In The Hay (Uninhibited in Apple Trail, Arkansas) (5 page)

She sighed and got up, not sure of the answer. Again, not sure of something or anything. Such was normal life for her.

She tugged his boots off. Only a few grumbling complaints were muttered out of him. She lifted his legs one by one and stretched them across the couch. She fetched a pillow from a spare room and was careful in lifting his head and fitting it in under.

She glanced down his body, looking for something else she could do to make him more comfortable. All she kept seeing was his naked body from last night. His broad chest, trim waist, and impressive length all mostly hid in the darkness. She knew the width of his hips, how his breath warmed her neck. Could hear the rumbling tone of her name rasping over his tongue.

Lette
.
It seemed to be torn from his gut and sent chills over her skin.

There was a little hole between him and the back of the couch. She just bet it was barely big enough she could squeeze in there if she wanted and lay down with him. But she didn’t. Now wouldn’t that be awkward if he woke? She grabbed a blanket. Best to hide that snuggly spot. She unfolded it and turned and noticed his belt.

She worried her lip for a moment. Should she undo it? Candy in that series of erotic short stories wouldn’t have thought twice. Nicolette reached but stopped herself and covered him with the blanket. No. God no. She was losing her mind. She was no Candy. She shut off the TV, knocked the air conditioning down to low so he’d be comfortable. Remembering Shellie saying he was likely dehydrated, she left a glass of water within reach. The dog was snoozing on his bed in his crate and she climbed in bed for that
NCIS
marathon. And she would stay there.

Honest. And she honest to God did for the next two hours. But that’s when her honesty ran out. And not by her choice.

“
Lette
?
”

She muted the TV and squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to believe he had not just called out to her.

“
Lette
?” He called louder. The dog barked.

She tossed the covers back and hopped from bed.

Chapter Five

Drew sat up and winced under the tug in his muscles. He rolled the tightness off. What time was it? And why was it dark?

“
Lette
?”

He glanced around, squinting and trying to see if she was in the chair asleep next to him. It looked empty.

“
Lette
?”

The dog barked from the crate and Drew startled, his body winced in protest. He stretched his arms around and forward, working out the tension.

A door down the hall creaked open and footsteps padded over carpet. “Drew? What are you doing awake?”

He glanced toward noise she made. “Why did you let me sleep here?”

A lamp
snicked
on next to him, blinding him. “It seemed best. You were tired.”

“I’m fine.” He rubbed the blinding light out of his itchy eyes.

Clyde barked continuously and
Lette
sighed. “I need to let him out for a second before he wakes the whole neighborhood.”

She disappeared around behind the couch and he forced himself into a sitting position. Just as he sat up, Clyde ran back to him and stuck his big snout in his face. Drew had his hands around the dog’s face as a tongue started to escape. He rubbed the dog’s ears. “Not so close.”

The dog sat and rested his head on Drew’s knee instead. Whatever, as long as Drew wasn’t getting licked in the face.

Lette’s
footsteps padded over the carpet. “Do you want something else? It hasn’t been enough hours for more ibuprofen. Aspirin?”

Leave it to
Lette
to count how many hours from one dose to the next. She was just nutty and adorable to think like that. He glanced up and his breath caught.

Jesus. The lamp light wasn’t much, but with her in front of it, the light outlined her curves through that same white t-shirt and yellow boxers she’d been wearing earlier. His cock jerked and he got his eyes off her body and put them on her face. At her mussed hair. Sleepy eyes. Soft lips. Warm skin.

No. Hell no. Best to get his ass out of here and leave or have a miserable night dreaming of that body being so close, but unable to touch. 'Cause one thing was clear, she was putting off some definite frost.

As soon as he sucked up the strength to pull his ass off this couch, because right now he figured if he tipped his head back a little, he’d fall right back asleep. “I need to go. Riley and Shellie will worry if I don’t come home.”

She sat in the recliner and pulled her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around her shins. “I called and let them know you were here. They’re not expecting you.”

He dropped his head back. Shit, he didn’t need Riley telling his dad he spent the first night after work at some chick’s house all night long. He rubbed his hair and swallowed down a tone. “I need to go back.”

She lifted a magazine, turned in the recliner so that her smooth, lean—and did he mention naked?—legs extended over the arm of the chair and crossed at the ankles. The tips of her pink toe nails were pointing up and feet bouncing. “I took them off you when you were asleep and moved them by the door. You don’t think you’ll scare them if you walk in their house in the middle of the night when they’re not expecting you?”

Clyde moved past and went to sit in front of
Lette
. The lucky mutt laid his head across her belly and she rubbed his head for it.

Like hell was he sticking around when the dog was getting more action than he was. “I need to go. There’s a ton of work to be done tomorrow starting at dawn. I’ll just disturb you in the morning staying here.”

