Riding the Sugar High: a Grumpy Sunshine Romantic Comedy

30. You Never Have Enough

I scoopthe last bit of straw into the wheelbarrow, then grab the broom leaning against the wall, the familiar scent of hay and earth filling my nostrils. The sun casts a warm glow through the open stable doors, picking up the golds and yellows of the straw. The stables are quiet now, with the horses grazing in the field outside.

How am I itching to see Primrose already? With how pretty she is, she’s made everything else unworthy to look at. With how smart and fun, she’s made everything else dull. Every moment I’m not around her feels like being numb, and in three days, she’ll be gone.

Which we still haven’t talked about.

When we finally got back home from the hospital, we went straight to bed. We stayed there until this morning, sleeping and definitely not sleeping. Until there was so much shit to be dealt with around the farm, and I had to start my morning. It’s been four hours since then, but they feel like forty.

Could I go with her? I hate big cities, and I’m needed at the farm. Now that I’m no longer selling, I’ll have to find the best way to invest my brother’s money and ensure the whole business doesn’t fail. Plus, with summer approaching soon, it’ll be the busiest time of the year.

But she can’t stay either. Though she hasn’t mentioned Marisol in a while, she’s sent them her candy. When they do answer, I’m sure they’ll love it, and she’ll get the job.

What the hell are we going to do?

With a final glance around, I take a deep breath, and the silence is interrupted by light steps I’ve learned to recognize.

“Hello?” Primrose calls.

She can’t see me from the entrance as I’m in the last box, so I call, “Here.”

“Where are the horses?” she asks, joining my side. She’s wearing a light-purple dress and a thin yellow cardigan, and though she’s gorgeous, it’s got nothing on how she looks naked, sweaty, whining my name as I fuck her with my fingers and suck her clit.

Or tucked under my chin, tracing the tattoos on my chest.

“Out in the back. Socializing.”

“Huh.” She walks closer, grabs the broom from my hand, and sets it down. “Kyle said that the piglets love his place.”

I study her worried expression and stifle a smile. I had to move the pigs after Josie saw them. I’m not even sure if she remembers—maybe she was too drunk for it. If not, she’s pretending she doesn’t. “Are you worried they won’t want to come back to you?”

“Maybe a little.” She frowns, her lips sticking out. “I mean, they’re not his piglets. He’s going to give them back, right?”

And to think at the beginning, she was afraid of them.

When I give her a firm nod, she lets out a relieved sigh. “Have been missing you, cowboy.”

“I don’t know how I ever thought leaving the farm in Kyle’s hands would be a smart idea. I was gone for one day, and the whole place went to hell.” I rub the back of my neck, and I fit my hands inside my pockets as she approaches.

“Well, it doesn’t matter since neither you nor the farm are going anywhere. That check your brother gave you...holy crap, that’s a big number.” She entangles her fingers with mine, then brings the usual red lollipop to her lips. “Did you hear anything from the police?”

My muscles stiffen, but I nod. “Actually, yeah. Josie called.” I can’t say hearing her voice is too pleasant these days.

“Oh? What for?”

“She said we’re officially on our way to being a cold case,” I say, her discomfort melting like ice cream in the sun. “No time or resources to keep digging, and apparently, there was a robbery at the jewelry store. Takes priority over piglets and improper trash disposal.”

She chuckles, exhaling deeply. “I can’t believe we made it.”

“Told you,” I whisper as I let my hand trail down to the small of her back, then lean forward to kiss her forehead. If I’m being honest, I’ve had my doubts here and there. But we did make it, and now we’ll need to figure out everything else. “So, I thought that maybe we should talk...“

Her chin rests on my chest, and I can tell by the look in her eyes that talking isn’t what she’s here for. “Again, Barbie?”

After last night, I’m surprised she can even stand.

She bites her bottom lip, the telltale flush of embarrassment tinging her cheeks. “Maybe? Is it bad?” She shrugs. “We don’t have much—” She presses her lips, as if we decided that our time running out isn’t something we’ll discuss, and now she’s broken the silence. “I mean...There’s still a lot we haven’t done.”

“It’s not bad.” I lean with my back against the box, pulling her with me. “I might shoot dust, but I’ll fuck you as many times as you want me to.”

