“You’ve got this.”
I took a deep breath. Nodded at his faith in me.The tractor was pointed toward the beautiful farmland behind the barn. Nothing but snowy fields in front of us.
He shifted a lever, which must have put the thing in drive. His other hand gave my hip a squeeze. “Go for it.”
Biting my lip, I put my foot on the pedal and the tractor jerked into motion. I couldn’t help but grin as it bumped and rocked along. “I’m doing it!”
“That’s a girl. You’re gonna be a cowgirl yet.” I couldn’t help but grin at the ridiculous possibility. My parents would shit a brick, which made my smile grow even bigger.
“Where are we going?” I asked after a few minutes.
He pointed up a rise. “That way.”
As we rode, one of his hands remained on my hip, the other wrapped around my waist so his palm rested against my belly. Even through Lainey’s coat, I felt the heat of it. What I also felt was how hard and thick he was against my bottom. Every shift and bump of the tractor had me rubbing against him. Made me eager and, well… horny.
“See the cattle?” He pointed, then turned his head to kiss me on the neck, one of the only spots of skin on me that was exposed.
I nodded and tilted my head to give him better access. The cab was heated, but I still shivered from the contact. I steered a little to the right all the while focusing on the feel of him. Of his touch.
His hands shifted, slipping under the borrowed coat and my sweater to my bare skin. When his hand slid up to cup my breast, I gasped. Closed my eyes at the feel.
“Buck.”
“Can’t drive with your eyes closed,” he murmured, then nibbled behind my ear.
My eyes flew open as if I’d fallen asleep on a five-lane highway. “I can’t drive with you doing that,” I whispered.
“What am I doing?” he murmured in a playful voice.
“Teasing me.”
“This isn’t teasing,” he said, then slipped his hand down the front of my leggings. “Thisis teasing.”
“Buck!” I cried when one thick finger filled me up. My foot slipped off the pedal and the tractor slowed to a stop, the motor rumbling beneath us. The group of black cattle were about fifty feet off, a striking contrast standing in the bright snow.
“Lean back,” he murmured.
I let go of the wheel and did as instructed, my back to his front, my head resting on his shoulder. Then, with a very deft move, widened his knees which opened me up to him.
We were bundled up, ready to meet the abominable snowman, but he had his hand in my pants. He rubbed my clit with the heel of his hand as he fucked me with one finger, then two.
The tractor windows were fogging up and we had a bunch of cows as an audience to our naughty activities.
“My job as your man, sweetheart, is to give you pleasure,” he said beside my ear. “Anytime. Anywhere. Like at the diner. Here in the tractor. You need to come?”
I nodded against his shoulder, bit my lip. Suddenly it was stifling in the cab and the only thing I could rip off was my hat. I rolled my hips as he made me come. I cried out, my pleasure an echo off the glass.
“Look at you all greedy. I can’t wait for you to get on my dick and watch you take what you want.”
I was left panting and sweaty and ready for more.
I stood up as best I could in the small space, then spun around, crawled back on his lap, this time facing him. His gaze was hot and hungry. “More.”
My hands went to his belt buckle.
“What do you need, Sage?”
“Your dick. I want to see it. Feel it. In my hand.In me.”
