Finally, after I’m gasping for breath and wobbling to stay in place, he presses into me for the final time and then pulls out. Cum drips down my thighs, and I’m coated with desire, sticky, and satisfied.
“Barn sex is a go,” I say, laughing. The pain in my knees hits me all at once, and I cringe as I try to climb off the bale. Hartley’s arm goes around my middle, and he brings me back against his chest.
“You never fail to amaze me.” He kisses the top of my head. “Thank you for that.”
“You’re thanking me?” I giggle, shaking my head. “I came out here requesting service. So thankyou.”
“Requesting service …” He chuckles, getting himself put back together. “I have an extra shirt in my truck. Want me to run down and get it?”
I consider my options. My plan was to go to Lolly’s straight from here, but I can’t go smelling like barn sex with him coatingmy legs. I’m going to have to go back to the house and jump in the shower.
“I’ll just head home,” I say. “I clearly need to clean up before I see my grandmother.”
He grins. “I don’t know. There’s something about this that makes me think she’d be proud to know you got bent over a hay bale in the middle of the day.”
We climb down the ladder, Hartley first, and then make our way to my car. He’s still shirtless, and I could go another round, but I know he has work to do. He can’t do me all day.
“What time do you think you’ll be done tonight?” I ask.
“Probably around seven or so.”
“Should I order us a pizza?”
He kisses my forehead. “Whatever makes you happy.”
I throw my arms over his sweaty shoulders and peer up at him. “You make me happy. And I don’t think I tell you that enough.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
I kiss him, smiling against his lips.I love you, Hartley Adler.
The words rise to the back of my throat, warm and urgent.
But standing in the middle of a field, freshly fucked, doesn’t seem like the right time or place. I’m not sure what moment I’m waiting for, but I’ll know it when it comes.
“Gotta go,” I say. “And you need to get back to work. I don’t know who your boss is, but this probably wasn’t on the schedule.”
Hartley opens my door and waits for me to climb in. “My schedule is flexible. Any time you need servicing, you show up. It’s in my contract.”
I laugh and start the car, rolling down my window. “See you tonight.”
“See you tonight. Be safe today.”
“You, too.” I put the car in reverse. “And if any other woman happens to be out here, you’d better put a shirt on.”
I watch him laugh in the rearview mirror as I drive back to our house.
Our home.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
Mira
I cough, brushing the warm air away from my nose as I reach the top of Lolly’s attic stairs.
“Any of them will do,” Lolly calls up to me. “Just me and Pop at a Christmas party in 1998. I have a gorgeous green ball gown on. You’ll know it when you see it.”
