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Whoa.
You could chalk it up to me being only nineteen. You could say it was because I basically spent all my time out here at my aunt and uncle’s farm, or that with being out here and with all the chores I had, I’d barelyspokento boys, let alone done anythingelsewith them. But whatever you want to blame it on, I know one thing: when those two stepped out of that truck, I felt something likefirecourse through my whole body.
Everyinchof it.
It was the two sets of piercing blue eyes, the two perfect sets of lips set into chiseled, square jaws covered in just enough to stubble to spark somethingachinginside of me. It was the way I could see arm muscles and broad shoulders and chests ripple and strain beneath plaid work shirts tucked into tight denim jeans.
It was the way both of them juststaredat me with this intense,hungrylook.
Jeb had looked at me too, but where his eyes had made my skin crawl, these two made my body comealive. I swallowed quickly, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth and feeling my pulse skip a beat.
The two of them just stared, eyes flashing and handsome, chiseled jaws tightening.
“See you in a few days, little miss.”
I pulled my eyes away from them at the sound of Jeb’s voice. The two gorgeous cowboys seemed to also pull away, both of them suddenly kicking their boots against the side of the truck, nodding at my uncle, and getting back into the cab.
Jeb started to turn to walk back to the truck when I cleared my throat.
“Uh, mister? What, uh, what sort of farm is this?”
His smile went wide, his eyes piercing into me like a shark spotting prey before they dipped back down to the open button of my shirt.
“It’s aperfectplace for a girl like you. That’s what kind of farm it is.”
And with a final wink, he tipped his hat at me and walked back to his truck, leaving me drowning in questions.
2
Johanna
Iclearedthe dishes after dinner that night, scraping them into the trash while I waited for the hot water in the old sink to heat up. My aunt and uncle had been quiet during supper, but I could hear them now in the other room, speaking in hushed but fierce voices. My aunt Mary kept saying it “wasn’t right,” and that this “shouldn’t be on her.” But my uncle was insistent, and I definitely heard the word “money” enough to know what was at stake here.
Besides, what was the harm in going? After all, I’d spent my whole life on a farm — my parents’ one before, and now my aunt and uncle’s place. I’d certainly milked my fair share of cows, and mucked out enough barns, and fed enough chickens to know what I was doing. So, I’d stay a few days at Mr. Pike’s farm and see what it was all about. And yes, this arrangement might’ve been made behind my back and without asking me, but then, Ididowe Jim and Mary a lot, and if working for this other man would help them keep their farm, who was I to complain?
Another deeper, darker part of me shivered in giggly excitement, thinking about the two other men from earlier in the day. The two rough-looking and yet totally gorgeous cowboys. I wondered iftheyworked on the farm too, and felt my face grow hot at the thought as I finished drying the last plate.
I went to bed that night feeling almost like I wasbuzzing,I was so anxious. I was excited for whatever newness this was, even if I was also more than a little nervous. I’d spent my whole nineteen years pretty isolated — first on my parents’ remote farm, and then the equally isolated farm that my aunt and uncle ran. Schooling had been at the tiny one-room school at the community center in the next town over. College had never actually been on the table, mostly for money reasons, but also because Mary and Jim needed me to work.
So really, this was me stepping out for the first timeever, and that idea both terrified and excited me like nothing else.
As I fidgeted, I slowly began to realize that my nervous excitement was quickly turning into somethingmuchmore. And I knew why.
The two ruggedly handsome cowboys I’d seen earlier that day.
I couldn’t stop thinking about them, and the more I did, the more my inexperienced body started to react in…squirmyways. I could feel the tingly achy feeling that I sometimes got downthere, and I blushed scarlet as if felt my thighs squeeze tight. The need was getting bigger and bigger, like an itch that was begging for a scratch, and I could feel a dull throb there between my legs. I glanced over my shoulder at the three other beds in the small bedroom that I shared with my younger cousins. Their eyes were closed and I could see the rhythmic rising and falling of their shoulders as they slept. But no, not here.
Feeling a rush of adrenaline, and feeling so naughty and soalive, I jumped out of bed in my nightgown and padded slowly to the door. Quickly, quietly, I made my way down the creaky farmhouse stairs and through the kitchen, to the far door that led into the barn.
I kept the lights off, guided only by the milky glow from the moon through the side windows as I stepped gently in my bare feet over the floor and around equipment to the far corner of the barn. It was darker over there, and hidden from view around an old stall door. I felt my pulse thump in my chest as I approached, giddy excitement and gnawing arousal at why I was here pulling at my young body. Quickly glancing back towards the door to the house, I pulled off my nightgown, draping it over the stall door.
I looked down at myself and sighed as I let my hands drift over my body. I shivered as I brought my hands up my torso, up higher to cup the soft, creamy skin of my breasts. My fingers ran lightly up the curve, until I gasped as they rolled over my pink nipples.
Mr. Pike’s wandering eyes had felt icky, and uncomfortable. But the way his two helpers had looked at me — well, that was something else.
That was somethingentirelynew to me, and I had to say, I liked it.
A lot.
