Chapter 9 #2
I wonder if she remembers how it all happened…how the burning beam fell…no. She doesn’t remember anything. And I’m glad. ‘Cause if she did, she’d never forgive me.
After walking for some time, I finally reached the barn and stepped inside.
“Now where did I leave my jacket…” I looked around the barn, trying to remember where I set it down.
The bulls inside stirred a bit, acting a little off.
“Now what’s gotten into y’all?” I looked around in their pens, noticing they had no hay or anything.
“Damn it, Torchy.” I removed my hat, setting it down as I reached for a pair of gloves.
“I’m gonna kick his ass tomorrow for making me work so late.
” I stomped around to the other side of the barn and climbed the ladder that led up to the hayloft, grumbling to myself.
I swear that kid—
With both hands, I gripped onto a single hay bale and drug it along the loft. Normally, doing such a chore wouldn't bother me, but ever since the incident with Reaper, my shoulder’s been acting up. Of course, flipping Lucille around the other night wasn’t exactly helpful either.
I stopped and smiled. “But she was worth it.”
I dragged the hay bale over towards the ladder and kicked it down onto the barn floor below. I knew I shouldn't have, but I was too damn worn out to move it any other way.
“Alright.” I climbed down the ladder, and with one swift motion, I hauled the hay bale up and tossed it over my good shoulder, carrying it back to the other side of the barn.
“Alright, boys!” I shouted, approaching the bulls in their pens.
“Who’s hungry?” I threw the hay bale down with a loud huff, surprised by what I saw.
Standing in one of the pens was none other than Lucille. She was humming softly and brushing one of the young bulls, wearing my cowboy hat and leather jacket over what looked to be a silky black nightdress.
“Don’t you know better than to take things that don’t belong to you?” I teased, walking over to the pen. “You should be careful. That yearling is a bit unpredictable.”
She smirked. “You should be more careful about leaving your things around. Anyone could just pick them up.” Her head tilted over her shoulder.
“Finder’s keepers.” She returned her focus to the bull.
“I’m not worried about this little guy. I know the risks.
Why do you think I’m brushing him?” She stepped around the yearling and brushed it a little more.
“It calms him, see?” Her eyes met mine. “He’s harmless. ”
I crossed my arms, still bewitched by the sight of her wearing my things. “What’re you doing here so late? Did our little drive not wear you out? Or did you just miss me?” My body tightened at the sight of her.
Lucille ran the brush along the yearling’s back a couple more times.
“I hate to disappoint, but I came for them.” She pointed to the bull.
“Cooper asked me to make sure they got fed before I went to bed. I was on my way here when I ran into you earlier today and completely forgot to come down here.”
Well that stings.
“I see. Well—” I placed my hands along my hips, looking back at the hay.
“You can head on back. I’ll make sure they get fed.
But don’t worry, I’ll let you take all the credit.
” I winked. Lucille sat the brush down and stepped from the pen.
My jacket looked huge on her, nearly swallowing her body whole, but damn she looked good in it.
There was something about the energy in the barn.
It was buzzing and heavy, leaving my entire body hot.
She took her time walking up to me, stopping maybe a few inches away. There was something about the look she had deep within her hazel eyes, one that made something carnal inside me growl with hunger.
“Careful, Lucille,” I warned. She ignored me, stepping even closer.
Her smile grew. “What’s wrong, old man? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Her arm extended, and I felt her hand press against my chest.
Yes.
She tried to slide her fingers further south, but I gripped her hand and stopped her. “I thought you wanted to go back to how things were before? Or are you still pretending?”
Lucille looked up at me. “I couldn’t sleep, and it’s your damn fault. You possess my thoughts and haunt my dreams, and no matter how much I try to stay away, I find myself wanting more.”
Her words melted me.
“I know it’s not what we should be doing, but I need you.”
I leaned forward to kiss her. “I knew you’d come begging.” But she gripped my chin with her other hand, preventing me from doing so.
