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The tractor comes to a stop in front of us, unloading everyone from the trailer as they chat excitedly. When it’s our turn, I help Rachel up the small wooden ladder, leading her to the corner at the front. Once we’re all settled and we hear the safety instructions from Jacob, who I recognize as one of Brody’s employees, we get started.
The tractor engine roars to life and we start moving. The trailer bumps and rocks as we move into an adjacent field. Being from the city, I can’t comprehend how there’s still a farm in the centre of town, but I guess when it turns into the town’s official pumpkin patch and lends its land to festivals and events, it’s easy to keep around.
Rachel leans into me and takes in the sights as we drive through the pumpkin patch, seeing all the families picking theirs to take home. The edge of the field is lined with sunflowers, creating a wall around the property. Off to the side is a corn maze where kids are running and laughing, their happy sounds drifting from the rows of green.
My mind drifts back to the group chat with the guys. I’m not a fan of dances, especially ones where I would need to dress up. I’m a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy. Always have been, always will be, but the idea of showing up with Rachel on my arm, having her dressed up in some sort of sexy costume has me rethinking things.
Zach and I have already discussed closing the bar that night. Since the dance will be at the barn on the back of the brewery property, we are going to be closing the tasting room for the night. I had planned to go home and spend a quiet evening in, but now I’m thinking there might be a better offer.
“Are you going to the Halloween dance?” I ask, brushing her hair off of her face as it floats in the breeze.
“I, uh, I haven’t thought about it, really.”
“Have you ever gone?”
She looks down at her clasped hands in her lap and shakes her head.
“Why not?” I whisper.
“I’ve never had anyone to go with.”
“None of your old boyfriends would go with you?” The thought of her being left out of anything she would want to do because some douche wouldn’t suck it up to make her happy for an evening makes me madder than I ever thought it would. This beautiful angel deserves everything, even dressing up in some god-awful costume.
“No. They all said it was lame and not worth their time.”
“Do you want to go?” When she doesn’t say anything, I cup her cheek, bringing her full attention to me. I drop my voice, knowing that she’ll answer me. “Rachel?”
“I do,” she whispers, barely audible over the tractor’s engine.
I lean in closer, knowing that no one can hear us, but still wanting to be as close to her as I possibly can. “Then we’re going. I want you to pick out our costumes. I don’t care what it is. I’ll go along with whatever you have planned…within reason.”
She laughs. “Do you mean it?”
“I don’t say anything I don’t mean, Belle.”
Her laugh dies on her lips at the sound of my voice. I think of all the things I’ve promised her. Ways to work off our treats today. Ways I want to worship her body. Taking her to the dance is just another thing on the long list of things I vow to do for her.
“Oh…okay.”
I lean in closer to her, feeling the shiver that runs through her body at our contact. Our thighs are pressed against each other, my arm around her shoulders. My breath at her neck. “Is this okay, Rachel?”
“Uh, huh.” She keeps her head straight, eyes darting to the other people on the trailer with us.
To everyone else, we’re just a couple cozying up on a hayride. Which we are. What they can’t tell is how I’m about to make her wish we were alone.
“Good, because I want to you know how fucking sexy you look today. I had to restrain myself when we were leaving because all I wanted to do was carry you back to your bedroom and fuck you until we both passed out. Again.”
She closes her eyes, sucking in a breath.
“So when you pick out our costumes, keep that in mind. If you’re going to make it a fucking sexy outfit, you’d better make it easy for me to pull you behind the barn and fuck you against the side, otherwise we might not make it out of your driveway.”
“Holy hell,” she pants.
I discreetly place my free hand on her thigh, low enough to be decent among other people, but high enough to be able to casually graze the top of her inner thigh with my fingertips.
The trailer comes to a stop and the tractor engine dies. The sudden silence is deafening as we both sober to the fact our imposed privacy is gone. Rachel jumps up as if caught doing something she shouldn’t, looking down at me as everyone piles out of the trailer.
I smirk, grabbing her hand and helping her off the trailer.
