Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Tripp
“You’re gonna get us in trouble.” Magnolia pants between her words, and I love the sound of her losing control around me.
“You’re the boss,” I remind her, thrusting my fingers deeper toward her G-spot. “Who do you think is gonna catch us?” She’s already done for the day, so the counter window and door are closed and locked.
“I-I dunno. The health inspector because this most definitely violates a few codes.”
Considering her ass is perched up on the counter and her thighs are spread wide for me, I can’t disagree.
But it’s been three days since I’ve seen her in person, and I was desperate for a taste before we go on our date tonight.
With Noah away on her honeymoon, the rest of us are picking up her slack with the boarding horses and making sure they get exercised, which has meant working later and less time to see Magnolia.
After we rode around looking for Rocky, I found him up the mountain grazing and the little bastard ran as soon as he saw Franklin.
It took a little sweet talking to convince him to trust me and not take off.
Once I was able to swing the rope around his neck, I led him back to the breeding operations barn and put him in a stall.
The pasture he was in has a broken fence post, and I stayed busy helping Landen fix it for the past couple evenings.
Magnolia and I text each day and stay in contact, but it’s not the same as getting to touch and kiss her.
She even gave me a little striptease over FaceTime as she was undressing before she got in the bath.
So as soon as I was able to come to the retreat after her shift today, I was ready to devour her.
“Shit, I’m so close.” She digs her nails into my hair as I kneel in front of her and hike one of her legs over my shoulder.
My tongue flattens along her slit before I capture her clit between my lips and suck until she goes breathless. I drive my fingers faster into her sweet cunt and when she nearly screams through her orgasm, she squirts all over my hand.
And I lick every last bit.
“Fuck, Sunny. You had some pent-up tension to release.” I shoot her a wink and she blushes.
“You’ve been teasin’ me all week.”
Between the daily sexting, FaceTime calls that eventually turn sexual, and being insanely obsessive over her, I don’t blame her. My palm’s gone raw over abusing my cock each night.
Grabbing her leggings off the floor, I stand and grab her foot so I can slide them back on.
“Forgettin’ something?” She arches a brow when I pull them up.
“No.”
“So you’re just gonna pretend you didn’t steal my panties and shove ’em in your pocket?”
Her taunting voice has me smirking as I avoid her gaze, concentrating hard on making sure I get her clothes situated properly.
“That’d be correct.”
“Then I get something of yours,” she says once I lift her off the counter and onto her feet.
I tease the tip of my tongue along my lower lip as I stare into her beautiful brown eyes. “Okay, whaddya want?”
“A T-shirt.”
My brows pinch together in confusion because I was expecting something a lot more scandalous.
“Just any shirt?” I ask.
“One that smells like you. That night I stole one from your room, you made me give it back. And I’d like one to keep for when I’m alone in my bed and missing you.”
The vulnerable sadness on her face has me cupping her cheeks and stepping closer until I capture her mouth.
My tongue slides between her lips and she opens hers to let me in.
This kiss isn’t rushed or filled with desperation but rather sweet and tender.
Her arms wrap around my waist, pulling me tighter until we’re gasping for air.
“I’m sorry I took it from you.” I rest my forehead against hers. “You can have my entire closet, Sunny. It’s yours.”
She chuckles, tilting up to meet my gaze. “This one will do for now.”
“You got it.” I pull back and yank it over my head. I left my jacket in my truck, but I don’t mind the cold because as soon as her eyes land on my chest, fire burns in her eyes.
“Is that—” She squints, leaning in closer. “A sunflower tattoo?”
She brushes a finger underneath Billy’s inked name and confusion covers her face.
“I don’t remember seeing that before.”
“The birth and death dates written underneath his name had the wrong years, but I didn’t realize it until after it healed. So instead of trying to get it fixed and risk it turnin’ out worse, I decided to just cover it up with something better.”
“With a sunflower…” Her baffled expression is adorable. She really has no idea how long I’ve liked her. “When did you get it?”
I brush a finger down her cheek. “About two years ago, after you told me that Sunny was your favorite nickname from me.”
She swallows hard as she continues examining the design. A bouquet of sunflowers lies below Billy’s name like a decorative signature.
“I liked what you said about sunflowers and how they were a sign of positivity, happiness, and hope. Figured I could use some of that in my life.” I shrug.
She finally meets my eyes. “You never told me.”
“I didn’t tell anyone.”
“Not even Landen?”
“Nope.”
