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“If one of them starts talking, I’m out.”
Dusty lets out a hearty laugh. “That is yet to happen, but some days I wouldn’t mind a decent conversation. I talk to some of my Army buddies on the phone once in a while. But besides the vet and the man at the hardware store, I don’t have the chance for much human interaction. It’s pretty isolated out here.”
“Yeah.” I try to keep the next question buried, but it claws its way out. “Do you think you could ever be happy in the city?”
He rubs at the back of his neck. “I don’t think I’d fit, darlin’. Plus, my grandfather left me this land, this farm. I could never abandon it.”
“No, of course not,” I say quickly. “It’s magical, after all.”
“Yeah.”
He looks at me for long moments, starting to say something else, when suddenly the mare is back on her feet, a sense of urgency filling the stall. For the next ten minutes, I watch in wonder as the mare gives birth to her foal. I don’t think I blink once the whole time. I’m witnessing a miracle and somehow, I’m not grossed out by the blood and muck that comes along with it. When it’s over and the mare is cleaning off her baby, I blink and heavy tears roll down my cheeks. My heart is beating so fast.
Dusty cleans up the stall while I move instinctively—who knew I had an instinct forfarmwork?—bringing the other horses back to their stalls and closing them in, confident they will remain inside now that Lady has finished giving birth. I smooth my palm down the sides of their powerful necks, laughing when the stallion nuzzles my shoulder.
“You trying to steal my girl, Buggy?” Dusty asks from the stall doorway.
A bubble of exhilaration bursts inside of me and I run across the stall, jumping into Dusty’s arms and wrapping my legs around his hips. “That was incredible.”
Our mouths meet in a slow, winding kiss.
“I need a shower before I put these hands on your pretty skin,” he rasps against my lips, carrying me quickly out of the barn and across the dark expanse of property toward the house. “Believe me, I am going to set the record for the fastest shower ever taken.”
“Mmmm. And then?”
“And then we pick up where we left off.”
“Where was that?” I murmur, feigning confusion.
“Don’t play with me, darlin’. I was just about to have the best night of my life.” My back is pressed to the front door of the house, his hips bucking upward into the juncture of my thighs, making me whimper. “Between the legs of an angel.”
“Ohhh, yes, I remember now,” I tease breathily.
With a playful growl, Dusty carries me into the house, his heavy footsteps loud on the floorboards on our way to the bedroom. He lays me down in the center of the bed and begins stripping off his overalls, already walking backward again in the direction of the bathroom. Until I see his naked body, I don’t realize how badly he does need a shower. He’s covered in all kinds of things, but he’s still incredibly hot. Even more so, because his body bears the fruits of his labor. And lest we forget, he is extremely aroused, his shaft protruding thickly from a pair of beautifully engorged testicles. He’s large enough to make me wonder if it’s physically possible for us to make love, but I trust him to find a way.
He stumbles a little on his way to the bathroom and I prop myself up on one elbow, giggling, watching him disappear through the door. The water goes on and I hear him muttering while he cleans himself, my own fingers plucking the buttons free of the borrowed flannel until I’m naked in the middle of Dusty’s huge bed.
My lips curve into a smile when the soap drops. Twice. Followed by curses.
Then finally the shower is off.
My giant bursts through the doorway of the bedroom, wet from his shower, not even bothering to dry off before he presses down on top of me, his mouth taking mine in a thought-blurring kiss. Water transfers from his skin to mine, warm and slippery, leaving us both wet as the kiss carries on and turns…turbulent. Lustful.
We’re not playful anymore.
Dusty’s thickness spears up between my thighs, parting my dampening flesh, a hoarse shout of my name leaving his lips, his hands fumbling to grasp my knees and yank them up, up, around his hips and he humps me roughly, our kissing turning almost violent. And it’s coming from both sides. I’m desperate for this man. I want him to provide me some relief and I want to give him the same. Maybe even more. I want to be his temptation and his salvation.
Now, now, now.
“Don’t know much about sex, but I know I’ve got to go down and eat it, darlin’. I can tell from here you’re snug as all get out. I need it to be wet.”
A gasp leaves me involuntarily. “I had no idea your mouth was so filthy.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, scooting down to lick my nipples, pinch them with his calloused fingers, before sucking them into his mouth and drawing on them noisily. Wetly. “I apologize for being rude. It’s painful to be this horny.”
I’m almost incoherent from the pleasure he’s inflicting on my breasts. They’re so sensitive. I never knew. “W-well we have to do something about that,” I stammer.
He slaps my breasts. Gently. A smack, right to left.
