Page 78 of Filthy Twisted Devil

Unexpected relief fills me. Seeing how comfortable Eden seems here, I think part of me worried it would change her mind about Toronto. I know that for some people, the call of home can win out over their ambition. I should have known better, though. Eden’s like me—we might carry our families in our hearts, but our dreams are our North Star.

I was going to tell her about the email I got later, but I might as well do it now. She may be the only person who understands what it means to me.

“Air Canada contacted me,” I say.

“They did?” Her words are carefully neutral. I know she remembers that Twisted Devil had an exclusive deal in the works with the airline, one which got blown up when the Peppermint article went viral.

“Yeah. They emailed me while I was hauling boxes. They want to add our whiskey to their lounge menus.”

Eden sits up. “You're kidding. Luke, that's incredible!”

I grin. “Yeah. Now, it's not as big as the deal I missed out on. It's not like they want us to be their exclusive providers, but just having us on the menu is a step in the right direction.”

“Still. Do you know how many people go through those lounges? This could open up your customer market in a huge way. Your name would be in front of international fliers, and if they like it, you’ve got global fans.”

“Yeah. I don't want to get too excited yet, since we haven't closed the deal. But there's a lot of potential upside.”

She squeezes my hand. “You're going to get it. Obviously, the decision makers are fans of your product. All we need to do is research any executives who had their doubts about your bad PR and charm the hell out of them. I’m not worried.”

I’m not sure if she realized that she used the word “we,” but it sets off butterflies in my stomach. I’m not a man who feels butterflies. I’m far too hard for that, but then again, Eden has drawn out plenty of feelings that I didn’t know I was capable of entertaining.

More stars twinkle into existence above us as the remaining sunlight is swallowed up by the darkness. Eden releases my hand and gets to her feet.

“We should probably get back to the house.”

Standing, I shake out the blanket and fold it before handing it to Eden, who puts it back in her bag. The minute she’s done, I grab her hand again. I don’t want to give up a chance to touch her. With a subtle pull, Eden directs us toward the barn instead of the house. I don’t fight her. I’m not sure what she’s thinking, but she’s never been one to keep me waiting. Eden’s not about playing games.

With the porchlights off, the barn is even darker than the fields outside. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but they do, and I can make out Eden’s features. Her face is tilted up toward mine, her pretty lips parted slightly.

Maybe it’s an invitation. Maybe it’s just Eden looking at me in the dark. Either way, I’m done resisting. I grab her face and kiss her. Her lips move hungrily against mine, her body pressing hard against mine like she’s been waiting all day for this. Our tongues tangle, and I’m not capable of finesse right now. My wildflower tastes too fucking sweet.

Before I can get my fill of her, Eden fists my shirt and yanks me back into an empty stall. She gently guides me to lean against the wall, then she sinks down to her knees.

Fuck.

She looks up at me through her lashes, hunger blazing from her eyes. Her tongue peeks out to wet her lips, and my cock twitches at the sight. Eden is a goddamn vision on her knees, and if she stopped right now without touching me again, I wouldn’t even mind. As long as I can carry the image of her like this, I’ll be happy.

Then she unbuckles my belt and I change my mind. If she stops right now, I’ll be ruined. I’ll spend the rest of my life craving her tongue and lips. I’ll lose my goddamn mind.

A branch creaks outside, and I’m startled back to reality. The door to the barn isn’t locked, and we might be in a stall, but anyone could walk in. As much as I’d love to see Eden’s lips wrapped around my cock, it’s not worth her being embarrassed. Not to mention, I’m liable to have a shotgun shoved straight in my face.

“Wait,” I hiss through my teeth. “Someone might come out here. They might see us⁠—”

“I don’t care,” Eden says. She nuzzles her cheek against the bulge in my pants, like she’s so desperate for my cock she can’t even wait. “I want this, Luke. I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks. Please.”

I groan, my head falling back against the wall. I can’t remember a woman ever being so eager to put her mouth on me. Considering I mostly enjoy short term arrangements, my partners tend to be more focused on their own pleasure than mine, which is mostly fine by me. Her naked enthusiasm makes my cock ache.

When I nod, she eagerly undoes my jeans with clumsy fingers. She reaches inside my boxers to take out my cock, and her hand wrapped around me feels like fucking heaven. My eyes are glued to her face as she makes a few explorative strokes. She looks at my cock, watching it with fascination as it twitches under her touch. I groan.

“You like seeing how much you affect me, wildflower?”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Yes.”

Fuck.

This woman is going to be the death of me.

She leans forward, licking my tip with careful, exploratory strokes. She hums, seeming to like how I taste. When she flattens her tongue and licks me from root to tip, I have to stop myself from threading my hands through her hair. I don’t want to be her Dom for this. I want her to have total freedom to explore just the way she wants. My hands clench into fists and I force them back against the rough wooden wall.