CHAPTER 33
Walker
Ichuckle darkly as I pull Tally into the shed. It’s only been a day since she laid down her rules about sneaking around, and already I’ve had her behind the house while Rosie and her sister called for her to bring out more pastries.
Just now, though, she stuck out her tongue at me because I winked at her across the festival.
No winking. That’s another one of her ridiculous rules. Apparently, when I violate her rules, she turns into a brat, which only makes me want her more.
“On your knees, and don’t you dare make a fucking sound,” I say, my hand covering her mouth to keep her quiet.
Day two of the festival is in full swing, and it’s possibly even busier than yesterday.
All of our hard work during the last few months has been worth it, considering the footfall we’ve experienced the past two days, but damn if I can’t claw back some quality time with my girl.
Tally will be pissed if we’re caught this quickly, though.
And she’s not wrong: The sneaking around is fun, and I haven’t had fun in—fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever had this kind of fun.
Last night, Tally, Rosie, Penny, and Gail all stayed up late, baking in the kitchen. They were laughing into the early morning hours, and as damn tired as I was because I’d barely slept the night before, I couldn’t fall asleep. I liked hearing Tally’s happiness drift up the stairs.
Today she’s been walking around in another of her floral dresses, those pink cowboy boots that have become my obsession on her feet, delivering drinks to people sitting on the Adirondack chairs out in the wildflower field.
We’ve got a guitarist strumming The Lumineers’s “Flowers in Your Hair,” which is only enhanced by the harmonious chorus of chirping birds that keep sweeping in to grab crumbs from Tally’s raspberry and lemon scones.
Those are one of the new additions from last night’s baking festivities.
The daffodils seem even brighter today, too—maybe jealous of all the attention the wildflower meadow has been getting.
Or maybe it’s me. The world is all vibrant hues and melodious tunes since Tally became mine.
Hell, even the mountains are abloom with rhododendrons.
The crimsons, whites, and pinks are an explosion of color behind the dazzling harbor, where boats sway in a dance that seems choreographed to go with the music.
Tally had quite the idea to set up the Adirondack chairs in that meadow. With that view, no one will ever want to leave.
And if these cottages work out, maybe they’ll mean more regular visitors.
“Well, you brought me in here, Cowboy. Do you plan on doing something?” She teases now because I’ve lost my damn words with the way she just settled on the floor so compliantly.
She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, with her gauzy green dress fanning around her and the bottoms of her cowboy boots upright as she stares at me from her knees.
I grip her jaw and tilt her face up, stroking the smooth skin beneath her chin. “Undo my belt, Wildflower. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
Her head falls back in pleasure as she reaches for my belt. Then, like the obedient thing she’s pretending to be, she tilts her eyes to me, waiting for instruction.
“Zipper.”
She hums as she pops the button of my jeans and then tugs down the zipper.
“Now take my cock out.”
My heart is pounding as I watch her lick her lips and then reach up and pull my hard cock through the opening in my boxers.
“Tongue out, just like you did before when you were being a brat.”
Her lips twitch as she tries to fight a smile. Then she slides out her tongue and I step closer, rolling my hard cock across her glistening tongue.
“Now I’m going to fuck this mouth, Tally, and no matter how badly you want to, you aren’t going to touch me or yourself. Understood?” Her eyes widen, but she settles her palms flat on her knees and opens her mouth wider, waiting.
Fuck, my dick swells and I know I’m in trouble. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I grip her jaw and hold her in place while I slide inside her mouth.
“Pinch my thigh if it’s too much,” I warn right before I thrust deep into her throat.
She gags, and blood rushes to my ears. “Fuck, I love that sound, Tally. Do it again,” I tell her right before I hit the back of her throat.
She splutters around me and her eyes water, but she doesn’t lift her hand to stop me.
No, she just hollows her cheeks and stares up at me, taking it all.
The feel of her mouth, the way she’s staring at me, it’s all so fucking good. I push down her dress and bra to play with her tits. She moans around my cock and pushes her chest up, loving having her nipples tugged.
“You’re being such a good girl, and you know what good girls get?” She hums around my cock, not stopping, but her golden eyes raise to mine and she watches me as she sucks harder.
“Good girls get fucked.” I hold a hand down to help her up and she sighs out a “Thank God.”
