Well, I’d fucked myself, because being away from her had only accomplished the opposite. My body somehow craved her even more now, as if it was making up for lost time. I kept sneaking glances at her, which only pissed me off further. Especially when I couldn’t seem to help myself.
“You look like you’re on your way to your own funeral.” Sutton gave me a brief once-over. “It’s not instilling a lot ofconfidence in me that I’m going to enjoy myself tonight. You do remember attending was your stipulation, right?”
Better she think my foul mood was solely because of this festival and not because of how she turned me inside out simply by existing.
“Not by choice,” I grumbled.
“Well, I have the perfect idea to get that stick out of your ass.”
“I don’t have a stick up my ass.”
“No? Then you’re going tolovea hayride.” She tugged me to a stop and gestured toward the trailer filled with hay bales, a huge grin on her face.
“Not happening,” I said, planting my feet and crossing my arms over my chest.
She tipped her head to the side. “And here I thought you didn’t have a stick up your ass.”
“I don’t. I just don’t want to?—”
“Have any fun?”
“She’s right, Coach,” Mabel called from her perch in the back. Her husband, George, sat in the driver’s seat of the tractor, looking for the entire world like he’d rather be anywhere else. “And at a perfect time too. You get the whole trailer to yourselves!” She leaned toward us, cupping a hand around her mouth and whisper-shouted, “I won’t even charge you!”
“You hear that, big guy? Not just a hayride, afreehayride. How can you say no to that?”
I didn’t know if it was the sparkle in Sutton’s eyes, that sexy-as-fuck teasing smirk she shot my way, or how her hand felt in mine as she tugged me along, but I didn’t put up a fight.
“Let’s show the kids you can have some fun and that their moniker of Coach Asshole doesn’t quite fit,” she said.
I snapped my head toward her, blindly following wherever she led me. “They call me Coachwhat?”
Her low, sultry laugh made my dick twitch, a memory from that night in the hotel room slamming into me. Her on her hands and knees, crawling toward me on the bed, her laugh sweeping over me as she tugged open the fly of my?—
“Off we go, Georgie.” Mabel’s words tugged me out of my memory, and I glanced around, realizing that while I’d been trapped in sexual Nirvana, Sutton had somehow managed to guide me on to the worst activity at the festival, bar none.
I hated these goddamn things. Because A, they were fucking stupid. B, I wasn’t a ten-year-old child. And C, I was too goddamn big for something like this. I took up three-quarters of the bale without even trying, which left Sutton plastered to my side just so she wouldn’t fall off—something I didn’t mind but definitely shouldn’t be enjoying as much as I was.
“This is such a treat!” Mabel said with a clap of her hands. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you at a festival, Atlas. What was it you called them? ‘A waste of time and city dollars’?”
I crossed my arms and shot her a scowl. “I never said that.”
“I don’t know, it sure sounds like you.” Sutton bumped her shoulder into my arm, shooting me a smirk.
Mabel hummed in agreement. “Oh, honey, the things I’ve heard this young man complain about would keep us talking forhours.”
“Is that your way of telling me he’s always been a grump?”
“Since he was just a boy,” Mabel confirmed with a nod. “Some might think you two aren’t a good match because of that, but there’s no denying your chemistry. That kiss—whew!” She fanned herself and winked. “I don’t think a soul alive could deny the attraction between you two lovebirds.”
Sutton shifted against me, no doubt recalling the kiss Mabel was referring to. Not to mention everything that had happened after. How Sutton had come against my tongue, then again on my cock, all before I’d settled as deep as I could and filled her up.
Fucking Christ.
I needed to stop that train of thought immediately. My cock was already at half-mast, and the last thing I needed right now was to be sporting full wood while trapped on this godforsaken ride with Mabel as witness.
George took us throughout downtown. And he drove this tractor about as well as he drove his car, which wasn’t saying much. He steered us directly over a giant pothole, causing the entire back end to lurch and sending Sutton scrambling.
She yelped, her hands flying out as she tried to gain purchase and not fall off the tiny portion of the hay bale she occupied. On reflex, I wrapped my arm around her, palming her hip as I tugged her into my side.
