“Farrah,” I gasp.
“You’re not very good at this game.” She laughs.
“Then give me something to shut me up.”
She frowns at me, and I take advantage of her confusion. Sitting up, I shuck off my jeans and underwear before I yank at her clothes until she’s as naked as I am.
“Come straddle my face.” I wrap my hands around her hips, directing her where I want her until her knees are on either side of my face and her pussy is hovering right over me. “Now we’ll both have something to muffle our noises.”
She gasps when I pull her down onto my waiting tongue. It’s only a momentary distraction because she’s suddenly swallowing my cock down her throat in one go. My eyes practically cross at how deep she’s taking me. Her mouth is fucking heaven.
The race is on after that, both of us doing whatever it takes to get the other off first. I’m a hairsbreadth away from coming down her throat, so I double down, sucking her clit into my mouth until she tenses with her orgasm. It sends me over the edge, and I’m pumping my hips, coming in her hot, wet mouth.
She rolls off me as we try to catch our breath. I reach out to her, needing that little bit of connection still. Her soft thigh under my palm feels incredible. Sitting up, I find Farrahwith her eyes closed and a little smile tilting the side of her mouth.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
She opens her eyes, staring up at me as if I hung the moon. God, I don’t deserve that look, but I sure as hell am going to do whatever is necessary to come close.
“I’m perfect, Knox. Absolutely perfect.”
CHAPTER 35
Knox
“Where are we going?”
I give Farrah a look. She huffs, her lips settling into a mulish pout I want to kiss. I picked her up this afternoon for a surprise date, and she doesn’t love that I’ve kept the whole thing a secret. She’s asked no less than ten questions about what we’re doing and where we’re going, but I haven’t answered a single one. I haven’t pissed her off like this since before I kissed her the first time. I’m kind of enjoying it.
I love seeing that fire in her eyes.
I pull off the road, driving through the trees on the well-worn path. We’re still on my property, but on the opposite side to where Farrah lives. Her confusion is clear, but I revel in the fact that she trusts me enough to go along with my plan. I know how hard it can be to blindly trust someone after growing up the way we did.
I don’t take that lightly either. I’m going to use every chance she gives me to prove to her I won’t take advantage of her.
The forest gives way to a small clearing, where an oblong-shaped pond sits to one side, and on the other is a small cabin on a hill.
“Where are we?” Farrah asks again, sitting up in her seat.
“This is part of my company, Waters’ Camping. There’s something called ‘glamping’ that’s become popular with the city folks who want to feel like they’re living rustically without sacrificing their creature comforts.”
Farrah giggles. “I never once imagined I’d hear you say the wordglamping,let alone know what it is.”
I sigh. “I never thought I would either. I still don’t quite understand the appeal. We’ve made a killing on it though, so I can’t exactly look down my nose at it.”
“I bet. This place is beautiful.”
“Clients have the option to ride horses out to their cabins or take a guided ATV ride from our main building. Most people like taking the horses to get the full experience. And then at the end of their stay, we pick them up and bring them back to their cars. We take care of everything: food for the duration of their stay, catered meals if they don’t cook, the works.”
“Wow. I bet that costs a pretty penny.”
I snort. “It’s astonishing how much some people are willing to pay for the experience.”
“So what are we doing here?”
“I thought it might be nice to have a picnic, maybe go fishing or something, and then watch the sunset.”
Farrah looks at me with wide eyes. “You planned all of this? You brought food and supplies and everything?”
