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“Through and through. Fifth generation farmer of this land. Never wanted to be anything else.”
“When you have a farm like this, and where it is, I can’t blame you.” I take a big breath of country air.
“Yeah, it’s something else. My biggest fear is to lose it.”
“Is there a chance you will?”
His eyes flick to mine. “There… there shouldn’t be, but you never know what’s around the corner.”
“The pressure of the four previous generations lays heavy on your shoulders.”
He huffs and his gaze travels over the land around us, taking in all that is his.
“Julie wanted to stay here and help with the farm, but I couldn’t let her do it. The farm is my dream, not hers, and I can’t let her sacrifice her future for me.”
“Yet you’re risking sacrificing your dream for her, by letting her go.”
He doesn’t reply to that, but the crooked smile on his face tells it all. On a deep in breath, he says, “I’ve got some time before my cousin comes over to help with a field. Do you want to have a look at Glenda?”
* * *
Glenda is in an outbuilding that I’m sure could fall over at any time. The heavy metal door slams shut behind us, and all of a sudden, it’s very quiet, just the two of us in the dimly lit space. Can he hear how my breathing is increasing? I wipe my palms on my trousers as I take in the large room, looking anywhere but at the big man beside me.
I clear my throat and try for some small talk to ease the tension in the air. “Why do you have hay in here?” This building, overflowing with old farm equipment, doesn’t seem like the place to have it.
“This shed is more private than the main barn for a romp in the hay.” My eyebrows shoot up and Trevor chuckles. “Na, seriously, it was put here temporarily and I just never got around to moving it.”
His sigh tells me there are a lot of things he never gets around to doing.
Glenda sits proudly at the far wall, all red, rounded roof and green walls. It’s bigger than I thought, a nice porch at the back where the entrance is. The sense of its size changes once both of us go inside. Floorboards creak under our feet as I take in the two spindly chairs, a wooden foldable table and a small ornate shelf with mix-matched crockery, some chipped or missing handles.
“Your art?” I ask with a smirk, nodding to the children’s princess drawings pinned to the walls.
“Cheeky,” he chuckles. “It’s Julie’s. It’s a long time since I played in here.”
The corner of his mouth tilts, making me think of other meanings of “play”. My gaze lingers on his lips. I find it hard to breathe.
His electric blue eyes roam over my body and I shift self-consciously.
“Why did you and your wife split up?”
The question surprises me. “Um, the spark was gone, I guess. Nothing like lockdown to make you realise that.”
His tone dips. “So it had nothing to do with you wanting… something else?”
The room is too narrow and Trevor’s presence is overwhelming. He steps even closer. I quickly turn to the small, dirty window, sucking in the thick air, trying to hide the bulge in my jeans.
“No! I-I never strayed.” Heat at my back. “There’s not much room in this wagon, is there?”
Trevor’s breath fans over my neck. “I think is just enough room to have some fun, don’t you?”
And then he is on me, pressing his body close to mine, the outline of his hardening cock against the crack of my ass as he grips my hips with his large hands and pushes me back to him.
“Wait, Trevor…” I say, but my words lack conviction.
“Wait what?”
I moan as his lips find the base of my neck and my head falls to the side.
