He cracks the window and tells Tater to stay in the truck while we walk into the dark yard. Posted signs warn us that the area is under video surveillance, but I was still expecting the gate to be locked. Perhaps it’s normal to have people just drive in here at all times to look at pre-made buildings.
Cowboys and farmers aren’t exactly on nine-to-five schedules, so I guess it makes sense.
“This one is nice,” he says.
It’s a smallish barn with a sloped roof and more like a lean-to than a barn.
“You said you grew up in Northern Manitoba, didn’t you?” Rhett nods. “The snow might drift in here too much. You need more shelter out front than the trees provide.”
“Good point. Which one appeals to you?” he asks as we stroll down the dark lane. I almost say whatever one he likes, except he asked me here, not as a romantic getaway that only farmers might enjoy, but because he values my opinion. He wants to listen and hear me about something as trivial as a barn for his horse. Which isn’t trivial to him at all. If I’m being honest, it’s not trivial to me either.
“Dee?”
I’ve stopped walking. Lost in my thoughts over this man who has me tied up in knots worse than whatever he and Alec were working on.
“Sorry, was just thinking.” My boots crunch on the gravel to catch up to him. “Maybe a single entrance that you could build a windbreak around if needed, and the building closed in. No windows, they just break, but you could have those vents at the top, the ones that spin?”
Rhett nods as he looks down the row. “I think I see one over there.”
He leads me down the darkened path. The farther we get from the lot lighting, the darker it gets, but Rhett presses on until we reach the one he saw.
We stop in front of the structure, and Rhett uses the flashlight app on his phone. It’s exactly what I pictured. An opening for horses and people, no physical door. Vents along the top, and on the other end, there’s a feature I hadn’t thought of. “Oh, it has a double-wide door down here that would make cleaning stalls so much easier! What’s it like inside?”
We step into the structure to find one stall pre-built, but with room for at least three more. “Loads of storage in here, or you can keep it open concept so Wilbur can come and go. You could install a gate to lock him in every night as well. Which might not be a bad idea either. You could have part as a tack room even.” I’m aware my words are coming faster, and I can’t help it. It’s exactly what I pictured when I took that video for Rhett. “This is a versatile barn, Rhett. Easy enough to run power to as well. There’s a light at the end of the road, and the power company would do that for it. One of my friends did that a few years ago.”
Silence falls when I finally stop blabbing on about the damn barn possibilities like a host onMTV’s Cribs. Rhett stands in the shadows, but there’s a fond smile on his face that makes me ache.
“This is why I wanted your opinion. You’ve thought of everything. I’ll take a pic of the product number outside and order it. Are you hungry?”
“Not for food.”
Not when he looks at me like I hung the fucking moon do I want anything but him. I could be starving, but I’d still choose him before taking care of myself.
“What did you have in mind?” He rumbles as he steps closer to me. His hand settles on my hip, and his thumb pushes under my shirt to slide across my hip bone.
My fingers reach for the buckle on his jeans, and I tug him until we both stumble back into the wall.
“I’ve been thinking of this since you dropped off those flowers.” My hands flip the buckle, and Rhett dips his head closer to my mouth.
“I just wanted you to know I appreciated you. You don’t have to…to repay it or anything.”
“I want to. Can I?”
“Will we get caught? It’s public property with cameras, babe.”
Dear fucking god, stop calling me pet names before I say something stupid.
“Cameras are outside, and I’ll be quick.”
He gives a quick nod before taking my mouth in a blistering kiss that’s so hot my hands almost forget to finish unzipping him. When his cock is in my hand, he drops his head with a groan. “Fuck, Diamond. I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”
Lowering to my knees, I glance up before taking him in my mouth. “Thank you,” I whisper.
He’s thick and heavy on my tongue, and I’m out of my mind with lust. I should be second-guessing my plan of being on my knees in a pre-assembled model barn, but I have a pattern of throwing my rational thoughts out the window for Rhett.
His fingers slide through my short hair before his hand rests on my cheek.
“So good, Dee. Fuck…”
