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THERON
WhytheshitdidI say that? Why did I hold her? Tease her? I should not be flirting with this girl. She’s only seventeen for shit’s sake. And I really shouldn’t be flirting with her after she walked in on me fighting with my mom like that. I can’t imagine how big of a loser Skye thinks I am.
I shouldn’t be flirting with her. Teasing her or touching her. But I can’t stop. That’s not true. I can. I just don’t want to. I don’t want her to be seventeen. Or my sister’s friend. Or my best friend’s cousin.
I want her to be mine.
All the way to the bonfire, I take extra care not to do something stupid. It’s not easy with Skye so close. I’m breaking a sweat from the heat coming off all her exposed skin.
My evil sister lent Skye some clothes. Barely. Maya’s clothes are already a bit too small for Skye and then Maya goes and puts Skye in shorts that barely cover her ass and a thin strap tank top that rides up and shows her midriff. She looks fucking sexy and squeezable as hell. So, yeah. Keeping my hands to myself and my dick from popping my fly has become an Olympic sport.
Just when I think I have my shit together, we turn off the road, into the field and all her soft bits start bouncing in my peripheral.
This just isn’t fair.
I find Boone’s truck parked next to Ash’s and pull up beside them.
The truck is still settling when Maya jumps out. Skye scoots over to follow her. Looking back at me, she asks, “You coming?”
Phrasing.
Jesus. This girl’s trying to kill me, I swear.
“Skye,” Maya whines and pulls Skye out of the truck. We don’t even have a chance to say goodbye.
Finally, I can relax. I slump down in my seat and adjust my cock. It fucking hurts. If I wasn’t at such a great risk of getting caught, I’d rub one out right here. Maybe then I could forget about Skye. At least for a little bit. There’s no way I’m going to get her out of my head forever. My head. My heart. She owns all of me.
I give myself another minute to chill out before I head out to find Boone and Ash.
The fire’s already blazing. A bright orange against the black night. The trees hugging the clearing tower ominously on the edge of light. Even though it’s hot, especially for mid-September, the humidity settles and chills your skin.
Shit. Skye’s going to freeze out there in that ridiculous outfit.
I turn back and grab my hoodie—another must-have in the bag behind my seat—and set off to find her. Glad for an excuse to cover her up so no one else is tempted by her luscious curves. I may not be able to have her but she’s mine.
“Hey, fucker,” Boone shouts when he sees me coming. Ash, standing beside him, tosses me a beer from the cooler on the tailgate of his truck. I catch it in my free hand.
I pop the tab on the can and take a drink while I scan the crowd for Skye. When I don’t see her right away, I settle into the conversation with Boone and Ash and a few of Boone’s groupies hoping to catch sight of her at some point.
Ash is in a somewhat similar boat to my own. Most of his time, now, is spent helping his grandparents on their farm. His grandpa has the veterinary clinic there, where my sister works. The difference between our situations is Dr and Mrs. Osborne can’t do it all on their own anymore but want to keep their farm. It’s not easy. Honestly, we’re all kind of struggling to make farming work. None of us wanted to go corporate and it’s pretty much impossible keeping a family farm afloat. Even Boone, with all the money he made on the motocross circuit and being a spokesman for Hodaka, is feeling the squeeze. He went from having more money than he knew what to do with to needing to come back to work with us and Blake when he bought their family’s farm. It sucks. We’ve all been friends and neighbors our whole lives. It’s one of the reasons Boone and Marta bought their parent’s farm. None of us want this to end.
“How’d Skye hold up today? You put her to work?” Boone asks nudging his icy beer can against my bicep.
“Yeah. Pretty good for a city girl,” I tell him. “Had to use a crowbar to pry her away from the goats though.”
Boone chuckles. Then, when he lifts his drink, I spot Skye, on the other side of the fire through the circle of Boone’s arm bent to take a drink.
“I’ll be right back,” I say and make my way over to Skye.
And not a moment too soon. She’s standing dangerously close to the fire with her arms wrapped around her chest, shivering.
“Thought you might need this,” I say handing her my hoodie.
“Oh, my God. You’re a lifesaver.” She takes it and pulls it on. When her arms are over her head, her shirt rides up a little more showing off a band of her belly I want to wrap my hands around again. “How can it be so hot and so cold at the same time?” She asks when my hoodie falls down to the middle of her thighs making it look like it’s the only thing she’s wearing. She’s absolutely swimming in it. And fuck. That’s hotter than the skin-tight stuff she has on underneath.
“That’s a Midwest summer near the lake for ya.”
