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Much to my surprise, Tyler is taking this work seriously. I find myself alone, in a stall, stabbing into a massive pile of straw and dung. A horse barn in warm weather is the worst thing I’ve ever smelled in my entire life, but I know it needs to be done. These animals deserve a clean place to stay.
“This is a lot harder than I thought. I’m only halfway finished and my arms are already burning,” I admit.
Tyler’s deep laugh rumbles in the next stall. “I won’t say it’s the most glamorous job in the world, but I’m sure there are worse ones. Like cleaning hog pens.”
“I’ll take your word on that one, because if it smells more awful than this, I don’t want any part of it.”
“This is pretty bad, though, but the faster we work, the sooner we can get out of here,” he says.
We work quickly, trying to get eveything done, and just as the barn starts to smell a little better, my mind begins to drift to how things were for me just a few months ago. I wonder what my friends back home are doing tonight. My life here is a startling contrast to what it once was. It makes me curious as to what tonight is going to be like.
“This party tonight . . .” I trail off as I wonder out loud.
“Yeah?” he responds.
“What kind of party is it exactly?”
“I dunno, it’s just a party. Are you asking me if we have a theme or something? Do we really need that to get together and drink beer?”
I laugh and then decide to tease him a little. “No. I wouldn’t expect that much creativity from you country bumpkins.”
“Hey now . . .” He chuckles.
“I’m just joking. But seriously, what should I wear to this unfestive drinking event?”
“Wear whatever you want. It’s not like there’s a dress code or anything.”
“Well, can you at least tell me what the girls around here typically wear to a party? I don’t want to be dressed wrong and stick out.”
He walks into my stall and leans his shoulder against the rough wood wall and smiles, nearly stilling my breath. “Avery, I think you’ll stand out no matter what you wear.”
I give him my sexiest grin. He’s flirting with me and this is an area I’m well schooled in. I want to keep this going. “Are you saying I’m noticeable?”
He takes a step toward me, pulls the pitchfork from my hands, and props it against the wall. His strong arms wrap around me, effectively crushing me against him. The heat from his body pulsates off of him, activating the delicious smell of his woodsy cologne. His blue eyes are fixed on me intently, only leaving my gaze for a second to stare at my lips, which causes me to lick them—inviting him to kiss me.
“You’re very noticeable,” he whispers before his lips meet mine.
My heart thuds in my ears as his tounge probes into my mouth, teasing me, and it makes me want more. My fingers lock into his thick hair as I hold him in place. This subtle gesture only excites him further. He swings me around and pushes my back against the scratchy wood. He breaks our kiss and then his lips trail down to my neck, leaving a fire in their wake. I run my fingers up and down his back. It feels good to feel so wanted by him. The way he can’t seem to get enough of me even though I’m off-limits makes me feel powerful.
His hand slips under my shirt and I let out a soft moan before his mouth covers mine again. If we keep up this pace, things will eventurally escalate beyond just making out, but I don’t want to think about what that will mean for us. The need to be as close to him as I can rocks through me. I draw my right leg up and hitch it around his hip, this time causing him to groan as he grinds his pelvis into mine. Feeling him against me has me so turned on that I can barely see straight.
I reach down and find the button on his jeans. Before I can pop the button open, his fingers wrap around my wrist, like a restraint.
“Avery . . . you have to stop tempting me. I won’t be able to keep telling you no.”
“So don’t say no,” I whisper before I bite his bottom lip. “I want you so much.”
I know I shouldn’t encourage him to break his promise to his father, but I can’t help myself.
“You know I can’t.”
I ignore his plea. My own greedy need overshadows any guilt I may feel for trying to seduce him. I move my hands back into his hair and press my body tight against his. His will seems to crumble as he grips my hips and presses me firmly into the wall. He glides his strong hand down my thigh and stops at the back side of my knee, guiding my leg back around his waist. Gripping the bottom of his shirt, I slip it up over his head and toss it across the top of the wood wall.
He follows my lead and slides my tank top up before throwing it on top of his. Tyler reaches behind me to release the hooks of my bra to allow access. He traces the white lace of my bra with the tip of his finger before he slides his hand underneath the cup of my bra. His hand on my bare breast sends shivers all through my body. I throw my head back and close my eyes, feeling victorious. I ache for Tyler to touch me all over, and just as I think I’m about to get what I want, I hear Granny calling my name.
“Oh, shit!” I hiss.
Freaking out at the thought of getting caught in this compromising position by my grandmother, I shove Tyler back, giving myself enough room to reach back and fasten my bra.