“What if I don’t want to fuck?” she asks, brows arching sweetly. “There’s still something on my list we haven’t done.”

“What’s that?”

“Teach me new things.”

“Uh-huh.” A heap of possibilities roam through my mind. Last night, I spun her around like nobody’s business. We banged the headboard against the wall enough to cause a dent. Hell, with how I went at it, I’m surprised I didn’t break the bed. Or her.

Yet there are so many things we should try. So many things I want to do.

She rolls the lollipop around her lips, then suggestively presses it over her tongue until it disappears in the back of her mouth.

“Oh,” I breathe out. Is that what she has in mind? Because I’ve been picturing her mouth wrapped around my cock every single day since I...well, met her.

My hands slide down her back until I’m cupping her ass. She likes it when I slap it, and I love to see my red print on her perfect skin.

When my fingers graze her asscheek under the skirt of her dress, she flinches. “Sensitive?”

“Yes,” she breathes out. Her hand runs down my chest, settling on my stomach, while the other still holds onto the lollipop. “And nervous.”

“Nervous? About what?”

“I’ve never done it before.”

Oh. She’s never given head? I can’t even lie about it; the idea of being the first one to fuck her mouth fills me with a weird sort of pride. Makes me want to be the last one too.

“I think you’ll be a natural.” I press a thumb on her bottom lip, pulling her mouth open. “And besides, you don’t need to be nervous about anything you do with me.”

“Hmm.” She swallows, her tongue twitching. I can picture it against my shaft, my head lodged at the back of her throat.

Once I let her mouth go, she softly exhales.

“Are you going to teach me, Logan?”

“Teach you what, Barbie?”

She tilts her head as if telling me she knows I fully understand what she’s talking about. I still want to hear her say it. “Teach me how to suck cock.”

“No,” I say, ignoring her disappointment, “I’ll teach you to suck my cock.”

She nods, languid eyes lost in mine.

“Show me how you use your tongue.”

When she doubtfully glances at the lollipop in her hands, then back at me, I nod.

“Like this?” Her lips wrap around it, then her tongue does, and my knees turn weak.

“Yeah,” I whisper. I swear, I depend on her movements. I crave her like a shower after hours in the sun, like my bed after working in the fields. She’s the natural conclusion to my day, and the only place I need to return to.

The fleeting thought of her imminent departure has my throat clamping down, but I sink my fingers into her hair and pull her closer. “Tongue out.”

She obeys, her breaths coming out quickly.

“Rub it over your tongue.”

Eyes fluttering, she rubs it back and forth. My cock hardens, painfully pressing against the zip of my jeans. “Once you’re sucking my dick instead of candy, I’ll drive it to the back of your throat until you choke on it.”

She whimpers, her hand shaking as she presses her legs together. My Barbie. She gets hot and bothered so easily. One word delivered in the right way, one brush of my fingers where she likes it most, and she writhes against me, begging me with those sweet blue eyes.

Just like she’s doing right now.

“Would this feel good?” she asks as she pushes the tip of her tongue against the lollipop and drags it over it. “On your, um...tip?”

“Yes,” I wheeze out. “Don’t stick anything in it, and keep your teeth to yourself. Everything else is pretty great.”

“But what’s the best?”

“Honestly? Watching you on your knees working my dick with your hand and tongue. Knowing you’re mine—so mine that you let me take your mouth.”

She looks lost in thought for a second, and I know she’s fishing for much more specific information about what makes me go crazy, but I don’t want her to put pressure on herself. Anything she’ll do with my dick in her mouth will be extraordinary anyway.

I crouch slightly and circle my arms around her ass to pull her up, but she leans back before I can and slowly sinks to her knees.

It’s like every drop of blood leaves my brain until I’m thoughtless.

Her hands move to my jeans, and my mind only snaps back into place when she pulls my briefs down, my hard cock bobbing out.

I breathe in relief. “Barbie?” Her tongue swipes over her bottom lip, and I could die. Does she want to do it now? Here? “Are you going to suck me off?”

She bats her lashes at me. “Well, I’m not proposing.” She drops a kiss on my waist. “Yes, cowboy, let’s put your lesson to practice.”

“Fuck,” I breathe out.

