“Lift up your dress and lean forward. Let me see how wet you are for me.”
Like the wanton thing she is, Tally grabs the bottom of her dress and pulls it all the way up, exposing her ass cheeks, which only have a black string between them. I press my fingers between her thighs and revel in the damp fabric. “You’re soaked, Tally darlin’.”
She hums as I slide one finger inside and then run it between her dripping pussy lips. “Can I have you right here, baby? Can I fuck this tight cunt and keep you quiet?”
She shudders out a whimpering breath. “Maybe.”
“Nomaybes. Do you need something to help you stay silent?”
She nods so I slide the panties off her hips and then bring them to my nose, inhaling. Already I’m addicted to her smell.
Unable to wait another second, I take her hips in one hand and line myself up at her entrance right before I take my other hand with the panties in them and shove them into her mouth at the exact moment I push inside her. She screams around her panties, but it’s muffled so no one but me can hear. Then I wrap a hand around her waist and play with her clit while I fuck her in slow thrusts. “That’s a good girl. Taking my cock and not letting anyone know. This is how you like it, though, right Tal, my dirty little secret?”
She nods as she bounces her ass against me.
I may be fucking her, but I’m the one who’s thoroughly fucked, and as she comes beneath my fingers and squeezes my cock, dragging my orgasm from me, I don’t see a damn thing wrong with any of it.
Fifteen minutes later I return from the bathroom, having snuck Tally to her room so she could clean herself up before coming back for the rest of the festival. We’ve still got a few more hours to get through before I can hopefully get her in my bed. Fucking her in secret is fun, but I crave the quiet we had in the cottage after sex. The midnight confessions under the moonlight with her warm body against mine, her hands strumming against my chest, her heart beating a steady rhythm with mine.
I step off the porch just in time to see Gail staring out at the driveway, the back of a familiar truck disappearing toward town.
I set my jaw. “What the hell did he want?”
My voice comes out gruff, and Gail’s shoulders jump in shock.
She turns around and I eat the distance between us in quick steps. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
Gail shakes her head, but her eyes are tired. “It’s fine. He was just stopping by to remind me that we owe him another lump sum payment by the end of the season.”
“Well, we knew that.” There’s no need for Frank to remind us. My fists flex. I don’t like this at all.
“This big Hall event will work, right? We’ll be able to save the farm?” For the first time since we came up with this plan, Gail looks truly lost.
I reach for her and tug her against my chest. She folds herself against me, and I can feel her arms shaking. These Darling women have gone from being strangers to the closest family I have, outside my sister and Quinn, in less than a year. I can’t let them down. Any of them.
I blow out a breath and realize I can’t do this alone. Tally was right about that. And because I’ll do anything to keep Tally happy, I leave Gail and go in search of a solution.
Despite the fact that I was looking for him, when I spot Eli, he lights up like he was the one searching for me. It’s clear this guy is starved of attention, but he’s seeking it in all the wrong places if I’m the one he’s trying to befriend. “The nominations are starting soon,” he says as he wraps an arm around me and walks us toward the fields.
“The nomi-what?”
“The nominations. For grand marshal.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about, and I’m sure my face says as much.
He laughs. “You really don’t know? How could you run this farm and not know?”
“Oh, you found him!” Rayna coos as soon as she spots us. The sun is a gorgeous orange blaze as it begins to set, casting a golden glow over the entire farm. I’m glad the festival hasbeen a huge success, and I’m hearing murmurs in every direction about how it’s been the best one yet, but I’m beyond ready for it all to be over. I’m exhausted. Even after everyone leaves, we’ll still have hours of cleaning up to do before I can crawl into bed. What I need is sleep. What I want is Tally.
The fact that she’s leaving in six short weeks means every second is precious. I can sleep in June.
“Sure did. Guy was fooling around in the shed.”
My head whips toward Eli, and I drop my arm from around him. “I was not.”
Eli coughs out a laugh.
“Then whatwereyou doing?” the town’s nosiest resident asks.
