He wrapped his teeth around the nipple ring and gave a little tug, sending a path of electricity straight to her core that sent her flying over the edge. Her muscles tightened around his shaft again as she cried out his name, coaxing his orgasm from him until he was seated deep inside her when he stilled, the muscles of his body hard as he gave a little thrust with another moan.
“Oh God.”
He collapsed to his elbows and deeply kissed her, taking his time to appreciate her thoroughly.
“I hope he gave you more than one condom.”
He shook his head. “I wasn’t expecting this. We’ll have to go back to the hotel for more.”
Sam rolled off her and pulled her into his side. He moved some of the hay over their bodies, aggravated he hadn’t thought to carry a blanket up to the rafters with them.
The creaking sound of a barn door opening made them still. Her eyes bulged as Sam handed her the dress and reached for his jeans. They tried as quietly as they might to redress.
“Sarah, you’re running out of time to convince him to sleep with you. He’s not going to need to be a math genius to realize this child isn’t his,” an unfamiliar male voice said.
Grace didn’t recognize the male voice and she froze, holding the dress up against her body. Sam’s cheeks turned an angry red, and not from the strenuous rafter play. He looked ready to explode as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
Grace grabbed his hand and shook her head, holding her finger over her lips.
“I poked holes in the neon condom and told him I couldn’t wait until our wedding day to have sex. That I wanted him tonight. I even paid the guys to make sure he was hot and horny. I’m trying my best to fix this, Steve.”
Grace’s eyes bulged as her gaze went to the discarded condom. She covered her mouth with her hand. Sam mouthed obscenities that would have made hersister, Quinn, proud. It was something she would have expected from her Aunt Betty. Not Sam’s ex, Sarah. Yep, they were screwed…literally. Had this been what Aunt Betty meant when she said their lives were in danger? God forbid one of them has a gun.
Sam’s face hardened in anger. He looked on the verge of blowing his lid and getting them both caught. Grace grabbed his arm and shook her head. They peered over the railing to find Steve had Sarah by the throat and pinned to the wall. He kissed her hard. “If he finds out you cheated on him with me, and that I knocked you up, he’s not going to marry you. And you know what that means, no wedding, no honeymoon. No honeymoon, no life insurance with you as the beneficiary. There will be no payout on his death on your one-year anniversary. We’ll be back to square one with a new kid and no money. We need his fucking money, baby. You need to make him believe that he got you pregnant, and that the baby just came earlier than expected. Everyone else will think you’re a helpless widow with a baby. They won’t think twice that you fell for your ranch manager. The cops won’t suspect a thing.”
“I’ll fix this. You know I can always seduce Sam and make him responsible. He’s still got it bad for me, and he’s wortha lot more money than his brother. I should have just stayed with him; we could have finished this years ago and be together by now.”
“He’d be harder to kill in Florida. No, we need it to be Richard, and out on the ranch, where there are less prying eyes.”
“I know, you’re right. I need to get back to the hotel before Sam gets back to find I’m not there since the rest of the girls are already back. I just had to see you one more time.”
Sam stumbled back and knocked some hay from the rafters as the couple turned to leave.
Sarah gasped as Steve called out, “Who’s up there?”
Grace covered her mouth with her hand, and her body with her clothes she’d yet to fully dress in.
“I heard everything, and you better believe I’m not going to let my brother marry a two-bit whore,” Sam said as he walked toward the railing. He held a finger up to his lips to keep Grace quiet.
“Oh my God,” Sarah screamed. “You…you….”
“What are you doing out here, Sam?” Steve asked as Grace heard the unmistakable cock of a gun trigger. Sam climbed down the ladder and out of view.
“I had a fight with Grace. She left town, and I came out here for some peace.”
“You’ll have plenty of that where you’re going,” Steve said before a shot rang out.
Grace’s entire body shook, and her breath caught as fear froze her in place.
“Why’d you go and do that?” Sarah asked. “Now how am I going to explain that his brother went missing from the wedding?”
Sam’s moan was the first clue that he wasn’t dead. “You’ll never get away with it.”
“Sure we will. You said it yourself. You came here for peace, to think, and have a few beers. An unexpected robbery and burnt body should do the trick. They’ll think the robber shot you and left you inside before setting the barn on fire to cover his tracks. We’ll take some things from the house and make it look like you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. They’ll never be able to tell the difference with the fire damage.”
“Get his wallet and phone, Sarah, and everything that might be worth money, then get out of here. Get back to the hotel so you have an alibi. Make sure plenty of people see you.”
“What do you want me to do with his stuff?”
