Chapter 17 #2
The wooden floor creaks in the tack room, and my heart kicks up.
I pause and listen to see if it happens again.
Normally, I wouldn’t be that dumb girl in a scary movie who goes down the dark basement with no flashlight or backup when a known serial killer is on the loose, but I don't think twice when it comes to my horses. Craig’s already messed with me once and implied he wasn’t done at the bar.
I’m not about to let him get away with sneaking on the property again.
As I creep down the center aisle, another creak echoes. Someone is definitely in there. I spot a rake next to the wheelbarrow and grab it. If Craig’s in there to fuck with me or plant a trap of some sort, he’s about to get whacked in the head and kicked in the balls.
My stomach’s in knots as I grip the rake’s handle in one sweaty hand and slowly reach for the doorknob with the other. I push open the door and stab the air with the rake.
I’m met with silence as I glance around for him. One of the saddle stands tipped, knocking over some equipment, which must’ve been the noise I heard. Once I set the rake against the wall, I kneel and start cleaning up the mess.
When the door slams behind me, I release a strangled gasp.
Boots smack against the floor, and I rush to my feet, but a hand wraps around my waist, pinning me to a hard chest. My adrenaline amps up as his hold tightens.
I jab my elbow roughly in his gut, then drive my fist into his nose before he can do anything else.
He releases me with a deep grunt. “Fuck!”
I turn around with my foot ready to give him a personal vasectomy, but I’m met with long hair that is definitely not Craig’s.
“Oh my God! Fisher?”
He stands, holding his nose, and my eyes widen at the blood dripping down his hand.
“What...” I mutter. “What’re ya doin’ here?”
“Didn’t you get my text?”
I blink, scrambling for my phone. “No, clearly not.” Once I dig it out of my pocket, I see his name on the screen.
Fisher
Meet me in the tack room when you’re back.
“H-how?” I shake my head. “I thought you were at the Monroes today? Where’re you parked? Why didn’t ya say anythin’ when I came in?” I ramble off a million questions while searching for something to help with the blood.
When I come up empty-handed, I tell him to hold tight so I can run to the restroom to grab something. By the time I get back, most of the bleeding’s stopped.
I bring the paper towel to his face and clean his nose and hand.
“Well, I’m glad you can handle yourself, but Jesus Christ. I wasn’t prepared for that.”
“I’m so sorry,” I enunciate slowly.
He smirks. “Noah, I’m not mad. You reacted exactly as you should’ve not knowin’ I was in here.”
“How’re ya here when you told me you were workin’?”
“I finished at the Monroes early and decided I couldn’t wait another minute to kiss you again, so I parked at The Lodge and walked over.
I saw the four-wheeler parked here, and when I saw Donut’s door open, I knew you’d gone out for a ride, so that’s when I texted you.
I bought some No Trespassing signs this mornin’ and hung them up while waitin’ for you to return.
I also ordered more cameras and will install them once they arrive. ”
“Wow. Thank you for doing that. I’m still tryin' to wrap my head around why you were hidin’ in here.”
“Well, you hadn’t responded to my text, so when I heard footsteps, I hid behind the door in case it was someone else comin’ in. Then when I saw you, I aimed for your neck and closed the door for privacy.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose while my breathing steadies. I didn’t even notice his truck when I rode past the parking lot. “Maybe you say my name next time instead of creepin’ up on me?”
The corner of his mouth tilts up as he grabs my hip. “I thought you read my text and knew I was in here.”
“Well, I hadn’t. So when someone comes up behind me without sayin’ a word, I assume it’s a murderer!” I whisper-shout.
He twirls a strand of my hair and wraps it behind my ear. “Duly noted. Here I was, tryin' to seduce you.”
I arch a brow. “You have my attention.”
He chuckles, inching closer until we’re almost touching. “Kinda goes against my whole goin’ slow rule. But I missed you and wanted to taste your lips.”
Leaning against him, I smile now that my heart rate has gone down to normal. “That can be arranged.”
Fisher cups my cheeks with both hands and crashes his mouth against mine.
A whimper slips from my throat, and he sinks his tongue in deeper, causing heat to build between my legs and swim up my body.
I fist his T-shirt, clinging as tightly to him as possible, and he walks us to the back of the door.
“Fuck, Goldie. This is a bad idea,” he murmurs as he drags his tongue down my jawline and sucks under my ear.
“Not what a woman wants to hear when a dick is pressin’ into her.” I pant, exposing my neck to him.
“Trust me, I want to. But if I touch you, I won’t wanna stop, and right now, we need to. I’m not fuckin’ you in a barn.”
I chuckle at his scowl. “I dunno. Sounds kinda hot to me.”
“It won’t be when we get caught.” He sets his palms on the door next to my head and focuses on me. “Is anyone else workin’ in here?”
“My brothers are supposed to, but Wilder’s still in bed. I’m not sure where Waylon is.”
He dips his mouth back to mine and softly brushes his tongue between my lips. “Tell me how wet you are.”
His strained voice makes me grin at how hard he’s trying to stay in control and not move too fast.
When he steps back to give me space, I spin around and press my back against his chest. Our rapid breathing is the only sound as I unbutton my jeans and slide my hand down my panties.
“Mm...” I moan, coating my finger.
He grabs my ponytail, pulls my head back, and then lowers his mouth to my ear. “Touch yourself,” he growls. “Make yourself come.”
It’d feel better if it were his fingers, but I can’t deny his erection pressing into my back and his hot breath against my neck aren’t almost as satisfying.
Short bursts of air release from my mouth as I pant through the intense sensations. His free hand grips my arm and guides my fingers while I rub circles over my clit.
“That’s a good girl, Goldie. So wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hmm.” I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning too loudly.
“Pretend it’s me touchin’ you. It’s me makin’ you burn hot and lose yourself. Think of my mouth on your sweet cunt.”
“Yes, please,” I beg, not caring that someone could walk in on us.
“So goddamn temptin’, Noah. But I can’t this time, so you’re gonna have to do it for me. Slide two fingers inside your pussy.”
I do as he says and then set my foot up on the grooming bucket to give myself deeper access. His whispered demands and neck kisses have me losing control within a matter of minutes.
“You’re so goddamn sexy when you come.”
My body goes limp against him as I rest my head on his chest and collect myself. Fisher grabs my wrist, pulls my hand from my panties, and brings my fingers to his mouth.
“Fuck me. Your sweetness is gonna taunt me for the rest of the day.”
I arch my back into his erection. “I think that’s the least of your problems.”
He spins me around and cups the back of my neck, pulling me into his mouth and giving me a taste.
“I better go before someone sees me, but I’ll call ya tonight.”
“You should FaceTime me. Around eight.”
He arches a brow. “Why’s that?”
I adjust my body to button my jeans and fix my hair. Then I open the door and peek up and down the aisle to make sure it’s clear. Once I’m certain no one is around, I turn back toward Fisher.
“Because I’ll be in the tub.” I wink, and he shakes his head.
“I’m already sufferin’ here...” He lowers his gaze to his groin.
I close the gap separating us and give him one final kiss. “Then come over at nine. I’ll leave my door unlocked.”