“That guy the other night sure thought you were.”
Huffing, she glares at me, steel in her gaze. “I’m not interested in being some guy’s one-night stand. That’s why I’ve never…”
This time I catch it. “You’re a virgin?” Satisfaction courses through my body when she nods and looks away. She waited for me.
Jerking myself up, I growl. “Not me. Knock it off, dumbass!”
Her head comes up and she looks around the empty barn. “Who are you talking to?”
“Nobody. Why don’t I take you home?” She nods her head and her hair flames in the barn lights, shimmering like wildfire.
But as she turns, she yelps and trips over…air? Her hand comes out as her knee hits the ground and her fingers curl around my straining erection.
Sucking in air through my teeth, I groan and close my eyes.
“Oh, oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…I mean, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Her hand starts to pat at my crotch and my dick gets so hard I could probably pound nails with the damn thing.
She gasps and her eyes go so round that she looks like a cartoon character. I don’t think she’s breathing anymore either.
Moving stiffly, I pull myself back from her then I reach out my hands to help her to her feet, grimacing as my dick jerks again.
“Are you alright?” She asks me softly.
“I’m good,” I growl roughly.
“You don’t look good. You look…”. She doesn’t finish her sentence but her eyes dart down to my erection and I groan again.
“Jesus…stop looking at it, Sugar. He likes that.”
Her scarlet brows climb and then she giggles. “Yeah?”
Rolling my eyes, I jerk at my pants and try to get comfortable. “I think you can tell that quite well.”
She doesn’t answer me but her eyes keep darting to my crotch and it takes everything in me not to throw her ass down in some hay and fuck her breathless.
But she’s a virgin and there’s no way in hell she should get fucked for the first time in a cold, drafty barn on a bale of hay.
There’s a soft mewl off to the side and for a minute I think it’s her but her head comes up, her eyes searching the darkness. Then she darts out of sight and I sigh, wondering what she’s gonna get into now.
The woman’s a terror for sure.
But then she pops back up in front of me holding a tiny smoke-gray kitten that’s almost the same color as her eyes. It’s so tiny that it just looks like a hairball but she’s smiling, her gray eyes gleaming.
“He’s so cute!”
“He’s a she,” I say, glancing at the undercarriage of the tiny animal.
“She’s so cute.” She wanders off to the door and waits for me. “Do you think your mom would care if I take it with me.” Her brows scrunch again. “It’s cold in here. She shouldn’t be out here. Where’s her mom?” She searches around a hay bale like all of a sudden a smoke-gray mama is going to pop her head around the corner looking for her baby.
“Somebody probably dropped it off around here and she wandered into the barn.”
“Who would drop off this little tiny thing? What kind of people are out there?” She wanders off, muttering angrily under her breath even as she cuddles the little thing closer to her and wraps it up in her coat.
Shaking my head, I close the door behind us and help her across the yard and over into my truck. She immediately pats at the heater and sets it on a blast so hot that hell couldn’t possibly be hotter.
But I don’t say anything. Because she’s smiling and cuddling the kitten and it’s giving the occasional rusty purr and rubbing its filthy head on her arm.
“You’re gonna need to pick up some things at the store but stay here and I’ll get you a few things from the house. We have emergency supplies for these kinds of surprises.”
