there, massaged and squeezed her nipples, awakening every inch of her flesh. Breathless, stretched perfectly by him, she circled her hips, urged on by his needy moans. Beneath her, she took in hard muscles flexing with every stroke. His eyes were dark, hooded. His lips were parted, hers for the taking, and she sealed her mouth over his and began working over him, bringing them higher, slowly.
Until she wanted more.
She rose up and rocked her hips. Harder. Faster.
He groaned at her bouncing breasts, his hands going there to enjoy. “Fucking love looking at you,” he growled.
Then those intense whiskey eyes met hers. His guttural groan had her shifting her hips back and forth, the pleasure building. She wanted to get there. She wanted them both to get there. She rode him without inhibition, loud moans ringing out between them, the scent of their musk filling the air.
And there, right when his pleasure peaked, hardening him deep inside her, pinching his expression, she lost sight of everything but her pleasure. She tipped her head back and moved faster. Harder. And when the pleasure rose, she let go, falling into this magical place between them, vaguely aware of Hayes bucking and jerking beneath her, his roar of pleasure drawing out hers.
“You win,” he said, sometime later, with a rough laugh.
She chuckled, finding herself tucked into his arms, breathless. Her body tingled from head to toe in pure happiness. “How about we both win? Because we have amazing fucking sex.”
He chuckled. “I’m okay with that.”
Many, many minutes had passed while they caught their breath and the sweat dried, and they finally recovered from the blissful haze of pleasure, when Hayes said, “I’ve got some news for you.”
“Oh?” she mumbled.
“I went to work for my dad today.”
She shot up. His words having the effect of a bucket of ice-cold water being dumped on her. “What?”
His attention fell to her bare breasts before his brow arched. “We should probably get dressed if we’re going to have to this conversation.”
Her stare fell to his ripped, glistening body, his muscles flexing, and a deep shudder ran through her. “I see your point.” She grabbed her panties and dress and slid back into them, while Hayes threw on his jeans and T-shirt. Once she took a seat beside him, the twinkling, lights casting him in a warm glow, she said, “Okay, tell me everything.”