In The Hay (Uninhibited in Apple Trail, Arkansas) (7 page)

“That’s real grown up, Drew.”

He flashed a devilish grin. “Honey, we’re out here playing in the rain. And it was your idea. It’s past time to be worrying about acting like adults.”

She flatted her lips together and marched to the top. Fine. She’d do it. And she’d do it her way. The safe way. She sat at the top, scooted to the edge and eased down. Water and soap slipped under her legs, made her go faster.

Wind brushed her cheeks. Warm sprinkles drizzled over her body in the hot afternoon and she took a deep breath of fresh grass and lemon from the soap as she slipped down. This was what she wanted. She glanced to the bottom. Drew was there, waiting. His arms were open and ready for her to fall into them.

That was a nice image. And a dangerous one that she was going to remember was temporary. She put her hand down, pressed her palm against the ground, and turned sideways to make for an easier catch…or to protect herself one. She crossed her arms over her chest, bent her head forward and prepared to mow him over, flip him to his back, and flop off the ground again.

His laughter pulled at her. “Relax,
Lette
. A baby crawling could go faster than you right now.”

She only shook her head and barreled right into his embrace. And stopped. She opened her eyes. She was still sitting on the plastic and was curled against his chest. He’d dropped to one knee and stopped her right there at the end.

She blinked and looked up at him. “I can’t believe you stopped me.”

“I told you I would.” His fingers wrapped around her hair. “Was that time better?”

“Yes.” And no. She dropped her gaze. The first time was with him. It had been a thrilling ride because he’d done it with her. His warmth had been next to her. They had rolled together. It’d hurt like hell, but the exhilarating rush had been there.

He was the rush to make her little dull things exciting. It was when she’d caught him staring at the bar that she had really enjoyed the dancing. At the railroad tracks—when he’d stood behind her and held her up.

Drew was the one turning her experiences into
experiences
and allowing her to live out things she never had.

“Want to do it again?”

She glanced at the long strip and shook her head. Other ideas were filling her head instead. “I think this adventure is done.”

He chuckled. “Probably a good idea.” He grinned and lifted her face to his. “Because now it’s time for a shower and you might need help getting all that grass out of your hair.”

“You ought to help, it’s your fault there’s grass in there.”

“What can I say?” He shrugged, a bit of his boyish charm seeped through in the simple move. “I know how to show a girl a good time.”

She spun on the plastic to face him and pulled him to her. The weight of his slick body covered hers. His soaking wet jeans pressed into her skin. He pushed hair from her face and angled her chin up.

“You are so pretty.”

She flushed, knowing he was lying because she knew good and well she looked horrible and her hair was a wreck. “I’m starting to wonder about how many girls you’ve seen before me.”

He frowned.

She waved her hand around her face. “My hair is soaked and plastered to my head. I have no makeup on. My body is scuffed up,
thank-you-very-much
for that. I’m coated in grass and dirt and God only knows what else.”

The corner of his lips turned up. His thumb stroked over her bottom lip. “True, but….” He shook his head. His cheeks tainted red. “Never mind.”

“What?”

He swallowed. “I like your natural look.”

“Well that’s good, 'cause bet I look as natural as drowned rat right about now.”

“A sexy rat.”

Chapter Nine

Glowing.
Yes. Not a drowned rat, and Drew had nearly told
Lette
she was glowing. But hell, she was. She truly had a glow on her skin and a light in her eyes that sucked him in. And she was all his, at least for a couple of days. He’d take what he could in the mean time.

He dropped his lips to hers. Her arms wound around his neck as they often did when he tugged her close. It was an intoxicating little movement. A simple one. Something he’d had done to him before, but
Lette
always gripped with a needy grasp and her body fit along his differently.

She sighed against him. Her body softened under his touch. Those locks tumbled again. On a purely physical level, all those locks twisted in and locked in place as she arched, and he pressed down. Her tongue slid along his, nails scraped his neck. He couldn’t have schooled her responses to come as well as what happened between them naturally.

He dropped kisses down her neck, shoulder and then nuzzled along the lines of her bra. A very odd un-
Lette
taste filled his mouth. He pushed up on his elbows and she frowned.

“Something the matter?”

He scraped his tongue over the roof of his mouth. “You taste like soap.”

She laughed. “We’re covered in it.”