I chuckle. “Knees hurt?”
“No, but my pussy is throbbing. I need you.”
This girl.
I spin her to face the wall and push her hair over to one shoulder, pressing a kiss right behind her ear. “Can’t have that now, can we?”
“Please, Walker, quick,” she begs.
“Lift up your dress and lean forward. Let me see how wet you are for me.”
Like the wanton thing she is, Tally grabs the bottom of her dress and pulls it all the way up, exposing her ass cheeks, which only have a black string between them. I press my fingers between her thighs and revel in the damp fabric. “You’re soaked, Tally darlin’.”
She hums as I slide one finger inside and then run it between her dripping pussy lips. “Can I have you right here, baby? Can I fuck this tight cunt and keep you quiet?”
She shudders out a whimpering breath. “Maybe.”
“No maybes. Do you need something to help you stay silent?”
She nods so I slide the panties off her hips and then bring them to my nose, inhaling. Already I’m addicted to her smell.
Unable to wait another second, I take her hips in one hand and line myself up at her entrance right before I take my other hand with the panties in them and shove them into her mouth at the exact moment I push inside her.
She screams around her panties, but it’s muffled so no one but me can hear.
Then I wrap a hand around her waist and play with her clit while I fuck her in slow thrusts.
“That’s a good girl. Taking my cock and not letting anyone know.
This is how you like it, though, right Tal, my dirty little secret? ”
She nods as she bounces her ass against me.
I may be fucking her, but I’m the one who’s thoroughly fucked, and as she comes beneath my fingers and squeezes my cock, dragging my orgasm from me, I don’t see a damn thing wrong with any of it.
Fifteen minutes later I return from the bathroom, having snuck Tally to her room so she could clean herself up before coming back for the rest of the festival.
We’ve still got a few more hours to get through before I can hopefully get her in my bed.
Fucking her in secret is fun, but I crave the quiet we had in the cottage after sex.
The midnight confessions under the moonlight with her warm body against mine, her hands strumming against my chest, her heart beating a steady rhythm with mine.
I step off the porch just in time to see Gail staring out at the driveway, the back of a familiar truck disappearing toward town.
I set my jaw. “What the hell did he want?”
My voice comes out gruff, and Gail’s shoulders jump in shock.
She turns around and I eat the distance between us in quick steps. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
Gail shakes her head, but her eyes are tired. “It’s fine. He was just stopping by to remind me that we owe him another lump sum payment by the end of the season.”
“Well, we knew that.” There’s no need for Frank to remind us. My fists flex. I don’t like this at all.
“This big Hall event will work, right? We’ll be able to save the farm?” For the first time since we came up with this plan, Gail looks truly lost.
I reach for her and tug her against my chest. She folds herself against me, and I can feel her arms shaking. These Darling women have gone from being strangers to the closest family I have, outside my sister and Quinn, in less than a year. I can’t let them down. Any of them.
I blow out a breath and realize I can’t do this alone. Tally was right about that. And because I’ll do anything to keep Tally happy, I leave Gail and go in search of a solution.
Despite the fact that I was looking for him, when I spot Eli, he lights up like he was the one searching for me.
It’s clear this guy is starved of attention, but he’s seeking it in all the wrong places if I’m the one he’s trying to befriend.
“The nominations are starting soon,” he says as he wraps an arm around me and walks us toward the fields.
“The nomi-what?”
“The nominations. For grand marshal.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about, and I’m sure my face says as much.
He laughs. “You really don’t know? How could you run this farm and not know?”
“Oh, you found him!” Rayna coos as soon as she spots us.
The sun is a gorgeous orange blaze as it begins to set, casting a golden glow over the entire farm.
I’m glad the festival has been a huge success, and I’m hearing murmurs in every direction about how it’s been the best one yet, but I’m beyond ready for it all to be over.
I’m exhausted. Even after everyone leaves, we’ll still have hours of cleaning up to do before I can crawl into bed.
What I need is sleep. What I want is Tally.
The fact that she’s leaving in six short weeks means every second is precious. I can sleep in June.
“Sure did. Guy was fooling around in the shed.”
My head whips toward Eli, and I drop my arm from around him. “I was not.”
Eli coughs out a laugh.
“Then what were you doing?” the town’s nosiest resident asks.