“I can’t wrap my head around this, Tripp. Why would you get my favorite flower tattooed on your skin? And two years ago? I still thought you could hardly stand being around me or only put up with me because I was Noah’s best friend.”
“That was me tryin’ to keep my distance because you were on and off with Travis, and I knew Landen liked you, so you were off-limits.
I thought if I stayed guarded and put you in the friend zone, you’d stop flirtin’ with me, and I’d stop liking you.
” I smirk, plucking her bottom lip between my thumb and finger. “My feelings never faded, though.”
Something passes in her eyes, almost like a flinch, but she quickly recovers, so I don’t question it.
“Even after you thought we’d never have a chance, you still did it?” she asks.
I hold her face in my hands and smile down at her. “Yeah, Sunny. No matter what did or didn’t happen between us, I liked the thought of having you close to me.”
“Tripp Hollis.” The corners of her eyes well with tears, and I quickly brush my thumb across her cheeks before they can fall. “That is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. And now I kinda hate you for it because how am I ever gonna compete with that?”
With a grin, I dip down and capture her pouty lips. “You could get a tattoo of my handprint on your ass cheek.”
“I won’t be able to show anyone if it’s there.”
I cock a brow. “Exactly.”
“Please tell me you aren’t takin’ me to some archery place. Because I really think axe-throwing was my limit on arm strength.”
I glance over at her in the passenger seat and chuckle. “No, don’t worry. That’s more of a fifth date kinda thing.”
“Oh good, remind me to be sick that day.”
Leaning over, I squeeze her thigh. “You’re such a brat.”
“I thought you liked that specific trait of mine,” she muses with a cheeky grin.
I cup her chin while keeping one eye on the road. “Only if I’m allowed to give out punishments for said trait.”
“Hmm…well, how else would I get your handprint on my ass for that tattoo?”
My eyes darken at the thought of someone else seeing her there. “Yeah, I change my mind. No one sees your bare ass except me.”
“Tattoo artists are professionals. They pierce dicks and vaginas all day long. I’m sure my one little ass cheek wouldn’t even faze ’em.”
I snort. “Is that so?”
“Well, I dunno, but I’m sure they’ve seen it all. They’re practically doctors and are immune to that stuff.”
“Right…” I drawl out, still not convinced.
“So I’m guessing if I tell you I’ve been thinkin’ of gettin’ my clit pierced you’d be against it?”
My cock jerks beneath my jeans, and I have to adjust myself before it rubs uncomfortably along my zipper. She catches me and grins.
“No talkin’ about your pussy while I’m drivin’.”
“Okay, what about nipples? I could pierce those.”
“Sunny…” I warn. “Unless you want me to pull over and take you right here, I suggest you stop talkin’ about all your body parts I wanna devour.”
“Not sure that’s as much of a threat as you think it is.”
I shoot her a side-glare as I continue fighting with my erection.
“Ya know, I could help you out with that…” She nods toward my groin.
“That’s dangerous while I’m behind the wheel.”
“More than finger-fucking me while teachin’ me to drive?” she counters. The gloating smirk that covers her stunning face tells me she knows she’s got me there.
Before I can argue, she flips off the chest strap of her buckle and crawls toward me on the bench seat. I pop the steering wheel up so she doesn’t smack her head and widen my legs.
“This is a bad idea,” I say as she undoes my button and zipper.
“You just focus on the road, cowboy. Leave me to it down here.”
I scoff, death-gripping the wheel with one hand as she pulls out my hard length. “Yeah, sure.”
My eyes are laser focused on the traffic in front of me. All it’d take is one nosy trucker to glance over and see Magnolia with my cock in her mouth.
The moment her hot tongue swirls around the tip, I’m fucking gone. She bobs up and down on my shaft like it’s a goddamn Popsicle and when she makes gagging noises, it brings me closer to exploding down her throat.
“Sunny, I’m gonna come,” I warn her, barely able to breathe. Not touching her the way I want to is torture, but I fist her hair so I can control her head if I need to. I wouldn’t think twice about moving her over if there was a threat of an accident happening.
As if she can feel my entire body tense, she hollows her cheeks and sucks harder until my spine tingles and vibrations rock through my balls.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe out as she swallows me down.
Her tongue slides up and down, cleaning every ounce of me, but I need her to stop before I get hard again.
“You gotta stop now, baby.”
She sits up and proudly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and I shove myself back in my boxers and rebutton my jeans.