“I’ll survive, I’m sure. Probably work out great. I can let Clyde out, feed him, and go back to bed and sleep in.”

Damn it, she was making it hard to leave. And exactly why was he wanting to leave again? And why was
she
making it hard for him to leave…unless she really didn’t want him going anywhere.

Also, part of the point for being in this town was to prove a few things to his father. Like he could maintain his lifestyle and do his work. Drew reclined on the couch, fully intending to spend the night here. Or well, not here on this couch, fuck no. But down the hall where she would be curled up all warm. “Look, thanks, but this couch is hard as hell. Unless you’re willing to share your bed, I’m going to head out.”

She stopped petting Clyde. The magazine slipped in her hand a bit. “I’m not sure….”

“If you trust yourself with me to share some mattress space and nothing else?”

She started and sat up, glaring at him.

“Just saying.” He kept the grin off his face. “We’ve done a hell of a lot more, or have you forgotten?”

Her cheeks colored and she dropped her clasped hands to her lap. Her thighs squeezed together. “What do you want?”

He swallowed and tried hard to focus on her and her words, but all he kept seeing were her leg muscles clenched and how tight she’d gripped him last night. He forced words out. “To go to sleep.”

“Don’t be a smart-aleck. It’s too late at night for that.”

He chuckled. “Look. I like you. I had fun last night. If you’re open for fooling around this week while we’re here, then let’s do it. If not, all right. Let’s go to sleep and nothing more. Your choice.”

Chapter Six

For this week. Nicolette bit her lip and reached out for Drew. For this week. She squeezed her eyes shut. So, if she did something sexually embarrassing, it was just for this week. She’d go back home, never see him again and the end.

How could she give up this chance? Today had basically sucked. There was really no other way of putting it.

And she didn’t want an entire week of sucky days. She’d had the white picket fence life. She wanted more. A whole heck of a lot more and just for her, cause he said she could take it, no strings attached. So for that, she grabbed his hand and tugged him down the hall, toward her bed. And with each step, a bit of braveness seeped into her. A few nerves slithered out. Just for a week.

She turned to him once inside the bedroom and pressed against him for that warm, wide heat he’d covered her with last night. To feel those muscles her palms had been itching to get back on all day.

She closed her eyes and pressed a kiss to his chest, to absolutely go for it. No holding back.

He cupped her face and turned her up to him. His mouth so close to hers now. His eyes heavy lidded and causing her tongue to be thick. Oh, she wanted him bad. More so now than all day since he was here, his spicy scent surrounded her. His heat touched her.

His hands wrapped around her waist and she walked backwards, closer to the bed, pulling him with her. Her stomach was against his. The broad expanse of his chest mashed to hers with his heart throbbing against her breast. Powerful thighs nudged her back. His muscles bunched and moved under her arms.

The mattress bumped against the back of her thighs. One of his thick thighs slipped between her tender ones. A groan escaped her lips, freezing him. She’d forgotten about the soreness. She lifted up, to kiss him and too keep this going. Yes she was sore, but wrapped around and lost in the feel of him, she didn’t notice. She just needed to get lost with him again.

He wasn’t going for it. His arms loosened from her and slid up to cup her shoulders. “Are you okay?”

There were surely words to explain this. Ways to say it without it being so embarrassing. If there were, she didn’t know them. And she’d been too busy looking up how to give the perfect blow job to think of sore thighs and how to explain them. She pulled her arms from him and hugged her waist. “I’m just a little sore. After last night.”

His eyes softened in the most perfect, understanding way. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so rough last night.”

She shook her head. “No. It was great.”

It’d just been her first time, but she didn’t want to admit that. Last night there’d only been a little speck of blood on her inner thigh when she’d bathed. It was too dark in the field, thankfully he hadn't known.

He kissed her forehead with a heavy sigh and whispered apologies nonetheless. “Lay down. I’ll line pillows down the center of the bed.”

She frowned. “What for?”

He reached around and folded covers back. “Because if I touch you, I won’t keep my hands off.”

“And that’s bad?” Wait. What?

He shook his head. “You’re sore. It’s going to be uncomfortable and I just don’t go out that way. We have the rest of the week to make up for lost time tonight.” He gestured around the bed with his fingers. “Go hop in over there.”

She didn’t move. Because,
what?
was still walking all over her mind. They weren’t. After he was here. And she said yes. He was saying no because she was a little—alright, a lot—sore? He pulled his shirt overhead, groaning as he freed it off his arms and she like to have fainted-out cold to the floor.

Good god it was muscles ripped over muscles as he turned his back to her and emptied his pockets on the nightstand. And she couldn’t touch. No. Unacceptable. That’s what Candy would say. Just what would Candy say and do? Nicolette smiled because she knew the answer. She had read it, after all. “Take off your pants and get in bed.”

He swung around and faced her. “What?”

She raised an eyebrow. “You heard me.”

