Then his mouth is back on mine. The voices of people walking around the stable add to the excitement. Not that I want to be caught. Dear Lord, that would be the worst thing ever. Tristan and I can’t ever be found out, especially not like this, but there’s a thrill to the fact that we could be caught.
He turns us, pressing my body against the back of the stall, hiding us even farther behind a stack of hay.
This is what a cowgirl’s dreams are made of. Sneaking around in the barn with the boy who is forbidden.
I mean, seriously, talk about a fantasy.
“Tristan,” I murmur against his lips. “Unbutton your pants.”
He groans softly and then moves his hands down. I lift my skirt, grateful for once that Suzanne picked out my outfit. She claims I have great legs and needed to show off a little honey to attract the bear.
I just had no idea it would be this one.
Well, I mean, I knew this would be the only one if there was one.
But he wasn’t supposed to be here.
“Now, right here?” he asks, his finger slipping between us, rubbing my clit.
I gasp, but his mouth is there to swallow the sound.
He pulls back. “Quiet, or I’ll have to stop.”
“Don’t you dare.”
Tristan’s eyes are like fire. “Turn around.” I do so immediately, and his hands are on my ass. “Hands on the wall.”
I lift them, pressing them flat against the cool wood.
I hear the tearing of the packet and then see it fall on the hay beside me.
Yes. Thank God.
His lips are against my ear again. “You want me to fuck you right here?”
I nod.
“Where anyone could walk in?”
I nod again. I really couldn’t care less if we were in the stands right now.
He takes my earlobe between his teeth and lifts my hips up. “God, I missed you too.”
He…what? Did he just admit to missing me?
Is that why he’s here?
Then a second later Tristan pushes my panties to the side and sinks in deep. My ability to speak is robbed and my breath is gone as he fucks me hard against the wall in a horse stall at the rodeo.
Chapter 23
Tristan
Ifucked up.
Not like in a small way either. No, Ireallyfucked up.
Not only did I leave Sadie at camp a day early—for the record, she didn’t need me, so it’s not like I skipped out on my kid—but I left and came here.
