Chapter 32 – Luke #2
Standing, I shake out the blanket and fold it before handing it to Eden, who puts it back in her bag.
The minute she’s done, I grab her hand again.
I don’t want to give up a chance to touch her.
With a subtle pull, Eden directs us toward the barn instead of the house.
I don’t fight her. I’m not sure what she’s thinking, but she’s never been one to keep me waiting. Eden’s not about playing games.
With the porchlights off, the barn is even darker than the fields outside. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but they do, and I can make out Eden’s features. Her face is tilted up toward mine, her pretty lips parted slightly.
Maybe it’s an invitation. Maybe it’s just Eden looking at me in the dark.
Either way, I’m done resisting. I grab her face and kiss her.
Her lips move hungrily against mine, her body pressing hard against mine like she’s been waiting all day for this.
Our tongues tangle, and I’m not capable of finesse right now. My wildflower tastes too fucking sweet.
Before I can get my fill of her, Eden fists my shirt and yanks me back into an empty stall. She gently guides me to lean against the wall, then she sinks down to her knees.
Fuck.
She looks up at me through her lashes, hunger blazing from her eyes.
Her tongue peeks out to wet her lips, and my cock twitches at the sight.
Eden is a goddamn vision on her knees, and if she stopped right now without touching me again, I wouldn’t even mind.
As long as I can carry the image of her like this, I’ll be happy.
Then she unbuckles my belt and I change my mind. If she stops right now, I’ll be ruined. I’ll spend the rest of my life craving her tongue and lips. I’ll lose my goddamn mind.
A branch creaks outside, and I’m startled back to reality.
The door to the barn isn’t locked, and we might be in a stall, but anyone could walk in.
As much as I’d love to see Eden’s lips wrapped around my cock, it’s not worth her being embarrassed.
Not to mention, I’m liable to have a shotgun shoved straight in my face.
“Wait,” I hiss through my teeth. “Someone might come out here. They might see us—”
“I don’t care,” Eden says. She nuzzles her cheek against the bulge in my pants, like she’s so desperate for my cock she can’t even wait. “I want this, Luke. I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks. Please.”
I groan, my head falling back against the wall.
I can’t remember a woman ever being so eager to put her mouth on me.
Considering I mostly enjoy short term arrangements, my partners tend to be more focused on their own pleasure than mine, which is mostly fine by me.
Her naked enthusiasm makes my cock ache.
When I nod, she eagerly undoes my jeans with clumsy fingers.
She reaches inside my boxers to take out my cock, and her hand wrapped around me feels like fucking heaven.
My eyes are glued to her face as she makes a few explorative strokes.
She looks at my cock, watching it with fascination as it twitches under her touch. I groan.
“You like seeing how much you affect me, wildflower?”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Yes.”
Fuck.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
She leans forward, licking my tip with careful, exploratory strokes.
She hums, seeming to like how I taste. When she flattens her tongue and licks me from root to tip, I have to stop myself from threading my hands through her hair.
I don’t want to be her Dom for this. I want her to have total freedom to explore just the way she wants.
My hands clench into fists and I force them back against the rough wooden wall.
“God, that’s perfect,” I mutter. “Do that again.”
Eden sets one hand on my thigh while she fists my shaft with the other. She licks my whole length again, then peppers soft kisses along it. When she finally closes her lips around my tip, I want to roar with pleasure. She flicks her tongue experimentally, testing my reactions.
“Is that okay?” she asks. “I’ve never done this before. I know it’s not perfect. It might not even be good—”
“Hey.” I push a piece of her hair back behind her ear. “Don’t be embarrassed. What you’re doing feels damn good.”
She glances up at me, her eyes bright. She slowly slides her mouth down a little, then back up.
She moves a little too quickly at first, head bobbing too quickly to take me deep, but as I stroke her cheek in slow movements she seems to get the message.
She matches my rhythm, taking more of my cock each time.
When she’s about halfway down, she pulls off.
“I don’t know if I can fit any more,” she whispers.
“I’ll take whatever you can give me.” I shoot her a shaky smile. “I’m happy with that.”
She frowns. “But I want to more of you. Please, Luke.”
How is this woman still single, and how was I lucky enough to find her?
“Try to relax your tongue,” I suggest. “Breathe through your nose and take your time. I just want to feel you swallow me, even if you can’t take it all.”
Her brow furrows, and I realize too late that I’ve basically issued a challenge.
She wraps her lips around me again and slowly pushes her head down.
Her mouth tightens around me as she swallows, carefully breathing through her nose.
She takes half of me easily, then pushes further.
Her mouth is so fucking hot and wet, I have to grit my teeth to keep from moaning.
She gags when she pushes herself too hard, and I drag my hips back away from her.
“You don’t have to—”
She ignores me, plunging back down and taking me deep.
“Christ, Eden—” My palm cracks against the stall wall, grabbing for something that isn’t her hair.
“That’s it. Just like that. You take me so fucking well.
” I can’t breathe. I’m so overwhelmed by how damn greedy she is for me.
Heated pleasure blasts through my veins, and my orgasm spirals up so fast I can barely speak.
“Fuck, Eden. I’m about to come.”
I wait for her to pull away so I can finish. She surprises me by dipping her head even lower, grabbing my hips.
Holy shit.
Knowing that she wants to take me like this pushes me over the edge. Curses mix with her name as I finish down her throat. I come so hard my vision goes blurry, and Eden swallows every fucking drop.
When I’m finished, she pulls away and licks her lips.
“Come here.” I haul her up off her knees and into my chest, brushing straw from her skin.
“You have no idea what you just did to me,” I murmur.
“Nobody’s ever made me come like that. Nobody.
” Then her hands are in my hair and she’s kissing me, her tongue hungrily tracing mine and her body soft and pliant against me.
She moans against my mouth, and I know I’m about to let this go too far.
We’ve danced well over the line, but I’m not sure I care.
Maybe I can be the man who takes Eden’s virginity. I might not deserve it, but as long as I keep her and care for her after, maybe that’s enough.
Then the porch lights snaps on. Shit. Someone’s awake.
I quickly yank my jeans back up and button them, while Eden wipes her mouth with her hand. Wade’s voice carries to us from the house—far enough that I know he didn’t see us, but way too close for comfort.
“It’s late, lovebirds. Get inside!” he yells.
Eden scowls and stomps over toward the barn entrance. As she opens the door, I hear her mutter, “My brothers are the worst clam jams in existence.”