“Yeah I did.” He blinked.

“So do it. Take. Off. Your. Pants.” She stood a little straighter. Candy would be standing there in a leather pants and six inch heels, but Nicolette worked with what she had and rolled her shoulders back for good measure. “Now.”

A brow rose. The corner of his lips kicked up. “Yes, ma’am.”

Oh, crud, he actually did it. No, was doing it. He had his pants shucked off faster than she imagined possible and climbed his fine naked butt on the bed. Dear Lord, what a view. He took up more space on the bed than what should be humanly possible. The bottom of his feet nearly touched the footboard. His naked arms were wide across the width of the mattress. His hips and thighs narrow, but showing so much strength.

Then there was his cock. For something to be sticking up in the air, it sure did seem to take up a lot of room on that full-sized bed. She squeezed her thighs together.

“What’s next?” he asked as calm as could be.

Next? Dear lord, yes, she had to think of a next. Turning the lights off would be a good place to start, but she wanted to see.
Think Candy.
Nicolette pulled in a deep breath and climbed over him, straddling his naked lap and hiding the small pinch of pain from the position.

She leaned over him, kissing him on his chest and abs, moving lower and around his belly button. His cock brushed along her stomach as she moved down his body. The smooth tip grazed against the useless barrier of her thin cotton t-shirt and stroked her breasts. His hips bucked and thighs clenched.

Feeling a little more power over his squirm, she licked his stomach and further down until she was avoiding his cock and his hips were twitching and he groaned. Numerous articles had said to tease him. Get close but don’t touch. Drive him mad until he whimpered. That’s when a small, shuddering moan breathed out of him. She wrapped her hand around him. He seemed bigger than last night, and she wasn’t sure how that was even possible. She firmed her grip and gained a groan for her efforts.

“Christ,
Lette
. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

She hadn’t even started yet and it was most certainly a good idea. She ran her finger up the length up him, trying to remember all the tricks and tips she’d read throughout the day.

She bent and followed her finger’s path with her mouth and explored him with fingertips and tongue. Tasted his spicy essence and swallowed it down, wanting and craving more. Would he think the same when he tasted her? She would so be going on a pineapple diet until then.

She pulled his tip in her mouth and sucked, drawing him deeper, and then pulled back to moisten her mouth. Keep it all moist was a reoccurring tip. She wet her lips and took him in her again, taking him as far as she could and using her hand to cover the extra length. His hands cupped the back of her head, his fingers stroked through her hair. She glanced up, wanted him to get even more revved up by seeing her with him filling her mouth. She was taken aback instead by the heat in his eyes. His mouth was firm, chest heaving.

“
Lette
.” He leaned forward, reaching for her arms, but she sucked harder, faster, wanting to increase the pace, make it better. “Christ, I’m... Stop.”

She released him. Had she done something wrong? She wiped the back of her palm over her mouth. “What’s the matter?”

His hands reached for his cock. He looked in pain. Oh dear god... She’d bit him. No. Her pulse pounded. She’d been careful with her teeth. Had read plenty of warnings about keeping her teeth out of the situation.

His mouth was strained, muscles corded and tight. “I’m about to come.”

Tension released out of her shoulders. “I thought that was the idea.”

“Yes, but not in your mouth.”

She blinked.
Everything
had said men liked to be swallowed. “You don’t like that?”

“Christ, yes, but...” His fingers started curving around his shaft.

“Do you not want me to?” She leaned over and licked the tip of him, wanting to finish it. It didn’t seem like it would be real and that she’d actually done it unless she completed the act.

“Fuck yeah.” He released his cock and had his hand back in her hair, pushing her toward him and she took him back in her mouth in a slow, hot slide. His hips pumped and he thrust. His hands kept pace and she took him more. Pressed her tongue firm to the underside while he slid in and out.

His breath had reached the point of gasping. Fingers tightened in her hair until he was tugging at the roots and his hips jerked. He spilled into her mouth.

She swallowed the wet heat down and kept going, wanting him to be completely spent. His thighs fell lax, hand slid from her hair.

While he gasped for air, she crawled up the bed and settled into that snuggly spot next to his side.

“You’ll have to give me a minute,” he whispered.

“
Mmm
.” She closed her eyes, pulled the covers around her. Muscles unwound. Nerves slid away.

“I don’t take without giving.”

“Sore, remember? You said no.” She wrapped her arm across his belly. “I’m going to sleep. And so are you.”

“
Lette
—”

She covered his mouth with her fingers. “No. It’s what I wanted. You said that what was between us was up to me. Turn off the lamp.”

That same brow rose and he reached over head and clicked off the light. “Tomorrow I am going to more than make up for this.”

She stared into the darkness for a long moment and got a startling thought. Swinging butt, bouncing boobs and all, she couldn’t wait. Right after she doubled up on pineapple at every meal.