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“Are you comfortable? This floor is hard as a rock.”
“I don’t care about the damn floor. I need you, Rob. I’m dying for you.”
“Good. Because I’m about to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to feel a thing. I’m gonna fuck you as desperately as I’ve dreamed since the night you fell out of that tree.”
I grab his dick and line him up with my entrance, which isn’t difficult since he’s already pointed toward me like a heat-seeking missile, ready to explode.
He pushes into me with force, and I temporarily lose my vision as he pumps in and out.
My hips move in synch with his, feeling every nerve in my body shiver as I hump and rub, letting his long strokes in and out of my body build me to pleasuring heights.
The senses inside of my body vibrate and shake as my orgasm draws near. My neck arches, my breasts rise, and when he leans down and sears me with a powerful kiss, I come undone.
I claw at his back and then move to his butt, which is clenching with every possessive flex of his hips. This orgasm is his, and he is owning every piece of it.
My arousal spills through me, and I gasp and scream and writhe with undulling pleasure. I’m lost in the moment when he pulls out from me, rises, and then comes on my stomach, moaning and calling out my name as he releases himself onto my skin in hot spurts. His moans are light as he comes out of his own haze and then rolls onto his back, leaning on the dusty, hard flooring.
“That was …” I can’t finish my sentence.
He leans up and then grabs his shirt, using it to clean off my stomach and then himself.
I finally find the word. “Unexpected.”
He places a kiss on my forehead. “With you, everything is unexpected. And, yes, it’s a good thing.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
You know when they say all good things come to an end? This good thing does with a simple text.
Where are you?
Rob’s text arrives at a rather inopportune time. Molly and I are in the midst of pumping water into the fishponds. Discovering a hidden spigot on the edge of a stone wall, long covered by shrubbery overgrowth, elicited jumps of joy from both of us. The arduous task of shuffling buckets of water back and forth from the house had left us exhausted. Throughout the morning, we had diligently filled the ponds to their brims.
We’re just nearing the edge when the second text comes in.
Get back to the house now.
I glance at Molly, confused. “I think your father’s home. He wants us back.”
She quickly jumps to her feet. “Dad’s never home this early. Something must be wrong.”
“I hope not.” I wipe my hands on the sides of my shorts and turn the spigot off. “We’ll finish this tomorrow.”
The two of us hop onto the four-wheeler and zoom back to the house, the machine revving so fast through the fields that the air whips through our hair.
Whatever has brought Rob back from the jobsite early must be important. I hope everyone’s okay. Jesse must be fine since Rob’s here and not at a hospital somewhere with his son. Unless it’s someone else.
Maybe Melissa …
I rev the engine faster.
I haven’t seen Rob since he left for work this morning. He looked refreshed after our romp in the shed, after which we had a great dinner with his brother. Cade tells the best stories yet struggles to keep them kid friendly. Earmuffs in the form of my hands over Molly’s ears were worn a few times.
When Rob went up to his room, it was with a long kiss that almost turned into more, but we kept our minds in the right place even though our bodies were raging. That man lit me on fire yesterday, and I’m still trying to cool off. I even splashed myself with water a time or two this afternoon, and it had nothing to do with the late July swelter.
My heart is racing into my throat as we park the four-wheeler and jog back to the house. Rob’s truck is parked next to my car. We head through the screen door and inside the living room just as Rob walks in from the kitchen. Jesse is seated on the couch. His hair is a mess, like he’s been pulling at it for hours. His eyes are red-rimmed.
“Molly, outside. Jesse, take your sister for a walk. Now!” Rob’s command is met by a cautious ten-year-old who knows better than to argue with her father.
