AllFreeNovel
Share Us
For the life of me, I wish I knew what the whole thing was about. But every time I ask, I’m told it’s not my business and to just stay away from the Silvers. That had been easy enough for most of my life—until Aimee came home from college. She’s four years younger than I am, just enough space so we never overlapped in school or extracurriculars. By the time she was hanging around town, I was off at school. When I moved home, she’d just moved away. Until the day we reached for the same hydraulic hose at the tack store.
I can still feel the magic that rushed through me at the feel of her hand brushing mine. I’d been a goner, instantly. It was the last hydraulic hose on the shelf, and in all her sweetness, Aimee was willing to let me have it. Thankfully, I’d been quick on my feet.
“Tell you what. I’ll let you take it, if you let me take you to dinner on Friday,” I said, hoping that I sounded suave and charming, rather than creepy.
“So I not only get the hydraulic hose, but a hot date? I don’t see a downside here. So what’s in it for you?”
“I promise, the pleasure is all mine.”
We stood there talking for the next hour, blocking the aisle, unable to tear ourselves away. Or at least I hadn’t been able to. Although, it wasn’t like Aimee had made any kind of effort to leave. It wasn’t until my phone rang, my father calling to ask if I’d gotten the hydraulic hose, that the spell had been broken. Farm duties called, and we both knew we’d been gone way too long.
“You two are the last people I would expect to see chatting it up,” the owner of the store had said. “A Silver and a Sharpe. Whodda thunk…”
“It’s called manners, Mr. Farlow,” Aimee quipped back, taking her purchase and walking out of the store.
I followed, trying to wrap my head around the fact that the amazing girl I’d just spent an hour getting lost in was a Silver. Weren’t they all bad?
“So, that offer of dinner is probably rescinded now, huh?” she asked as I joined her outside.
“That depends,” I replied, unable to control myself. I knew I should tell her that yes, dinner was off the table. And maybe some snide remark about letting her have the hydraulic hose being the last thing she could ever expect from me, or something. But I couldn’t. I was too transfixed. I wanted more of her. “Was this all really just good southern manners?”
“Not at all.”
“Then my offer still stands.”
A huff from one of the cows brings me back to the present, my smile even bigger now. It’s been two years since that day, and the longer this goes, the more and more I know Aimee Silver is it for me. What I don’t know is how to break that to my dad. Or hers. I know that Aimee and I have to talk about it sooner or later—preferably sooner, if I get my way—but right here, right now, I’m just looking forward to a night out with my girl.
Pushing back from the railing, I turn around to head to the house, stopping in my tracks. I blink hard—once, twice, a third time—trying to make sure the heat isn’t getting to me. That it isn’t a mirage walking toward me. It’s as if simply thinking about her made her appear.
With my llama.
“Can I help you?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even. Everything in me wants to run toward her, scoop her up in my arms, and twirl her around. Then kiss the fuck out of her. But I can’t. I need to keep my wits about me in case anyone else is around and sees her. No matter how hard my dick is getting.
“Well, Sheriff Smythe came by and dropped this guy at our place. And as you can see, it’s a llama, not an alpaca.”
“Indeed.”
Stupid fucking llama. I’m still not entirely sure why he is a part of our herd. My mother claims it is because they make good companion animals and help scare off predators. With hundreds of dairy cows, I’m not sure what difference one llama is going to make, but I don’t dare argue. Especially when I am pretty sure the real reason my father bought the animal was to piss off Bob Silver.
“So you can have it back now.”
“What if I don’t want it back?”
“Seeing that it’s yours, you don’t get much choice, do you?”
I look around, making sure that no one else is nearby. It’s a big farm, and it always seems there is someone close. Today seems to be my lucky day though. Stepping in closer to Aimee, I stop when there are only a few inches separating us. Close enough that I can smell her mint shampoo, yet still too far away for my liking. Thanks to our eight-inch height difference, I tower over her, giving me a fantastic peek down the slight gap in the neck of her T-shirt. Her breath hitches, a barely audible sound that I almost miss over the sound of my own heavy inhalation.
“What if I want something else?”
“Such as?” she counters, looking up at me.
“You.”
Aimee sucks in a breath, causing her breasts to push forward, closing the gap between us. I watch, willing her breasts closer, wishing they hadn’t stopped just before touching me. My insides are dancing a jig, loving the sight of her on my farm, wishing that it was a regular thing. I’ve dreamed about this and hoped—no, knew—that someday it would be a reality.
“You can’t say things like that, Six. Not here,” Aimee chides.
“Why not? It’s the truth.”