“Oh, I’m not begging. I’m telling you. Now—” Her fingers curled over the buckle of my belt, and she yanked me against her body. “Why don’t I spare that bull and give you a whirl?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I reached around, wrapping my arms around her waist as I snatched her body up.
She squealed, wrapping her legs around me and leaning forward, kissing me while I carried her over to the stall and slammed her body against the pen door.
She moaned at the impact and dragged her fingers under the back of my shirt, scratching my skin with her long nails.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, kissing her neck.
“Someone might hear us.” My tongue glided along her bare skin as it made its way along the side of her neck and to her ear.
She moaned and arched her body into mine. “Let them,” she breathed.
Oh you naughty little viper.
My mouth found its way back to hers. I kissed her fiercely, inhaling her scent, as if it were the very air I needed to breathe.
She was driving me crazy, and I was unable to control myself.
My hands grazed along her thighs, lifting her dainty little black nightdress to find she had nothing on underneath.
“You haunt my dreams too,” I breathed against her throat.
“I’m plagued by such unholy things…things I want to do to you, Lucille.
” My eyes met hers. “The more I touch you, the more I smell you on my skin…” My hand gripped her chin.
“The more I fucking crave you.” Her freckled cheeks blushed and burned in response to my words while she stared at me with those golden-flaked irises. “You and all your venom.”
Lucille lunged at me, kissing me harshly.
I nearly stumbled back, dropping her legs as she whipped me around and pushed me into the stall.
She removed my jacket, keeping my hat on her head, and gripped the hem of my shirt, ripping it over my head.
Her hands trailed down my chest, feeling the ridges of my muscles, tracing the lines of my tattoos.
She pressed her palm against the old brand on my chest and felt the raised skin with her fingertip.
It hurt, making me growl. I instinctively grabbed her wrist and noticed how her eyes lit up like fireworks.
“You might be older.” She yanked her arm free, returning it to my chest. “But I'm in charge.” Her hands traveled down my body until they stopped at my pants.
She unlatched my belt, unzipping my jeans before she reached down to stroke my swollen dick.
I moaned at her touch, knocking my head against the stall, struggling to contain myself.
Lucille smiled at my reaction and continued to glide her fingers down my shaft and stroke me with a pleasing amount of pressure.
Oh fuck me.
She gripped my shaft near the base and squeezed, dragging her grasp down to my tip, rubbing her thumb across it in a way that made my entire body jolt. “Easy…keep that up and I’m going to make you howl again.”
She nodded with a giant smile. “Is that a threat?” She leaned in close while stroking me. “Or a promise?”
Oh, it’s a fucking promise.
I picked her back up and wrapped her legs around me, slamming her into the stall across the way.
Her head fell back as I wasted no time entering her.
She moaned as I slid inside, feeling just how tight and wet she was for me.
“I knew you weren't done with me,” I teased. “Don’t worry, I’m nowhere near done with you.
” My dick slid back before slowly reentering her body as she cried out.
“Oh, you take me so well.” I thrusted harder, again and again, listening as she made the most delicious noises.
Her face twisted and her body pressed into mine, begging for more. And I knew she was close to coming.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed. “Please.”
I grinned at her pleas and gently tilted her chin down.
Her eyes met mine, and I noticed tears within them.
“What happened to not begging?” Before she could answer, I slammed my body into hers with a faint grunt.
She tightened her grip around my neck and squeezed her thighs around my waist, moving in a rhythmic unison with me.
Her spine ground against the stall as I kept thrusting.
I bit her neck, kissing it gently as my mouth traveled along her flesh, tasting her skin as her scent filled my nostrils.
I slid the dainty strap of her nightdress down her arm, and it fell to her shoulder, allowing me to expose her breast.
Lucille whimpered as I used my tongue to play with her nipple. I flicked it around and grabbed the tip with my front teeth before biting down lightly. She cried out and gasped at the pleasing pain, rocking into me.
Fuck, keep it up and I’m going to end up coming first.
I kissed her nipple and then returned my mouth to hers. She wore a hazy look that told me she was close herself, and I knew she wouldn’t last much longer.