8
HAYES
As we droveto Bray and Katie’s place, I wondered if my earlier brilliant idea of staying away from the house by having dinner with my brother, sister-in-law, and their baby was a good idea.
I’d pretty much invited us over, using the excuse to talk to Katie about her case. I’d been helping her sue Conrad Trout for almost a year. There weren’t any updates, the fucker was as slippery as an eel.
All I’d thought about after I dropped Cassidy off for work was getting her in bed. That kiss.
Fuck.
My last first kiss, that was for fucking sure.
She was so sweet. Like candy on my tongue. She melted for me when I put my hand on her neck. Whimpered when I palmed her perfect tit. And creamed for me when I cupped her pussy.
I hadn’t made it all the way into town and my office before I had to pull over and rub one out. Yeah, I had my dick out on the side of the county road like a pervert. It hadn’t taken much effort for me to come all over my hand. Thank fuck anyone in my family hadn’t been driving by, especially Colt since he probably arrested people for doing shit like that.
I’d fuck her, and soon, but after that kiss, there was no question she was a virgin. I’d take that cherry, but she wasn’t ready. Yet. I’d get her there, learning what she liked, pushing her probably past anything she’d heard of from her friends.
“You okay, princess?” I asked.
She rubbed her hands over her thighs, smoothing out her dress. It was a sundress, blue, with short sleeves and a straight neckline. It hinted at her cleavage, but no one could miss how perfect her body was.
“You only gave me five minutes in the shower. I wasn’t able to wash my hair or–”
“You look perfect,” I told her. My eyes were on the road, but I couldn’t miss how nervous she was.
“But we’re meeting your brother and his wife and I–”
“They have a ranch. They board horses. Bray’s a farrier.”
She nodded. “He’s been to the ranch a few times to check the horses’ hooves.”
“Then you know they aren’t bothered by a little manure under the nails.”
She gasped and raised her hands. “Oh my God, Hayes!”
“Give me your panties.”
She dropped her hands to her lap and this time, held her skirt down, as if I was going to reach over and steal them. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re freaking out and need something else to focus on.”
“By not wearing panties?”
I glanced at her for a second, took one hand off the wheel and held it out.
“But–”
“A spanking would also give you something else to focus on.”
There, I gave her an option.
“Spanking or panties? Those are my choices?” she asked.