He pushed off the ground and tugged her up, pulled hard enough that she left the ground and he caught her wet body in his grasp. “To the shower.”

He carried her from the foot of the slip-n-slide across the few feet to the back of the house. Somehow he managed to get them both inside without letting Clyde out.

The dog barked and danced around his legs. “Clyde!”

It only encouraged the animal to jump. Paws landed on his groin and a stomach knotting, squeezing pain exploded from Drew’s balls. He buckled over at the waist and by some miracle didn’t just toss
Lette
in the air to cup his balls.

Lette
touched his cheek. “Are you all right?”

He squeezed his eyes shut while the damn dog yapped nonstop and attempted to tackle them down on their backs in Dino Flintstone style. Drew lifted his elbow to block the dog. “His paw caught me on the left nut. I’ll be fine. In a minute.” He eased to sitting on the floor. “In a long minute.”

She kissed his brow and unfolded out of his arms. “When you can make it to the shower, I’ll meet you there and take care of you.”

Clyde licked at his face as she walked off and Drew petted him on the head and rubbed his ears. The pain that had been shooting through his body had eased considerably. “Did you hear that? Drew’s going to get taken care of in the shower. Not a bad move, buddy. Next time, you don’t have to hit me in the nuts though. I can fake it just fine.”

He pushed off the ground, groaning under the sting and managed to make it to the bathroom. As he opened the door, steam rolled over him. A naked
Lette
was bent at the waist, her round ass faced him while she reached in the shower. A hand balanced her against the half-opened clear shower doors. A foot was lifted and rested on the shower sill.

He closed the door, keeping a whimpering Clyde out. “I’m feeling better already.”

She straightened and flicked her wrists, sending a few water droplets to splatter his belly. “Water is about right. Let’s get those clothes off.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He put his hands in her wet hair as she popped the buttons of his jeans and shoved them down his legs.

She lowered until standing on her knees, eye level with his dick. “I don’t see any bleeding down here.”

He croaked out a groan. “Damn good thing.”

A wicked smile turned her lips. “Better have a closer look, though.”

She cupped his balls in her hands. Her nails gently scraped his sac and he shuddered as she massaged him, kissed him, and pulled the head of him in her mouth.

He put a hand on the wall to keep standing up. “I think” —his voice cracked— “I think I’m okay.”

“Hmm?” She murmured with her mouth full of him. The vibrations in her throat shook all the way through his body. Definitely fine.

He bent and pulled her up. “All better.”

A brow rose. “Sure?”

“Oh yeah. And I did promise to help with your hair and if you keep that up, I’m going to be worthless.” He grabbed her hips and turned her, pushing her toward the shower and followed her in. The hot spray covered him and
Lette
was on him just as fast.

Her lips on his. Hands stroked bodies. His hard cock slid against her wet belly and he backed up a step to get her all the way under the stream. “Hair. Under the water.”

She chuckled and did as he said, but not at all as he was expecting. Her back arched, breasts were thrust up and resting on his chest. Water streamed over her rose tipped nipples as she soaked her hair. He couldn’t help it. He just couldn’t keep his hands off this woman and he rolled her nipples between her fingers.

Because she was leaving soon, of course. He had to take what he could, while he could.

And that included pulling the pointed tips in his mouth.

“What happened to washing my hair?”

“Yeah. Just finish wetting your hair and then I’ll get to the shampoo.”

He pulled her other nipple in his mouth and she groaned. Chills were on her skin. Her arms moved under the water, making her tits bounce and shake in his hands and mouth.

“Ready for shampoo.” Her breath was short, words clipped.

He cursed, but lifted the bottle.

She turned for him and leaned her head back. “Ever washed long hair before?”

He stopped with the soap puddled in his hands, next to her head and ready to rub it in, but he needed just a moment as her wet ass was plastered to his hard dick. “No, I haven’t.”

Something about that must have pleased her by the kitten smile curving her lips as she looked over her shoulder. “Use both hands. Massage it through the length and scrub against my scalp. I’ll help.”

He rubbed the soap on both hands and smeared it down her long hair. The curly red strands were straightened under the water and darkened to nearly black. He scrubbed in the soap, and she added her hands, going rougher with it than he would have imagined she would, but he rather wished she’d go
faster
. Each swipe and move shook her body, stroked his cock. Drove him crazy.

White soapy knots filled her hair and he all but groaned at it. “This is going to take forever to comb out.”

