Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
juniper
The weekend was quickly approaching, which meant the population of Miles City was about to double in size. Liv and Nico had started to mentally prepare me for the Bucking Horse Sale festivities. Based on what everyone had told me, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be ready for what I was about to witness.
With the Bucking Horse Sale this weekend, and Gulch Days the next, I had an action-packed week ahead.
Gulch Days was considered the summer kickoff celebration for my college town.
It consisted of live music, trade shows, and food vendors, and occasionally they’d bring in a Ferris wheel and other carnival rides.
It was like a smaller scale county fair—without the 4-H shows and exhibits, since that took place in mid to late August.
Today was my last day off for about five days. I’d work the weekend closing shifts before switching to day shifts, ending my week with a double right before we’d leave for Goldfinch.
Originally, I’d planned to have a day of doing absolutely nothing, but then my phone buzzed on the kitchen counter.
Tucker
I’m outside
What? Why?
Tucker
Kidnapping you
Come outside
I walked over to the window to see if he was telling the truth, and sure enough, he was standing outside…in a pair of swim trunks.
Not bothering to put on a pair of shoes, I stepped outside, shielding my eyes from the sun as I exited the house.
“What are you doing here, and why are you wearing a swimsuit?”
“I’m kidnapping you so we can go spend the day by the creek. Go get dressed, unless you prefer skinny dipping.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “You know I wouldn’t mind either.”
“I wasn’t planning on doing anything today.”
“Well, now you have plans. Come on, it’ll be fun. Why relax at home when you can lay out in the sun, get a tan, and spend time with me?”
It was a fair point. Besides, I hadn’t been down to the creek—the namesake of the place he lived—yet.
“Okay, be right back.” I disappeared into the house. I slipped on my favorite purple bikini, some denim cutoffs, and flipflops, grabbing a towel and sunglasses before leaving Natalie a note and heading out the door.
Mikey whistled when I descended the stairs, and I shook my head at him.
“You look good, Peachy.”
This time, I didn’t bother trying to open my own door, remembering what he had said earlier in the week. It seemed to make him happy, and call me a romantic, but I liked seeing him that way. Mikey deserved good things, too.
The Silver Creek was exactly how I had imagined it, but when we drove past the pullout where several vehicles were parked, I looked at Mikey confused.
“I know a secret spot.” He winked. “Trust me, this is going to be way better than the normal place people go.”
About ten minutes later, we drove down a narrow gravel road surrounded by trees. The creek ran parallel to the trail, the soothing sound of water filling my ears.
We parked in a small clearing deep in the woods.
When I took a good look around, I understood exactly why Mikey drove here.
Trees loomed overhead, blocking out the harsh sun rays, while still allowing light to dapple on the ground.
The creek widened into a swimming hole beneath, the water rippling, but not moving swiftly like the current downstream.
Large, flat rocks lay near the bank, providing a peaceful area to sunbathe.
A larger, ledge-like rock jutted out over the water, and on the other side stood a tree with a rope swing hanging from its wide branches.
“How did you find this place?” I spun around in awe, taking in everything. The birds chirped and the breeze rustled the trees, a natural orchestra for the breathtaking view.
“I was heading down to the creek one day to fish and ended up going too far. I might have even taken a wrong turn, but it led me here. I don’t think Colter, Reid, and the others even know about this place. Colter might, but I’ve never seen him here, so I like to think it’s my best-kept secret.”
“You’ve never brought anyone here?” I didn’t mean to sound surprised, but my mind immediately went to this being one of his hookup spots.
“No, never. You’re the first.”
“Well, I appreciate you showing me.” I swayed on my feet.
Mikey’s mouth curled up in a smirk as though a thought just dawned on him. “I’ll race you to the rope swing.”
“What do I get if I win?” One of my eyebrows shot up.
He thought about it for a minute. “Whatever you want.”
I challenged his statement, for that could mean a lot of things. “Anything?”
“Within reason,” he backpedaled.
“Mm, I think if I win, you have to get on a horse.”
He dipped his chin, shaking his head. “You’re relentless.”
“So, is that a deal?”
“Fine.” He huffed out a breath.
“Perfect!” I laughed as I shoved him to the side, making him lose his balance as I took off, sprinting around the edge of the water to the other side where the rope swing was. I unbuttoned my shorts in the process, discarding them on the ground so I was only in my swimsuit.
I looked over my shoulder as Mikey gained on me, his feet pounding against the earth.
Almost there.
I pushed forward, lungs burning as I extended my hand out, only a couple feet away from the rope swing.
“Oof!” Before I could grab the rope, strong arms cradled my body, spinning me in the opposite direction. “Hey! That’s cheating!” I screeched.
Mikey laughed in response. “And what you did back there wasn’t?” He adjusted so he was holding me in one arm as the other brushed the rope, finalizing him as the winner.
“What do you get as the winner, then?” I asked.
“This.” The mischievous look on his face gave away his plan, and I clawed at his arm, trying to free myself.
He lifted me so I was in his arms bridal style and walked over to the water.
