“I’ll tell him I couldn’t help myself.” Will thrusts again. “That you were too sweet. Too tempting. That you begged for it.”
“Oh, god—” I pant, my body betraying me as it clenches around him.
He brings me right to the edge, fast and hard and wild, and when I fall, I fall hard, legs buckling, and his name ripped from my throat. He follows with a deep, guttural groan, hips jerking as he spills inside me, leaving both of us shaking.
We stay tangled, breathless.
Until we hear a screen door slam in the distance.
Will pulls back with a grin, tucking himself in, helping me redress with hands that are anything but calm.
“Think they’re looking for us?”
I swat him. “You’re terrible.”
He kisses my cheek. “You love it.”
And, damn it, I do.
I sneak back into the house after that, cheeks flushed and body still humming from him. Will heads out to help with thefencing, leaving me to tiptoe through the kitchen like a teenager caught after curfew.
Charlie barely glances up from the coffee she’s pouring. “What did you think?”
I freeze, heartbeat stuttering. “Think about what?”
She lifts an eyebrow, amused. “The foal.”
I exhale too loudly, then play along. “It’s adorable. Have you named her yet?”
“Sam thinks we should call her Mary Magdalene.”
I snort. “Fitting.”
There’s a pause that’s just long enough to make the air feel heavier.
Then Charlie says casually, “You have hay in your hair.”
My stomach drops. I reach up, fingers brushing through the tangled strands.
My face burns, but she just grins. “Relax. I’ve been there before, which you know all about.” Her eyes flick toward the front door before softening. “Just don’t let Sam find out on his own. He’ll never forgive you. Either of you.”
My throat tightens. “How long have you known?”
She shrugs. “Suspected it for a while. Definitely since Liam and Olive’s wedding. The way you looked at each other changed.”
I nod, barely.
She studies me for a beat. “Are you happy with him?”
I don’t even have to think. “So happy.”
She touches my arm, grounding me. “Good. You deserve someone who looks at you like you hung the damn moon.”
I swallow hard. “Do you think anyone else has noticed?”
Charlie laughs softly. “Definitely not my sweet, but oblivious husband, if that’s what you’re worried about. Honestly, I don’t know how he doesn’t see it. The way you two look at each other? It’s not just lust. It’s love.”
Love.
