Chapter 58 Lucy
He shakes his head slowly, and crooks his finger motioning me toward him. Briar giggles behind her hand and disappears in the direction we last saw her Dads.
Walking toward him slowly, I look around at the incredible turn out. People are consistently flowing in and out, the last time I checked the bake sale was almost sold out, and the popcorn stands have had to refill at least four times each.
The Turner Dude Ranch will be in service next year, and hopefully the one after that too.
“Yes, Old Man?” I sing-song, holding my hands behind my back and batting my lashes.
He chuckles, and reaches for me, bringing my body into his. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“Sometimes I wonder…” I joke, lifting to my toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Come with me,” he says, taking me by the hand and pulling me behind one of the bigger tents where the dancing is. Music pulses through the tent, and I almost trip on the lines holding it up. But Reese catches me before I can fall and helps me over them until there’s no crowd.
It’s only us.
Bending down, he sweeps his lips across mine. “I haven’t gotten to tell you how devastatingly beautiful you look tonight.”
Swoon.
“I’m glad you liked the dress,” I tease.
“It’s not the dress, Goldie.” He rumbles, crowding me as far into the tent as he can before it starts to cave in. “It’s you.”
His hands circle my waist, squeezing and gripping my stomach on his way up to my breasts.
“Reese–” I start only to be cut off by his kisses. He fills his hands with my breasts, squeezing and kneading until I’m gasping for air and pressing my legs together.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he rumbles, running one hand down my side to the hem of my dress. Slowly he runs his hand up, catching the hemline with one finger and dragging the material up.
“Reese–” I hiss, looking around. “Someone could see…”
“No one’s comin’ back here, baby,” he chuckles as if he can guarantee that. Dropping to his knees, he presses his face to my stomach and peppers me with kisses.
I’m cold and hot, all at the same time. Breathing becomes harder as he throws one of my legs over his shoulder, dives under my skirt, and blows against my pussy. I whimper, a sound I think only he could ever drag out of me.
“Let me enjoy your perfect pussy, Goldie,” he’s waiting, running his fingers down the backs of my legs. “Please.”
The sight of him, on his knees, for me. Wanting to pleasure my body while hundreds of people stand not yards from us…
It shouldn’t be so enticing. I’ve never done anything like this, yet with the easy way Reese works my panties to the side and runs his tongue through my wetness, I’m in no place to disagree.
I want this.
“Show me what you’ve got, Old Man,” I giggle and he does. Feathering his tongue over my clit only serves to wind me tighter. He knows it too with the way his hands grip my chunky thighs and he pulls me to him.
“I love your body,” he praises before diving back in. This time with harsh strokes of his tongue that threaten to make me finish in seconds, until he pulls back and runs a finger through my pussy. “Try to stay quiet for me, Goldie.”
His dark blue eyes gleam with mischief as he starts again, and this time he adds his finger, tugging on the spot inside me that makes a mess.
Fuck.
He must sense my apprehension, because he slowly works his finger and tongue in a rhythm that pushes me so close to the brink. Throwing my head back, I gasp as he pushes a little harder, and my legs lock, toes curling.
“Reese!” I whisper into the rapidly setting night. Slowly, he moves his finger, allowing my orgasm to subside before removing it and licking it clean.
When I feel my body relax, I start to giggle.
Holy shit.
He stands, all smiles as he kisses me again. The stars are starting to dot the sky and I remember Reese saying something about a surprise once it got dark enough.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I say through the giggles.
He smirks and shrugs. “There isn’t much I wouldn’t do when it comes to you, Goldie.”
Dusting off his shoulder, I lean up and whisper, “You know what would make it even better?”
He throws his head back and laughs, “Sugar?”
“Sugar,” I agree. Fixing my dress and grabbing his hand, I pull him out from behind the tent, toward the baked goods tent. I have a whole s’more’s bar waiting back here for the volunteers behind a separate curtain.
Just something to let them know they’re appreciated.
Grabbing a plate and loading it with graham crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows, Reese follows me to the big fire pit where a few people are already gathered. Volunteers already done with their shifts, or on breaks enjoy roasting marshmallows and talking with each other.
Reese helps make our s’more’s and we find a few hay bales to sit on, so we can eat. Leaning my head on his shoulder, we watch the people coming and going. Enjoying the carnival and watching kids run around.
“I’ve got a surprise,” Reese says, “meet me by the main tent in ten, okay?”
Eyeing him, I lift a brow but don’t comment, and knowing Reese he wouldn’t tell me anyway. I nod, smile, and I guess that’s all he needs because he saunters off with a cheeky sparkle in his eye.
Enjoying the fire for a few minutes I decide I can sneak in one more s’more. I’ve got time.
Walking back to refill my supplies I find the whole tent empty. The baked goods are all gone, so there’s really no need to stay. Still it makes my stomach bunch and my skin stand on edge.
Whispers against the tent material catch my attention and I pause, looking around. I don’t see anyone, but my gut’s screaming there’s someone there.
Ducking out of the tent and heading back to the fire, an arm seizes around my waist, and before I can let out a scream, my mouth’s being covered. I kick and flail, trying like hell to get away when I hear a click and feel something hard bite into the soft flesh of my side.
“Be quiet,” whoever grabbed me snaps, and fear slithers down my spine.