Chapter 15 – Just a Date
Luke – 22 years old
A few days have passed since Hadley spent the night at mine.
I’ve decided today is the day I throw caution to the wind and ask her out. If I can get her to willingly come on a date with me, maybe I can get her to listen.
Even though she was pissed at me for bringing up or thinking about coming to work at Trevor’s farm again, if she declines a date with me today, I’ll wear her down while working with her.
My restraint has held so far, but there’s no telling how long I can hold out for, especially since the more I spend time with her, the more I want her.
Walking towards the main barn, I find her brushing Goldie’s mane. I watch from the barn doors as Hadley whispers away to the horse. The tight-fitted running leggings she is wearing hug her arse cheeks perfectly as she stretches to brush the top of Goldie’s head. I grow hard from just watching her.
“You’re staring,” she states while not looking at me.
Fuck. Caught in the act. Rubbing the back of my neck, I move to stand beside her. Gently rubbing up and down Goldie’s muzzle.
“What’s on your mind?” She turns to face me, her hair in a bun on top of her head and pink glasses perched on the end of her nose.
I move my hand off Goldie to push them back up her nose.
“Since when do you wear glasses?” I ask, liking how cute she looks in them.
Wrinkling her nose, she says the optician advised a year ago she start to wear them for watching tv, studying, and for work.
“They suit you; I like you in them.”
Blushing at my admission, she bumps her shoulder into mine. “So, what’s on your mind?”
I suck in a sharp breath. Here goes. “I want to take you on a date, I want to sit down and talk to you about the last six years, and I want fix it, us.” I let out a breath, my shoulders relaxing from the tension I’d been holding in . It’s her call now.
“Okay.”
My mind takes a moment to register what she said. “Okay, just like that? You’re not putting up a fight?” My hands are trembling, so I put them in my front pockets so she can’t see.
“Yeah, okay, date. Sounds nice.” She hasn’t looked at me the whole time, and I pull out one hand to grip her chin and gently turn her head to the side.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my brows furrowing.
Wrapping her hand around my wrist that’s holding her chin and with a look of sincerity, she says, “Yes, I want to.”
Before I can think about what she has said, she lets go of my wrist and grabs the front of my coat, pulling me into her, and her mouth crashes into mine. I stand frozen for a beat; she nips my lower lip, wanting access, and I give it. My body sings in triumph and tingles in delight. With one hand finding her lower back and the other finding her arse cheek, I scoop her up in one motion as my tongue invades her mouth. Her legs wrap around my waist as I move us to the work bench a few feet away.
We pant between kisses as she grinds against my stomach. Placing her down on the bench, I step back, and she whimpers. Smiling, I drop an arm on either side of her as I step between her legs.
Rubbing her finger across her swollen lower, lip she looks up at me. “As much as I want you, this time, I’m going to do it the right way,” I say, cupping her face.
She nods.
“After tonight, I won’t hold back, you’ll be mine and in my bed for sure.” Her chest rises and falls in quick succession as she grabs my neck, testing my words, and I step back, winking. “I might not ever let you leave my bed, Tigger, once I get you in it.”
I turn and walk out of the barn, hopeful that kiss won’t be the last.