Chapter 18
eighteen
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SIENNA
I nodded fast, biting down on my bottom lip. My heart was hammering. The kitchen window was wide open. If anyone walked outside…
Brock didn't care. He kept working his fingers inside me, hitting that spot that made my hips buck every time. The wet sounds grew louder, a filthy noise in the quiet. I couldn't stop myself from pushing back against his hand.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he muttered against my neck, stubble scraping my skin. “Been thinking about this since I saw you in that dress.”
I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in, trying so hard not to moan. “We’re gonna get caught.”
“Not if you stay quiet like I told you.”
He curled his fingers again, pressing right where I needed it, and my knees went weak. I had to lean back against the post, breathing hard. The rough wood dug into my spine.
He kept me right on the edge, thighs shaking, until I was panting and desperate. Then he pulled his fingers out.
I whimpered at how empty I suddenly felt.
Before I could say anything, he grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper into the barn. The hay smell got stronger. He took me to the last empty stall and bent me over the top rail, guiding my hands to the wood.
“Hold on,” he said, voice low behind me. His hat dropped into the hay.
He didn’t bother taking my underwear off. Just hooked the soaked lace to the side with his fingers. His belt clinked and his zipper rasped down, followed by the crinkle of a foil wrapper. Then the thick head of his cock nudged against me.
His calloused hand gripped my hip as he started to push in. I held onto the rail tight, the wood biting into my palms.
He felt huge like this, stretching me open slow and deep. My mouth fell open on a silent cry. My eyes slipped shut at the burning, perfect fullness.
“Fuck, Sienna,” he groaned. “So goddamn tight… you’re already fucking drenched for me.”
He stayed buried to the hilt for a second, letting me adjust while my legs trembled. The rough wood dug into my belly, while he radiated warm heat against me. Then he started moving—heavy, rolling thrusts that dragged over every sensitive spot inside me.
I bit down on my forearm to muffle the moans trying to break free. Every thrust shoved me forward against the rail. His hand moved from my hip and covered mine on the wood, fingers lacing through. That small, gentle touch made my heart kick even harder as he drove into me.
I was so wet it was coating my thighs. The sound of his hips slapping against my skin filled the barn, mixed with the faint creak of the old wood.
Brock leaned over me, lips brushing my ear. “That’s it… push that pretty ass back on me.”
The steep angle left me at his mercy. Every thrust jolted through my whole body. A loud moan ripped out of me before I could stop it.
His hand shot up and clamped over my mouth.
“Shh,” he rasped against my ear. “I’ve got you. Take my cock and stay quiet for me. You’re doing so good.”
His lips dragged from my ear down to the curve of my shoulder—hot, open-mouthed, stubble scraping. My spine locked up.
I moaned against his rough palm, the sound smothered. Being pinned like this—bent over, silenced by his hand while he fucked me from behind—made my head spin.
I pushed back against him harder. He kept that deep, grinding rhythm, rubbing against all the right nerves with every stroke. My thighs started to shake.
Then his free hand slid between my legs. His rough fingers found my clit and rubbed in time with his thrusts.
My eyes rolled back. I screamed against his palm, body clenching and pulsing around him in waves.
Brock groaned low against my neck. “That’s it, darlin’. Make all the noise you want, I’ll keep you quiet.”
I clamped down around him, shaking, my mouth open against his palm. He kept moving through my orgasm, steady and deep, dragging it out.
“Fuck, Sienna, you’re squeezing me so tight.”
I was still trembling around him when his pace changed—harder, rougher, almost desperate. I pushed back against him with everything I had. The wooden rail groaned under my grip.
“Shit,” he rasped against my ear, voice strained. “I’m not gonna last. You feel too fuckin’ good.”
His breaths grew ragged. A heavy groan slipped out, and he buried his face in my neck to muffle the sound, hips snapping forward fast and frantic.
I loved it—the way he was fighting so hard to stay quiet and losing. It turned me on even more. I clenched around him on purpose and pushed back harder, forcing another broken sound from his throat.
“You’re getting loud too, Brock. I love hearing you like this.”
He growled, and his hand tightened on my hip, fingers digging in painfully.
He drove into me one last time and stayed there, buried deep. His whole body went rigid against my back as he came, pulsing hard inside the condom. A shaky, muffled groan tore out of him against my neck.
Even after he finished, his hips jerked a few more times like he couldn’t stop.
We stayed locked together, both of us panting. My legs were trembling so badly I didn’t trust them to hold me.
His heart hammered wildly against my back. He finally let out a long, ragged breath and pressed a messy, open-mouthed kiss to my shoulder.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, voice hoarse.
If he hadn’t been holding me up against the rail, my legs would’ve given out completely. For a long moment, the only sounds were our heavy breathing and the distant crickets outside.
Brock stayed pressed against my back for a few more seconds, then slowly pulled out of me. I whimpered softly at the loss, cool night air hitting my soaked skin.
He stepped back just enough to deal with the condom and tug his jeans back up. I stayed leaning heavily on the wooden rail and reached down to put my underwear back into place. I tugged my sundress down over my hips with trembling hands, hoping I looked at least somewhat normal.
When Brock turned back around, he looked mostly put together, except for the way his chest was still heaving. He bent down, scooped his hat from the hay, and dusted it off before settling it back on his head.
He stepped close, wrapping an arm around my waist to steady me.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
I nodded, still catching my breath. “That was the stupidest thing we’ve done yet.”
“Stupid or not, I’d do it again. Right now, if my shoulder wasn’t shot.” He looked at me in the dim barn light, then brushed his thumb across my swollen bottom lip. “Wore that yellow dress to dinner. You knew exactly what you were doin’.”
“I forgive you for dinner,” I said. “But barely.”
Brock let out a low, chest-deep laugh. He turned his head and pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head. “Good. ’Cause I’m doing it again tomorrow.”
I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my mouth. “So the yellow sundress is your weakness. Good to know.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t go using that against me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I smiled sweetly.
He didn’t look convinced. “Go on and head back first. I’ll wait a minute. Don’t need anyone coming out here wondering where we both disappeared to.”
“Right.” I smoothed my dress one more time. “Fresh air. Long walk.”
“Atta girl.”
I shook my head, fighting a laugh. I ran my hands over my hair, took a deep breath, and stepped away from the rail. I could feel the deep ache between my legs with every step toward the house.
I checked my reflection in the dark glass of Colt’s truck window as I passed. Flushed cheeks, bright eyes, swollen lips. I looked exactly like a woman who had just been thoroughly fucked.
I walked up the porch steps, opened the screen door, and stepped into the kitchen. The house smelled like roasted chicken and coffee. From the living room, the low drone of a television narrator murmured something about UFO sightings.
I walked to the sink, poured myself a glass of cold water, and drank the entire thing in one go.
I was playing with fire. Avery’s voice echoed in the back of my head. Just don’t actually screw him.
I let out a quiet laugh, shaking my head. That ship had sailed, sunk, and been thoroughly plundered. And the worst part was that I didn’t regret it. Not even a little.
As long as we kept it quiet, it would be fine. I just had to make sure the agency didn’t find out.