Offering his hand, palm up, I took it and hopped down from my seat on the massive tire. I landed with ease on my feet, but definitely noticed the way Bale’s hand twitched in my direction as if ready to catch me if I had stumbled.
When we arrived at the large wooden structure, built like a human-sized chicken coop, its large opening allowed only a minimal amount of natural light to enter. To my delight, it was as empty as the rest of the courtyard.Apparently, everyone else had the sense to go home and get some sleep.
Helping me step over the wooden ledge, Corbin waited for me to steady my footing before he joined me. With each step, the dried corn kernels whispered distinct crunching sounds.
Another round of hissed protests from the corn graced the air as Bale stepped inside. Both of them had eyes on me.
Before I could make a snarky comment about it reminding me of a giant litter box, the corn shifted under my foot. My arms flailed, and for one breath-stealing second, I felt like Bambi on ice.
Instead of crash landing into the sea of grain, Corbin’s quick reflexes saved me with his arm banding around my waist, hauling me upright against him.
Giggling at my rare moment of incoordination, my hands grabbed onto his shoulders to anchor myself. A bright smile spread across my face, especially when I noticed how closely he had me secured against him.
“So, about that idea you had,” I murmured.
Corbin’s lips brushed against mine, a tease of what was to come. “I was thinking you are in need of some stress relief.” His eyes shifted to look behind me, where the corn rattled underneath Bale’s nearing footsteps.
In the blink of an eye, before I could overthink, Corbin’s lips were on mine. Slow and torturous, meaningful and claiming. His hands dropped to my hips, drawing meflush against him.
His tongue traced the seam of where my lips came together until I granted him entry, deepening the heated exchange between our mouths.
A soft whimper escaped me when Corbin pulled back far too soon.
The smirk was evident in Bale’s voice as he spoke. “Don’t stop on my account.”
“Never do.” Corbin flashed a wicked grin.
When Bale spoke next, the heat of his breath was right at my ear. “Tell me, kitten, are you still curious enough to go searching for the rest of my stitches?”
My heart pounded like a drum against my ribs, his offer leaving my mouth drier than the corn we were all calf-deep in.
Corbin nuzzled his face against the other side of my cheek, his lips sowing tender kisses across my jaw as he worked his way to the sensitive spot over my wildly beating pulse.
“I promise you, neither of us is letting you walk out of here until you are completely relaxed.”
Bale’s hand slid up the front of my throat, holding without squeezing. Enough pressure was applied to ease my head back while Corbin licked a stripe down the side of my neck. His other hand settled on the dip of my waist.
A soft gasp escaped me, leaving me swaying back against Bale’s chest while his thumb gently caressed over my pulse point.
“Look at you, kitten. Already melting for us,” Bale said as his lips finally made contact with the shell of my ear.
My mind was aware of every point of contact between them both, and at the same time, I couldn’t keep track of who was touching me where. It was beautifully chaotic and a blissful way to just let go.
The tension at the waist of my jeans released, and Corbin’s hand slid inside until his fingers stroked over the wet heat of my pussy. He groaned in approval, sliding his hand deeper inside my panties.
“Fuck, baby girl. You really are melting.” The tips of his fingers teased my entrance before pulling away entirely.
I made a choked sound of protest as his hand pulled completely out of my pants.
Bale’s hand squeezed my side, emitting a low hum of approval that echoed into my ear as Corbin held up his fingers. The moonlight spilling into the corn house’s opening caught the slick shine of my arousal on them.
He leaned forward over my shoulder, releasing my throat to grab Corbin’s wrist and pulling his hand forward. I watched as Bale slowly closed his mouth over the two digits, sucking off the evidence of how fucking turned on I was.
There was a dark and approving gleam in Corbin’s eyes that sent another rush of heat between my thighs. My hands balled up in his shirt, twisting the material in my hands just shy of overstretching it. All while mythighs pressed together, attempting to alleviate the fierce ache building between them.
A filthy littlepopcame from Bale’s lips as he pulled his head back from Corbin’s fingers.
“Mmm, sweet enough to rot a man’s teeth,” he said right before he spun me around to face him. The force of it tore Corbin’s shirt right from my hands, startling a squeak out of me.
