The truck rolled to a stop outside the barn. “I could tell you or …”
Cole slipped out of the truck and offered me his hand. “Or?”
Cole lifted me out, sliding me down his body. “Or I could show you,” he finished before crushing his lips down on mine.
Chapter fourteen
Cole
Fuck Grace was gorgeous.
She was my every wet dream come to life.
I spread a blanket on the ground before pulling Grace down on top of me. She’d shed her shirt without waiting, leaving her straddling me in her simple black bra and jeans. My mouth watered.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” she taunted, arching her back and propping her tits forward.
I didn’t answer. The words caught in my throat. Instead, I lifted my hips and showed her every hard inch of what I was thinking.
“Oh,” Grace moaned as she ground herself against me.
“You like that?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Grace’s eyes rolled back in her head and her lips parted.
“Is this what you call farmer things?”
“It can be. Why’s that?” I asked as I rubbed my hands up and down her thighs.
“Because I could definitely get into being a farmer if this is what I’d spend my days doing.”
“Or you could spend your days doing a farmer?” I suggested as I cupped her boobs through her bra.
“Now you’re talking.” Grace smirked, bending forward and giving me a glimpse straight down her bra before she kissed me.
Her kiss was filled with as much passion as she was. Her tongue dueled with mine and my dick thickened in my pants. If I didn’t get some relief soon, I would bust a nut in my jeans and embarrass myself. Something I hadn’t done since I was a horny teen.
When Grace came up for air, I flipped her over so I hovered over her. “Ready to be a real farmer?”
“I could be persuaded,” Grace teased.
“Good. Time for a roll in the hay,” I confirmed as I buried my face between her boobs, almost suffocating myself but I had no regrets. If this was how it ended for me, I would die a happy man.
The look on Grace’s face was one I’d never forget. Her eyelids fluttered, her cheeks were rosy and her lips slightly parted. Her chest was rising and falling with every breath she took, and I was hypnotized. It wasn’t until she rubbed her hot center against my thigh that I snapped out of my boob-induced haze and focused on what was important.
I popped the button on her jeans and slipped my hand into her panties.
“You’re fucking soaked,” I groaned as I ran my fingers along the seam of her lips.
“Your fault,” she muttered, arching her back trying to get me where she needed me.
“My fault? How’s it my fault?” I threw back at her.
“You’re a tease.” Grace’s eyes were barely slits as she accused.
I smirked before bending down and sucking on the pulse point on her neck. I knew I was going to leave a mark and that was my intention.