She tucks her hair behind her ear, then nervously looks up at me, an inch away from my erection. “Help me out, okay?”

When I grunt in response, she wraps her hand around my base, and everything I said about shooting dust is nothing but a memory. The first leak of precum moistens the head of my dick, and I feel my balls twitch.

“Just do what feels natural,” I whisper when I notice her hesitation.

Tentatively, she runs her tongue along my shaft and swallows my tip.

Every single muscle in me squeezes. I want to look at her, watch her suck me, but my eyes roll to the back of my head, and without any restraint, I groan, loud and deep.

Crap, it feels too good.

“Is this okay?” Slowly, her warm mouth begins bobbing up and down, and my jeans crumple in my fists. It’s not okay—it’s so much better than I thought it’d be. So much better than I remember it.

“You can...” I try to fight against the torpor taking over my mind. “You can put even more, uh, pressure.”

She makes a little noise of agreement, then her tongue rubs harder, and every time she moans, it vibrates against my skin and echoes into my goddamn soul.

“Barbie,” I grit out. My hips buck a little every time she takes me halfway through, and unable to resist the temptation, I look down at her, working my cock with her small fist and tight mouth. Gorgeous.

When she speeds up, my hands abandon my jeans and move to her, and I stop myself just in time before grabbing her hair. She probably doesn’t need to get my dick shoved down her throat the very first time she does this.

Tilting back, she breathes hard, saliva sticking to her chin. “You want to fuck my mouth, cowboy? Use me to come?”

Good god. I said it already, but this woman was made for me.

“Do it.” Something rogue moves through her eyes—a flicker of her wild self. I’m not even sure if she’s giving me orders or begging me.

Either way, I’m in. I’ve never been so in before.

I bury my hand in her hair, unable to process the simplest thoughts, and slowly drive my cock forward till I hit the back of her throat. She gags as her muscles spasm around my tip, and her tongue rubs along my shaft. With tears in her eyes, she stares at me, her skin turning redder the more she holds on. Watching her fight against her instinct to pull back so she can please me is enough to nearly throw me over the edge, and with a grunt, I shove her away just before I blow.

She inhales, and the second her gaze turns lustful, I push into her again.

“Just like that. Swallow me, Barbie,” I say with a shaky voice. Drool drips down my balls, my cock twitching until it feels too good, and I jerk my hips back.

She’s so excruciatingly pretty, whimpering with her short dress and big blue eyes. I want to free her tits, bend her over the nearest horizontal surface, and fuck her. But then she sucks greedily on my cock, and I know I won’t be doing anything at all except spurting cum down her throat.

I try to slow her down, but pulling her hair just gets her to whine louder, until I can’t hold off my pleasure any longer, and I thrust into her mouth hard, a gagging noise escaping her lips every time I slam all the way in. “Is this okay, little backpack?” I grit out as my balls hit her chin. “If it’s not okay, just?—”

She sucks, and the friction of the roof of her mouth has me crying out as she rubs her tongue on the lower side of my shaft. I try to stop it, try to hold it off for another minute, another second, but a tingle spreads along my cock, my balls squeezing.

“Barbie, I’m coming,” I warn her, and the hungry look in her eyes is just about the best thing I’ve ever seen. “Barbie”—my voice breaks—“Bar?—”

“Logan?” Kyle’s voice calls, and with wide eyes, Primrose pulls back.

No. Fuck. No!

I groan, my orgasm wearing off before it even hits. The muscles of my stomach relax as I look up, meeting Kyle’s gaze over the small door.

“Oh, there you are.”

Yes, here I fucking am.

“What?” I bark, and it’s aggressive even for my standards, because his brows scrunch.

“Dude—you have no idea. We need to find Prim right now.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Is she home?”

Jaw clenching, I glare at him. He’s fidgety, like he can’t contain himself, so I assume whatever happened is good news. Which means it can wait. “I don’t know. I’m busy. Get out.”

“No, boss,” he says as he wiggles his brows, an exhilarated grin splitting his face. “Trust me, you want to know.”

I huff out my next words. “No, I don’t.” What I want is for Primrose to resume sucking my dick right now. To come in her mouth and watch her swallow every drop. Besides that, I can’t think.