She turned and rinsed. “That’s what the conditioner is for.”

He glanced to her face. Conditioner too? Damn. The soap was rinsed and she turned again and dipped her head back, waiting for the next step.

“Just rub it in easy.”

He did and her hands again came up and helped, her fingers parted through the thick strands. Fuck this long, waiting process. While she worked, he lifted the bar of soap and started on her curvy, delicious body. He cupped her tits from behind and soaped them, making sure her nipples were good and clean and pulled her hips back so her slick bare ass was against his painfully, throbbing hard dick again. Then he went about the rest of her. Her body leaned against his. Back on his chest. His cock fit in the crease of her ass and she rubbed against his length as he moved his hands lower and reached between her thighs.

He reached and lifted a leg, hooking a hand under her knee, not wanting to peel her body from his to reach her feet. She turned in his arms though. Her body against his and he wanted to see and feel. He dropped to a knee. Her slit was at his nose and he leaned in and kissed the matching, golden red hair there. While it was beautiful on the top of her head, this was gorgeous perfection. He looked up and lost his breath at the sight of her leaned back under the water once again rinsing out her hair.

Her skin was flushed pink. Her face sporting a happy expression. He was a damn lucky man right now. Putting the soap aside, he stood and moved behind her, ran his fingers through her hair which felt soft as silk under the hot stream.

Her ass cuddled against him again and he waited no longer. He reached around the front of her and felt along her opening. Warm, soft skin touched his fingers as he stroked, separated and slipped a finger inside, careful of the soreness she’d mentioned last night.

Her hands reached up and around behind his neck. Again he was struck by the needy grasp of that hold, only in the reverse. It was sexy as hell since it forced her into an arch against him. Planted her ass on his dick in a grind and he could go off by that alone. “You can’t know what that does to me.”

She stilled. “What?”

“The way you move. Your firm ass against my cock, it’s killing me.”

Her stillness lasted for all of ten seconds before she dipped and ground her butt over him, ripping a groan right out of him. “How are you feeling? Are you sore? Even if a little, tell me.”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Her hips fit his hands perfectly and he curled his fingers around her. “Because if you’re sure, I’m going to bend you over and fuck you until you scream out.”

She shuddered against his body and the little twitch moved through his body and had him moaning. “Come on, sweetheart. Answer. If you’re sore, then I’m taking you to bed right now and I’m going to make love to your entire body with my mouth. From head to toe.”

She shook her head in response.

He kissed her on the shoulder. “No? No what? Tell me what you want.”

Her head turned toward him, but not enough she was looking over her shoulder, but more staring off. “I want you to…”

“To?” he encouraged, wanting to hear her say it. It wasn’t in his plans. When he’d asked her what she wanted, he meant for her to clarify sore or not. But this, watching the hesitation clearly debating with what she wanted on her face was turning him on even more. He cock was strong and filled, hot and aching like never before. He pressed a kiss to her neck. “
Lette
?”

She pulled in a deep breath. “Bend me over and
fu
—fuck me until I scream out.”

God, those erotic words coming off her sweet tongue had his knees buckling. He spun her around and pulled her body to his. A gasp and question was in her eyes, but he bent her back and covered her mouth with his, stroking his tongue deep and just taking her mouth how he was going to take her body.

Right after this devouring kiss. He reached down and cupped her ass, bringing her pelvis forcibly against him and he saw stars. The need to just fill her and rut like an animal had never been so strong. He wanted to take her in dozens of ways she’d never had before and leave nibbles over her skin to mark her as his.

He walked her back to the shower, pinned her to the wall and angled her hips. Now. Take her now, have her heat and tight entrance surrounding him or the throb at his tip was going to kill him. Her hands tugged at his hair. Her thighs opened and her soft, swollen body slid along his. He groaned and jerked back, remembering protection.

“Condoms.” He sucked in needed air. “Be right back.”

She nodded and fumbled at opening the glass door. “In the drawer. Closest to the shower.”

He lifted a brow but did as she said. There a strip of condoms shuffled to the front, he took one and covered himself. “You get bonus points for thinking ahead.”

She purred as his body came back to hers. “Thanks, but I found them there a couple of days ago.”

Her tits were on his chest, hands back on his body and he couldn’t do this. If she kept touching him like that, this was going to be over before it could get started. He was too hot, too turned on.