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Kendall flicked her finger along his beard and tapped his chin. “He’s teasing.”
Shane gave him a hard stare across the hallway. Lon put his hands up. “Boss perks. Got it.”
“Relax. He’s just jealous.” She popped her foot up and went on her toes to brush her lips against his.
He wrapped his other hand in the coiling fat curl of her ponytail and looked down at her. Her dark eyes flashed, and his half-ready cock hardened. “I think I need a break.”
Her eyes widened, and a half laugh escaped her. “Wouldn’t that be a little obvious?”
“I don’t care.”
“What if I do?”
He wrapped another length of her hair around his fingers until he hit the top of her tail. “Do you?” Her throat worked as he let her go and clasped her hand, leading her down the hall. “I just need a second.” He whisked her into the large stall at the front of the stables. The men were working at the back, framing out the twenty stalls that lined the walkway. This room was blessedly empty.
The sweet scent of hay lured him closer. A shaft of sun highlighted one bale, and he drew her down beside him. He pulled her into his lap until a knee perched on either side of him.
“Do you really think we should do this on the first day?”
“I haven’t seen you in hours. I just want—” He cut himself off to nuzzle her neck. Salty with the day, her taste filled his mouth. She lowered herself until the seam of her jeans rubbed along his strangled cock.
“Oh, well, then. I see.”
He grunted and caught her mouth. “No talking,” he mumbled.
She moaned into his mouth, and he filled his hands with her ass, grinding her against him. The quick shudder of her breath and the roll of her hips was worth a little hiding. He wanted to rip off her jeans and slam inside her until dust motes, sweat, and exhaustion were just a by-product of her. Until he heard the sound that meant she was close. That twist of her fingers in his hair, the way she palmed the top of his head when she was almost there.
He groaned into her mouth at the first scrape of her nails in his scalp. She surged against him, her breasts flush to his chest and her arms wrapping him in a cocoon of apples and a hint of lemon Life Savers. Christ, she was going to kill him. He latched his mouth on to her neck and tried to slow down the train.
The only stop he wanted was inside her, after his breath was a gasp because she rode him into oblivion. He pressed his forehead into her neck and gripped her back, trying desperately to hold her still. “Kendall.”
The purring moan that was half whine made him grin into her skin. “Don’t stop. Right there, I’m so close,” she moaned. Restless hips undulated against his aching cock, and he would have happily done anything not to stop. A whole different kind of banging came into the forefront of his hearing. In between the rasping breaths that made him so hard he was entirely sure he’d lose his fucking mind, he could hear the compressor from a nail gun coming their way.
He slammed her down on his lap and ground into her. The quick rasp of her voice made him groan.
“So close,” she whispered into his ear. Her breath was hot and hitching.
He dug his fingertips into the supple muscles of her back, and he rose against her rolling hips. “Christ, are you going to come just from this?”
She palmed the top of his head and latched her mouth over his. Fucking shit, she was. He kept up the steady bump against her even as his abdominal muscles shrieked and burned in time with his thigh muscles. She turned her cheek so theirs were side by side, and her breath cracked. He stilled under her as she ground into him so hard he knew he’d be wearing the indent of his zipper.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her head tipped back as she finally made the tiny shuddering moan he’d forever hear in his dreams. He brought his hand up between them and laid it on her chest. Her heart slammed like a kick drum under his palm. He nipped her chin.
She sagged against his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
He gripped her ponytail and brought her gaze up to his. Her pupils were wide open, leaving only a sliver of iris and her face flushed from wanting him. Humbled, he felt his heart turn. “What the hell for?”
“I didn’t mean… I—” She groaned and bumped her forehead into his shoulder. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“You’re damn lucky it wasn’t me.” Her laugh was sexy and low. He let her hair slide from his fingers and tipped her chin up. “You are so unbelievably fucking hot.”
She flicked her tongue along her dry lips. “Only with you, evidently.”
He dragged her in. Unable to leave her swollen lips alone, he teased open her mouth for a last lingering taste. She lightly scratched her way down the back of his skull to rest her fingers at his neck. Voices and the snick of nails pounding into pine brought him around again. He set her beside him on the hay bale and untucked his shirt. His dick was so hard he needed a minute to adjust. Her nails dug into his upper thigh. He dragged her hand down to his knee and laced their fingers.
With her cheek against his shoulder, he slowly relaxed.
“I didn’t mean to do that.”
