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I groan. I hope so. Would I be so lucky as to be the man who makes her melt? Who makes her burn?
When her teasing hands slide back down to palm my crotch, I groan and let my lids slide shut. With deft fingers, she unbuttons my fly and slides the zipper down. Then her hand dives under my boxer-briefs and we both let out a slow breath as she wraps her fingers around my shaft. She strokes it, and I buck against her.
“Easy, woman,” I growl. “I don’t want to come yet.”
Another stroke—another buck of my hips. Her fingers barely reach all the way around my shaft and when her eyes drop down to watch what she’s doing, I can hardly contain my growl. Jen whimpers in response, and I realize she likes this. Reaching another hand into my pants, Jen cups my balls and all I can do is widen my stance and lean my hands against the wall, caging her in. She strokes, fondles, and brings me to a fever pitch.
“Jen,” I pant, not knowing what to say.
I’m the luckiest fucking man in the world, because the woman of my dreams has her pants around her ankles, I can still taste her pleasure on my tongue, and she’s stroking my cock like she wants to milk every drop of my seed from it.
Rolling my hips, I search for more friction. Using my hand, I claw her shirt up and hold it over her breasts, my gaze riveted on the movement of her fist over my shaft. The head of my cock slides against her stomach, the bead of moisture spreading over her skin. I watch it, fascinated, as my breath grows shorter.
A hand job up against the back of a barn is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life.
Jen lets out the sexiest little moan as she strokes me, both hands working me so well I claw at the barn, my other hand twisted into the fabric of her shirt—
And a branch snaps in the forest behind us.
We both freeze. I press myself against Jen’s body, wanting to hide her, protect her. My eyes scan the darkness, watching the gathering shadows beneath the trees, looking for…something.
“What was that?” Jen’s hand is on my cock, but she isn’t moving. It almost feels like she forgot she was holding me.
Just my luck. The best hand job of my life interrupted.
Throat scratchy, I hum. “Maybe an animal?”
Jen gives me a flat stare. “Sounded pretty loud for an animal.” Her hand, I’ll note, is still wrapped around my dick.
“The wind?” I say, not wanting to move.
She purses her lips, unimpressed. “Do you feel wind right now, Fallon?”
Damn her and her logical mind.
Disengaging her fingers from my cock—and breaking my heart in the process—Jen places her hands on my shoulders and peers at the forest behind me. I reach down and shove myself back in my pants. Then I reach down to pull her clothes up and turn around to shield her. All I can see are bushes, trees, shadows. The moon is a silver crescent in the sky, and the lights from the main house spill on the lawn. Every shadow looks like the shape of a man, like a monster creeping through the trees.
Ever since this competition started, I’ve felt like there was someone out there. And then there was Jen’s rumpled underwear…
It’s got to be the stress. The competition is already getting to us, and Slim has been looking for me. I’m worried and stressed out, that’s all. Paranoid. I just spent six months visiting prison every week and it brought up old, forgotten memories from the years I spent inside.
“Let’s go to the cabin,” I say, hooking my hand around Jen’s shoulders.
“You think someone’s out here?” Tension lines her face as she scans the forest around us, eyes darting to every patch of creeping blackness.
The night seemed so warm and inviting a few minutes ago. Now a chill seeps into my skin.
“No,” I say. “But I was serious about the barn thing.”
Jen relaxes, nudging me with her shoulder. “But how am I supposed to get rid of all my uptightness if I don’t do things like naughty outdoor sex?”
“That’s easy,” I say, leading her onto the path and into the trees that will take us to our guesthouse. “Just don’t get rid of your uptightness.”
She gives me a sideways stare, all sass, the sounds and shadows around us forgotten. “That’s not a good solution, Fallon.”
“Why would you want to change the way you are? You’re perfect.”
Her lips drop open, then she shakes her head. “No such thing.”
