“Hi, Wyatt,” I reply.
“You sure you want to hang out with this asshole? He’s grumpy and ugly. You’re more than welcome to come inside the barn with me.”
Collin climbs up on the four-wheeler and gets ready to start the engine. “Sure, because that’s what women want. To hang out in a dirty barn that smells like cow shit.”
I can’t help but crack a little smile at their banter. It’s cut off by the roar of the engine, and I stand back and watch as Collin slowly reverses down the ramp. He drives forward and pulls up beside me. “Ready?”
I nod and pull my hair back. Then, I climb on the machine, pressing my front to his back and wrapping my arms around his waist. “Don’t we need helmets?” I ask.
“We won’t be going too fast. Plus, I know this property like the back of my hand. I can handle it,” he tells me confidently, earning a nod from me.
I don’t know why, but I trust him. More than I think I’ve ever trusted anyone else. “Let’s do it.”
“Have fun, kids, but remember, I have cameras. You get caught doing something spicy, I’m gonna post the video in the town-wide Facebook group.”
Collin lifts his hand, flipping off his friend, who just walks away laughing. We jolt forward, my arms tightening around his body. The wind whips past me, making me grin, as the sun shines bright in the later-afternoon sky. We skirt around the field on grass and dirt paths that have been well-ridden. Everything else just falls away as I take in my surroundings. The green trees, the freshly planted fields, the pastured cattle watching us move by. It’s calm, serene, and beautiful. I can see why someone would love to live in a country setting like this.
When we reach a path the veers into the trees, we slow and take the turn. It’s cooler under the canopy of trees, and thebreeze all but stops. I take it all in, closing my eyes a few times and just letting the air kiss my face.
After we ride for about an hour, he slows to a stop along a creek that runs through the back of the property. “Well?”
I can’t help but smile. “Just what I needed.”
“Good,” he replies, slowly climbing off the machine and stretching his legs and back. “I hoped it might do your soul some good. I usually come out here and ride when I need to think or get away.”
“I can see why,” I respond, getting off the four-wheeler and taking in our surroundings. “It’s beautiful here.”
He nods. “Someday, I’ll live in the country. I’d love to find a piece of timber like this and build a house in the middle. One you can’t see from the road.”
“Sounds perfect. And every time you come up the driveway, you’re greeted by a dog, right?” I ask, closing my eyes and picturing it.
“What kind of dog?” he asks gently.
“I don’t know, something big and fluffy, like a Lab or a shepherd.”
“Both great breeds. We had a beagle when I was growing up. His favorite was Charli. He’d even let her do wild things like paint his nails. One night when Mom and Dad went out for dinner, he sat there while she put a dress on him. Cade and I were mortified.”
A giggle spills from my lips. “What a good dog.”
He nods. “His name was Buddy, and he was just that. Everyone’s buddy.”
“I love that. Maybe someday when I’m not in an apartment above the bar I’ll get a dog.”
“You should.” He looks around, the faintest smile on his kissable lips. “Well, what do you say. Ready for a little more riding?”
“Of course,” I reply, stretching my back a little before we climb back on.
He gets on first, but when I join him, I don’t return to where I was sitting before. I shimmy myself right onto his lap, instantly feeling his cock growing hard between my legs. “This might make it hard to see.”
I shrug, slipping my arms around his waist and pressing my chest to his. “Then we better be careful, huh?”
His hands move around to my ass. He squeezes the globes and rocks his hips, creating the most glorious friction. “Guess it’s your turn to drive.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Collin