“No! Please! No!” My voice came out in a high-pitched shriek, but it was no use. He swung me in his arms and tossed me in the water.
It wasn’t as cold as I was expecting, but the chill still shocked my system when I hit the surface. I held my breath as I sank into the cool, clear water.
A few seconds later, I emerged from the water, hair soaked and swirling around my face. “That was dirty!” I yelled at Mikey.
As if throwing me into the swimming hole wasn’t bad enough, I heard his cheer as he swung from the tree, cannonballing into the water and splashing me in the process.
When he popped up again, his hair clung to his forehead, almost covering his eyebrows.
I swam toward him, closing the distance between us. My arm reached out, brushing the hair out of his face then running the back of my hand along the stubble on his jawline and my thumb through his mustache. His hand closed over mine, warmth radiating through my body.
“That wasn’t fair, you know,” I teased, my voice barely a whisper.
“I know.” He tucked a wet strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he murmured before he leaned in, lips gently skimming mine.
I kissed him back, our mouths melding together in a hot, frenzied kiss. His hands gripped my waist and he pulled me even closer to him. I wrapped my legs around his middle, his length hardening.
I took a breath, and Mikey inched his tongue in, licking my teeth and catching me off guard. His laugh rumbled against my mouth, and I felt him smile. Knotting his hair in my hands, I let him deepen the kiss, our tongues tangling together.
He broke the kiss, lips traveling down my jaw and neck to my collarbone before reaching the swell of my breasts.
With one hand on the small of my back, he used the other one to slide the straps of my bikini off my shoulders, baring my breasts and hardening nipples.
His mouth latched onto one, teeth grazing the sensitive peak, and I gasped, jolts of pleasure traveling down between my legs.
I ground my hips against him, his cock rock solid beneath me.
“Fuck, Juniper,” he moaned. “You drive me insane, you know that?”
With my legs still wrapped around him, he brought us over to a grassy area on the bank.
Water droplets clung to our bodies, but the sun quickly warmed my skin.
The only thing keeping my bikini top on was the loose bow I’d tied in the back, and Mikey took the liberty in completely removing it as he crawled atop me.
He skimmed the fabric between my legs, teasing me slowly before his fingers hooked inside the tiny strings of my swimsuit bottoms. He pulled them down my legs, baring me to him.
After brushing his mustache out of the way, he lowered himself down, licking a broad stroke up my center, eyes trained on mine the whole time.
Slowly sliding a finger inside me, he rubbed my clit with his thumb.
My hips bucked with the pressure, and he added another finger, pumping his digits to create an intense pleasure coursing through me.
“You taste like trouble, Peach.” He moaned, the vibration on my clit sending my head reeling.
Fire pooled low in my abdomen, and I bit out a quick, “Please don’t stop.” My toes curled, heat building throughout my body as I climbed toward my orgasm.
When I came down from my high, he withdrew his fingers, sucking my release from them.
“Stand up,” I ordered.
He raised his brows but did as I asked, standing as I knelt before him. My hands found his waistband, and I tugged down his shorts, his bulging cock springing free. Precum glistened on the tip, and I wet my lips.
I gripped the base, wrapping my hand around to stroke it a few times before I licked a long line up the shaft, swirling my tongue around the head. Mikey moaned, urging me to take his cock in my mouth.
At first, I thought the size was too big, too wide, but I adjusted, using both my hands in tandem with my mouth to enhance the sensation. My head bobbed up and down, drool rolling down the sides of his length, creating more lubricant for my hands.
Looking up at him and batting my lashes, I forced his cock deeper, until the tip hit the back of my throat.
“Juniper,” he rasped, his hands fisting my hair, tugging on the strands.
One pushed my head forward, and I grabbed his hips as he bucked them against my face, not wanting to gag. I fondled his balls as he fucked my face, pleasure painting his features as he threw his head back.
“God, I’ve been imagining this for weeks, Juniper. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”
I pulled him out of my mouth, spit dripping off the tip of his cock and down the side of my lips. “Oh, yeah?”
“This is so much better,” he panted as I went down on him again, hollowing out my cheeks and moving my tongue as quickly as my mouth.
I moaned around him as his breathing caught in his throat. His cock twitched in my mouth, throbbing between my lips. I wanted him to fall apart, to be at my mercy.
“Juniper, Juniper,” he panted. “I’m going to come.”
I moved faster then, flicking my tongue against the tip, moaning and slurping around him. Hot, sticky cum flooded my mouth, and I took his length in my fist. He pulled his cock from my lips, his release dripping from the tip down my chin as I swallowed what was left.
Mikey tugged on my hair with one hand, while the other replaced mine on his cock.
“Open your mouth,” he instructed.
I did, sticking out my tongue, and he jerked his cock until the rest of his cum spilled over my lips, down my throat.
I stood, looking him in the eyes and drawing my lip between my teeth.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he whispered as he wiped his cum off my lips before kissing me.
When he pulled back, I shot him a cocky grin. “I know.”