"Hey girl," I murmur, grabbing her bridle. "Time for our midnight ride."
I don’t bother with a saddle, never do when I’m on my way to the silo. Just lead her over to the mounting platform and get on.
I guide her toward the back pasture, making no attempt to hide in the shadows. The moon is nearly full tonight, lighting up the grass, making it silver. I don’t jump her over the fence tonight. Just open the gate, walk her through to freedom, and kick it closed with my toe after we’re out.
Once we're on the grass, I give Cassia her freedom too. She breaks into a slow canter, knowing the way as well as I do by now. The path to the silo is worn into my memory, into her muscles. We've made this journey so many times.
Twenty minutes later, the old grain silo appears on the horizon, a dark cylinder against the star-filled sky. I slow Cassiato a walk as we approach, giving her time to cool down. No Legion yet. His bike isn't here.
I dismount, my dress riding up as I slide down, then leave Cassia to graze, her reins fastened into the chinstrap of her bridle. She won't wander far.
Then I pace around the silo entrance, checking my watch again and again as the seconds tick towards midnight.
My body responds to the distinctive growl of his bike cutting through the quiet night. Instantly, heat is pooling between my legs. I stand still, watching as his headlight bounces over the uneven ground, growing brighter as he approaches.
Legion kills the engine but leaves the headlight on, illuminating me in its beam. I can see him clearly—leather cut over bare chest, jeans worn in all the right places, boots kicking up dust as he dismounts. He walks toward me slowly, deliberately, eyes never leaving mine. I don't move. Won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me eager, even though my heart is poundin’ so hard I can feel it in my throat.
When he reaches me, he doesn't speak. Doesn't smile. Just grabs my face with both hands and crashes his mouth against mine.
Everything ignites. My hands are in his hair, pulling him closer. His are already sliding up my thighs, finding the edge of my underwear. We stumble backward until my shoulders hit the metal wall of the silo.
"No talking," he growls against my mouth, as if I was about to start a conversation.
I bite his lower lip in response, hard enough to make him hiss. "Shut up and fuck me."
His hands are everywhere at once—ripping my underwear down my legs, shoving my dress up around my waist, squeezing my breasts through the thin fabric. I'm fumbling with his belt,desperate to feel him. The zipper gives way under my fingers and I push his jeans down just enough to free him.
His cock is already hard, hot and heavy in my hand. I stroke him roughly, watching his eyes darken.
"Get on your knees," he commands, voice low and dangerous.
I sink down in front of him, the cool grit of the ground biting into my bare knees. He reaches down, pulling on the hem of my dress. Yanking it over my head and tossing it aside.
I look up at him through my lashes, meeting his gaze. His eyes are the same. Haven't changed since we were teenagers sneaking out past midnight. Without breaking that connection, I take him in my mouth, welcoming his thick length between my lips. My tongue traces the underside of his shaft, teasing the sensitive spot just below the head. The weight of him fills my mouth completely—heavy with need, pulsing with a hunger that matches my own desperate craving.
I work him deeper, letting my lips stretch around his girth, savoring the way his breath catches when I swallow around him.
His fingers curl tighter into my hair. "That's it," he groans. "Show me how much you missed this cock."
The rawness in his words sends electricity down my spine, pooling between my thighs where I'm already soaked and aching. I take him deeper, proving with actions what we both already know—that I crave this lust like a drug.
The taste of him is intoxicating, familiar yet somehow new, like revisiting a favorite memory only to find it's even more powerful than you remembered. I worship him with my mouth, communicating everything I can't say with words. Moaning and taking him deeper, using my tongue the way I know drives him crazy.
His grip tightens painfully in my hair. "Enough," he says. Pushing me off him and hauling me to my feet. "My turn."
He spins me around, bending me forward until my hands brace against the silo wall. My ass is up, exposing me completely to the night air. I hear him drop to his knees behind me, and then his mouth is on me, his teeth biting into the flesh of my hips as he pushes a finger up against my asshole.
The unexpected pressure makes me gasp and arch my back.
He's never taken me there before, never even hinted at it during our countless rendezvous in this rusted metal sanctuary.
But I won't say no if he wants to tonight.
The thought of him claiming this final, forbidden territory sends a shiver of both fear and anticipation through my body. I can't say no to him—not for anything sexual. Every boundary I've ever established crumbles to dust when Legion touches me like this.
I want him to claim me in every way possible, to mark me as his in ways that will linger long after I've returned to my picture-perfect life at the ranch.
I cry out, shamelessly pushing back against his face when he begins to lick me. His hands grip my ass cheeks, holding me open as he devours me. His tongue circles my clit relentlessly before dipping inside me, tasting how wet I am for him.
