Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Mila bent her neck to the left, then the right, trying to work out the kinks before continuing to mop the kitchen floor of one of the rental cabins.
She was starting to think that maybe it hadn’t been a great idea for her family to open an event barn and hire Gretchen.
Not because both weren’t doing fantastically but because they were.
It turned out, Gretchen and Everett made one hell of a team when it came to marketing the barn.
Everett, the family’s tech genius, had a gift when it came to online marketing, so he kept bringing in potential clients, and Gretchen, with her girl-next-door sweetness, managed to seal nearly every deal.
This past weekend, they’d hosted a massive family reunion, and once again, the B&B and every cabin had been rented.
Ordinarily, she had a few days to clean the cabins and set them back to rights, but here she was on Tuesday and—she glanced at her phone—in three hours, a large group of guys was descending on the mountain, renting six of the cabins for a huge bachelor party.
They planned to hit several of the breweries in the area, including Rain or Shine, while staying in the cabins for a couple of days.
Once they left, she’d have to work overtime to turn them around again for another wedding next weekend.
Ordinarily she had Remi to help her clean the cabins, but her sister was out of town today, picking up their “beer” donkey.
Gretchen had suggested getting a donkey as a fun add-on for the event barn, where the donkey would serve as a walking cooler, circling the barn with Rain or Shine beer in its packs.
The uptick in business was amazing, but between cleaning and running the kitchens, and trying to find time to sneak away to see Boone, Mila was running on fumes.
They were three weeks in on their secret romance, and every single day was better than the one before.
Mila was certain her sisters—and a few of her cousins—suspected something was going on between them, because Boone, while never overtly crossing a line, wasn’t great at subterfuge. Not that she minded.
For three weeks straight, he’d sat next to her during Sunday dinner, their chairs pushed together just a shade too close.
Everyone was aware of their Tuesday night “cooking lessons,” and her sisters had taken note of how Mila came home later and later after each one…
typically with her hair askew and her clothes wrinkled.
While losing her virginity in the backseat of Todd’s Dodge had sucked, she was a big fan of getting busy in the front seat of Boone’s truck. And in the pantry. And in the winery storage shed. And once in the stable, where Remi had come this close to catching them.
Of course, even better than the sex—which was off-the-charts—was the lunch hour.
More often than not, they simply sat side by side in the winery kitchen, talking about anything and everything under the sun.
Mila had told Boone things about her and her past she’d never shared with anyone, and he always listened intently, like she was the most fascinating person on the planet.
No one had ever made her feel so seen, so special.
With each passing day, he claimed a tiny bit more of her heart. It wouldn’t take much longer before the whole thing belonged to him.
She was so distracted thinking about Boone, she didn’t pay attention to her footing and tripped over the bucket of dirty water behind her. The bucket tipped, so she not only landed on her ass but also in a deep puddle.
“Shit!” she cried out, banging her fists on the floor, splashing more water on herself.
She didn’t have time for this! Taking care of these cabins was the bane of her existence.
At too many family meetings, she’d wanted to talk about relinquishing this part of her farm duties.
She’d considered asking if someone else wanted to take them over, or if they could perhaps hire someone to do the cleaning part time, but she always held her tongue, hating the thought of letting everyone down.
Her biggest fear was Aunt Claire would offer to take charge of them again.
Her back wasn’t strong enough for that, but knowing her aunt, she’d step in anyway.
“Mila?”
She turned her head as the door to the cabin opened and Boone walked in. She’d bailed on lunch today because she was on a time crunch in terms of getting the cabins cleaned.
“What the hell happened?” Boone rushed over, helping her to her feet when she tried to rise herself and slipped in the water.
“I tripped over the bucket.” She stood and grimaced. Her jeans were dripping wet.
“Did you hurt yourself?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, as he ran his hands over her arms, hips, and legs, like he was searching for broken bones.
“I fell on my ass, which has plenty of padding,” she said, attempting to wipe the concerned scowl off his face with humor.
It sort of worked when he shook his head, amused. “You have got to be the clumsiest woman I’ve ever met.”
She wanted to protest that, but the truth was, she’d taken three tumbles since meeting him. “I swear I wasn’t until I met you.”
