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“Need you,” she whispers, voice shredded to ribbons. Fuck. That’s all I need to lose my mind.
“Hell fucking yes.” I trail my mouth along her jaw, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. She tastes like heaven mixed with a little bit of sin. My hands slide higher, rough palms dragging her shirt up. Her skin is soft and hot under my touch. I yank her flannel over her head and toss it onto a pile of hay. Her tight little tank top is next. I tear it off like the animal I am, baring her sweet tits and biting down a groan when I see her nipples pushing hard against the black lace of her bra.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Montana. I’m not sure how you expect me to control myself when you look like that.” My voice turns to gravel, desperate and raw.
Reine gasps as I close my mouth over her nipple, sucking it through the lace and tugging just enough to make her hips jerk against my cock. I swear to God, I’m about to lose my goddamn mind. But then the main barn door creaks open, and someone’s boots strike closer. Fuck. Reine shoves at my chest, cheeks flushed and eyes wild. “Rain check,” she hisses, her voice so wrecked it nearly undoes me.
“Hell,” I grumble, but I help her scramble down and watch as she drags her flannel shirt on and shoves her white tank top under the bale of hay, her fingers shaking so bad I want to laugh and groan at the same time. My cock is throbbing, my head swimming with everything I want to do to her, but I bite down my frustration and try to look halfway normal.
She smooths her hair back, giving me a look that promises I’ll pay for this later. I can’t wait. Reine spins on her heel, cheeks blazing and hair wild, as the barn door creaks wide and old Louise stomps in. My cock is still hard enough to dent steel, but I grit my teeth and grab the pitchfork like I’m just Mr. Responsible, shoveling straw and totally not thinking about bending her granddaughter over a hay bale.
Louise gives us a sharp look, but if she notices my shirt is half untucked and Reine’s breathing like she just ran a marathon, she doesn’t say a damn word. Instead, she stalks over to the stall, eyes narrowed, and gives Thunderbolt a quick once-over.
“Looks good,” she grumbles, but I catch the tiniest hint of a smirk when her eyes flick from me to Reine. If this is a warning, I don’t give a shit. Nothing will come between Reine and me.
“We’re just finishing up chores,” I tell Louise, my voice a little rough. If she notices how wrecked Reine looks, she doesn’t let on. She just nods, gives Thunderbolt’s stall a once-over, and heads back toward the office, boots thudding on the wood.
I wait until the sound of Louise’s footsteps fades, then spin Reine around and pin her to the wall, my lips brushing her ear. “You’re killing me, Montana. One more minute in here and I’m going to lose my damn mind.”
She laughs, breathless, but shoves at my chest like she’s not seconds from melting all over again. “You’re the one who started this, Texas.”
“And I plan on finishing it, too.” I run my tongue along her jaw, loving the way she shudders.