“I’ll try her phone.”

“Kyle,” I scold, my eyes widening in a silent threat, but before I can do more, Primrose’s mouth wraps around my tip and sucks.

My breath catches, and it feels like my body melts.

He huffs out in annoyance. “Nothing. Where did you see her last?”

Primrose fits more of my shaft inside her mouth, swatting my hand away when I try to gently coax her off me.

Shit, I’m about to moan in front of Kyle.

“Are you even listening to me?” he asks, his brows tightening over his eyes. “Are you sweating? What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I say breathlessly as Primrose’s mouth swallows me whole. I hold on to the door, my knuckles white with effort. “She’s at home. Go there. Right now.” My muscles contract. “Please.”

Kyle’s eyes search my face. After a moment of hesitation, he nods. “Okay. By the way, your mom called.”

I breathe out, powerless against the friction of her tongue while simultaneously cringing. I can’t think about my mom now. “Uh-huh.”

“Oh, and there’s a huge bug splat on your bike. So weird. Yellow and green...” He mock-shivers. “Gross.”

I press my lips tight, nearly incinerating him with my gaze. Once I’m moderately confident I won’t whimper like a schoolgirl, I open my mouth again. “Kyle, if you don’t leave right now, I will knock your teeth out one by one.”

His face, initially serious, splits into a smile, and he knocks at the door, laughing hysterically. “Prim, stop sucking dick! We’ve gone viral!”

With a throaty hum, she pops off my dick, wipes her face, and stands. I watch my last bit of hope wither away as she brushes the dirt off her knees and turns to face Kyle. “What? What happened?”

“Look!” Kyle opens the door, then holds his phone out, and it might just be me being difficult, but there’s one person too many around my naked junk, so I turn my back to them and fit my slick cock into my briefs, then painfully squeeze it inside my jeans.

I swear, one of these days, they’ll have to cut it off.

“Holy shit!” Primrose squeals. “It’s our live!”

“Yes. Look. Look at these numbers. You two are basically the new social media couple—overnight!”

Wait, I’m what?!

I walk to where they’re huddled over Kyle’s phone, scrolling through videos. She’s swiping so fast, it takes me a second to understand that I’m watching Primrose and I kissing during her live.

Nauseatingly sweet music accompanies a slow-motion video of me stepping in front of the camera and kissing Primrose. The video then turns black and white as I lean close to her ear, and the words of the song appear on the screen. “Wait—who made this?”

“I don’t know.”

“Someone remixed a video about us?”

Primrose looks up at me, and I can’t tell whether she’s disgusted or concerned. “Remixed a video?”

Oh, geez. “What would you call it?”

“I’d call it by its name, which is an edit.”

“Fine. Why are people making edits about us?”

Her grin whittles down until it’s an easy curve of her lips. She scrolls, and another rendition of the same video appears. Then again. And again. With one filter or another, with different songs and effects—the two of us kissing.

What sort of fuckery is this?

“Well?” Kyle says as he widens his arms. “What are we waiting for?”

Primrose shakes her head, an amazed expression on her face. “What do you want us to do? Let social media do its thing.”

“Dude. Social media is doing its thing.” Kyle says, and widening his eyes at me, he gestures at the door. “The phones are ringing. Let’s go,” Kyle says as he claps his hands. “And you”—he points at Primrose—“This is your chance at online redemption. Show these people you’re not the ‘psycho’ Derek claims you are. Why would you, when you’ve got Prince Charming making you kneel in horse shit.”

The stables are clean, but I don’t care enough to point it out.

Primrose turns to me, her apologetic eyes meeting mine.

I sigh, admitting defeat. “Go. Get your...redemption.”

“Are you sure?” She looks back at Kyle, then turns to me and whispers, “We can finish. It looked like you wouldn’t need more than a minute.”

I fight the instinct to smack her ass and kiss her instead. “Nah. I think I’ve been around him,” I say as I jerk my head toward Kyle, “a little too long for my boy to come out and play.”

Her nose scrunches. “Sorry I made it worse.”

She did. So much worse. I think I need to sit.

But as she squeezes my hand and gives me a parting kiss on the cheek, I can’t even pretend to mean it.

She makes everything so much better.