He snickered. “Blaming me?”
She winked. “Maybe. You distract me.”
Boone pointed to the light red scar on his hand, a remnant from the bad cut he’d suffered a few weeks ago. “Ditto.”
“What are you doing here?”
“You’ve been feeding me for weeks, so I thought I’d return the favor.” He gestured toward the door, where she spied a couple brown paper lunch bags. “I know you’re busy, but I didn’t want you working through lunch. It’s not good for you.”
Mila sighed as she took in the dirty water covering the kitchen floor, then considered her soaking jeans. Cleaning the floor and herself would set her even further back on her list of daily duties.
“Come on,” Boone said, taking her hand and pulling her out of the kitchen. “First thing we need to do is get you out of the wet jeans.”
Mila giggled. “Always trying to get me out of my pants.”
“Hell yeah, I am. Does this cabin have a dryer?”
Mila nodded.
“Great. Then let’s toss these in there while we eat so that you’re not walking home in wet pants. It’s chilly today.”
Mila held on to Boone’s shoulders as he peeled her jeans over her ass and down her legs. She toed off her shoes, then lifted her feet so he could get them and her damp socks off. Then he reached around her, grasping her ass, tsking. “What a shame. Your panties are wet too.”
Mila offered no complaint as he stripped those off as well, adding her sweater to the mix. The only thing that hadn’t gotten wet was the long-sleeve tee she’d been wearing under the sweater and her bra.
Boone carried her clothes to the dryer, tossing them in and turning it on before returning to her.
Taking her hand, he led her to the table, grabbing the lunch bags.
He pulled out a turkey sandwich, bag of chips, and two of the chocolate chip cookies left over from Sunday dinner from one of the bags, and placed it in front of her.
“You tuck into that, and I’m going to mop the floor.”
She reached out, gripping his arm. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.”
“Mila. Eat.”
She wasn’t sure what it said about her, but whenever Boone used that tone, she jumped to obey without thinking twice. Before she knew it, the sandwich was in her hands and she’d taken a big bite.
She didn’t consider herself a weak woman, but she knew that wasn’t what this was about. When she sought to follow his commands, it was because she wanted to please him, wanted to make him happy, wanted to hear him say…
“Good girl,” Boone praised her, placing a kiss on the top of her head before walking to the kitchen. Within minutes, he had the water mopped, the floor looking better than it had when she’d cleaned it.
Dumping the water, he put the mop and bucket away, then joined her at the table, diving into his own sandwich and chips.
They’d nearly finished their lunch when Mila giggled.
“What’s funny?” Boone asked.
“God help us if someone comes in and sees me and my bare ass eating lunch with you.”
He chuckled. “That would probably require some fancy talk to explain.”
“Not sure there’s enough fancy talk in the world,” she joked.
Boone rubbed his jaw, stroking his beard. “Of course, if we’re going to all the trouble of explaining your half-naked state, maybe we should make it worth our while.”
Before Mila could ask what he meant, Boone rose and reached for her hand, pulling her from the chair and planting the mother of all kisses on her lips. Mila responded in turn, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, lifting one leg around his thigh and humping it like a dog in heat.
Boone had opened a door inside her, revealing a legit sex maniac. Who knew that woman had been there all along?
The kiss went on and on, growing harder and hotter, until she was light-headed.
Mila pulled away when her back hit the wall of the kitchen, and she looked around, confused, wondering how they’d gotten all the way across the room. She didn’t even realize they were moving.
Boone ran his fingers through her slit, smiling as he always did when he discovered her wet and ready for him. She would have thought he’d be used to it by now because she was always freaking wet and ready.
He slid his hands under her shirt, cupping her breasts over her bra, using the lace to stimulate her nipples when he pinched them. “Unfasten my jeans, darlin’. I know you don’t have a lot of time, but it’s been four days since I’ve been inside you, and I can’t wait another second.”
Mila’s level of need matched his, and she was opening his pants before he even finished his request. She tugged his thick cock out of his boxer briefs, the two of them groaning in unison when she gave it a long, firm stroke.
She might not have a wide field for comparison, but there was no way Boone’s dick wasn’t on the upper end of average in terms of length and girth. Sometimes, she was amazed it fit inside her.