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“Someday,” Sixten replies.
My heart squeezes at the response. Someday. I really want that—to be able to step foot on Local Legend-Dairy and be welcomed by the Sharpes. Just like I want Sixten to be able to come over to Knitty Gritty Fleece and be accepted. It isn’t going to be easy, but I’m convinced Sixten and I can make it happen. If not…well, that’s a road I don’t want to go down. We have plenty of other options. We’re young, smart, and have skills that could land us jobs. That part isn’t a concern. But neither of us like the idea of walking away from our families. Sixten is worth it though, should it come to that. I’m simply going to do everything I can to make sure it doesn’t.
Heavy footsteps on the stairs startle me, making me jump. Popping up from the bale of hay, I look around, trying to find a stack that might be tall enough to hide behind.
“It’s just me, baby,” Sixten says, cresting the top of the stairs.
“Is he gone?”
Sixten saunters toward me, a sly expression on his face, his tall, lean frame looking every bit the sexy cowboy he is—just without the hat. My whole body swoons at the sight, my lady bits starting to tingle, wanting to feel him against me.
“He’s headed out for pasture five right now. We should give him a few minutes to get out there though before you make a run for it.”
“Sorry to cause trouble.”
“Trouble?” He gives me a confused look. Dropping to the bale I’ve been sitting on, he spreads his legs, pulling me between them until our bodies are flush. His hands slide down my back, settling on my ass, giving it a squeeze. Everything about him feels good against me. Being in his arms is my happy place. “What makes you think that you being on my farm, in my hayloft, is trouble?”
“Because I’m a Silver?”
“Ames, you’re mine. That’s what matters.”
Sixten pulls me in closer, capturing my lips in his. They’re soft and strong all at the same time, familiar and comforting. His kiss starts out slow, easy, but then he deepens it, his tongue finding mine. My knees wobble, soaking in his spicy taste, one that is uniquely his. It’s a taste that always sends me reeling, all while calming me down and centering me. There is some kind of magic in his kiss, one that I can’t explain. One that really, I don’t want to understand. I like the mystery.
“And you’re mine,” I whisper back.
“Baby, I hate how tense you are. I think you need a release.”
Sixten waggles his eyebrows, making me laugh. He always knows just what to say to put me at ease and earn a giggle.
“Here, in the hayloft?”
“Like you’ve never thought about it.”
Kissing me again, one of his hands wanders around to my front, slipping up my shirt. He quickly finds my bra-clad breast, giving it a squeeze. I whimper, pushing myself into him even more, trying to get him to do it again.
“You know I have,” I answer, my voice suddenly deep and raspy. “I just…”
His hand slips under the cup of my bra, thumb finding my nipple. The roughness of the pad sends shivers through me as it circles.
“Just what?”
“Six…”
“I’m here, baby. Tell me.”
“What if we get caught?” My heart speeds at the thought. I like the idea of being naughty, of being with him like this, in a place that is semipublic. But being caught doesn’t just mean a few embarrassing moments with our farms or not being able to look someone in the eye for a couple of days. No, it’ll be much worse than that. It could mean war.
“Then I can finally tell the world that you’re mine, and that I love you.”
Heart skipping a beat, I cup my hands around his strong, square jaw, looking him deep in the eyes. I can’t put into words what it means to hear him say that. I love him so much. I am his, just like he is mine. No question about it.
Taking half a step back, I whip off my shirt and unclasp my bra in record time. Sixten’s eyes go wide as I reveal my breasts to him. It’s far from the first time he’s seen them, yet this is the same reaction I get every time my bra comes off. And I love it.
“Fuck, baby. Do you know how sexy you are?”
“Not as sexy as you are, cowboy.”
Sixten growls, yanking me to him, his mouth finding my bare breast instantly and biting down lightly on my nipple. I moan, clawing at his shirt. I need it off him, need to feel his skin against mine. No, I need more than that.
