Chapter Twenty-Seven
Everett
“Mila, wait!” I take off after her, stopping only to make sure the barn’s double doors are secure so the goats don’t escape.
How did I screw that up so completely?
One second, she was on my lap, driving me crazy with her tits in my face and her ass on my crotch and her voice saying dirty things in my ear, and the next, she was standing there yelling at me. I catch up with her before she reaches the road and grab her by the arm. “Hey!”
“Let me go!” she yells. “This is obviously not meant to happen.”
“Mila, I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were asking for. I feel protective of you. I always have.”
“Stop it!” She glares at me, the fire in her eyes matching the intensity of that red hair, which is burnished by the sun.
“Don’t you dare treat me like a child, or like you know what’s best for me.
I realize I’m the emotional equivalent of a junk drawer, but I’m not a baby, I’m not drunk, and believe it or not, I wasn’t saying those things to please you, Everett.
I said them for me! And I ended up humiliating myself again.
” She tries to shake off my grip. “Now let go of me!”
“No.”
We stare each other down in what feels like a face-off, center ice.
Tightening my grip on her forearm, I drag her back toward the barn. But rather than go inside, I haul her around the back, where we’ll be hidden by the trees. I pin her against the wall, my chest to her back. Instinctively, she braces her hands on the wood just above her shoulders.
“What are you doing?” she asks, fighting for breath. Her cheek is pressed against a plank of white pine.
“I’m showing you my rough edges.” I wrap my left hand lightly around her throat and place my right on her stomach, over her tank. Her sweatshirt got dropped somewhere between the road and here. “Want me to stop?”
“I don’t know. You’re confusing me.” She doesn’t make a move to get away, but her breaths are short and shallow. I wonder if her heart is racing as fast as mine.
“I know. It’s so fucking unfair.” I stick my boot between her sneakers and kick her feet apart. My cock is fully hard, bulging against the zipper of my jeans. “The truth is, Mila, I want it both ways with you.”
“Huh?”
I slide my hand down her stomach, between her legs, stroking her through the soft cotton of her yoga pants.
“I want to be the good guy, the one you can trust not to take advantage of you, but also the guy who fucks you up against a wall. I want to respect you and ruin you at the same time.” I speak low in her ear, my voice gritty with desire. “It’s a problem.”
“Or not,” she whispers.
I take it as permission.
My hand slips down the front of her pants, inside her underwear, and I’m delighted to discover she’s already wet. Dipping my fingertip inside her, I rub the silky warmth over her clit. Light and gentle. Sensual little circles. “I don’t think you understand the things I want to do to you.”
She writhes above my hand. “Tell me.”
“I want to make you come right here, right now, just like this. I want you to make a mess all over my hand. I want to hear you moan. Curse. Say my name.”
She struggles for words, either because what I said was too much or because my hand between her legs is causing her brain to short-circuit.
“Are you going to give me what I want, or should I put the brakes on again? It’s up to you.”
She squirms. “Someone might see.”
“So tell me to stop.” I rub her a little harder, a little faster.
“Oh God. Everett.”
“Tell me you don’t want this.” I plunge my fingers inside her again, gratified by the way she rides my hand.
“It’s been. So long. I can’t— I can’t,” she pants, her words coming in raspy, broken fragments as her body grows tense.
Using the hand on her throat, I pull her back from the wall and hold her tightly against my body. Put my lips at her ear. “Say no, Mila. Say it now, or I’m going to make you come.”
“I’m so bad at no,” she whimpers.
“Then say yes.”
“Yes.”
The word is like a match to kindling. “Listen to me.” I move my fingers firmly over her soft, swollen clit. “You’re going to do what I say. You’re going to give me this thing you’ve never given anyone else. You’re going to come exactly when I tell you to. Okay?”
Her only reply is a helpless moan.
“That’s it, gorgeous. You’re almost there.
” Taking my hand off her throat, I move it down her chest until it covers one breast. “Did you take that sweatshirt off just to tease me?” I play with her perky little nipple, pinching it through the thin material of her tank.
“Did you know how badly I’d want to get my mouth on your tits? ”
She arches her back, pushing her ass back against my erection, which strains against my jeans like it might bust the seams. I work my fingers harder and faster, feeling her grow more aroused with every second.
I growl with frustration. “God, you’re so wet.
I’d give anything to fuck you right now. My cock is so hard it hurts.”
“Do it. Fuck me.”
A sinister laugh rumbles through my chest. “You’re not giving the orders here, sweetheart. I am.” Sensing that she’s on the verge, I keep the pressure and rhythm steady. “You’re close. I feel it. Five seconds close.”
“Yes.” She gasps for air. Throws her hands around the back of my neck.
“Four.”
“Oh God—Everett.”
I take it up a notch. “Three.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” She rocks her hips frantically against my hand.
“Two.”
“Yes— Yes—”
“One.”
She cries out as the climax hits her, her legs buckling, her body bowing forward. I wrap an arm around her rib cage to keep her upright and feel the pulse of her orgasm against my soaked fingers. It’s so hot, I nearly come in my pants.
She recovers, falling forward, palms and cheek flat on the barn wall. Her breathing is quick and heavy. “Oh my God. What just happened?”
I brace my left hand above hers on the wood and bury my face in her sweet-smelling hair. For a moment, I leave my other hand where it is, curved around her soft, swollen pussy. “You got what you asked for. Did you like it?”
“Yes. I just can’t believe I did that outside.
In broad daylight.” She laughs weakly. “This is definitely the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done, and I once wore a sexy nun outfit for a guy who had a Catholic fetish.
He made me stand him in the corner and spank him with a ruler.
Tell him over and over again how he’d sinned. ”
“I sincerely hope this was a hotter experience for you.”
“It was. No question.”
I bite her shoulder lightly and remove my hand from her pants. “But do you still have the outfit?”
“No.” Laughing, she turns to face me, putting her back against the wall. When she looks up, her face is flushed, her expression slightly curious. “So what now?”
I put my other hand against the wall, closing her in between my arms. “Now, my little fireball, I have to go clean up after the goats, because they probably made a mess on the yoga floor.”
Her smile turns coy as her hand reaches out to stroke me through my jeans. “But what about this?”
I allow myself to enjoy the pleasure of her touch for a moment, even though it shoots bolts of lust through me that won’t find any place to land just now. “That will have to wait for another day.”
“Another day?” Her eyebrows hike up toward her hairline. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
“I’m not concerned about justice, Mila. I just wanted to make you feel good.”
“You did. But I want to return the—”
I cut her off with a kiss. “This wasn’t a favor. This isn’t transactional. You don’t owe me anything, you don’t have to repay me, you don’t have to do anything except go to sleep tonight with a smile on your face. That’s all I want.”
Her lips fall open, and she blinks. Then she launches herself at me, throwing her arms around my neck. Laughing, I recover my balance and twine my arms around her back. Lift her off her feet and hold her close.
“You’re so good to me,” she says, her voice muffled in my neck.
“You make it easy.” I give her a squeeze and set her on her feet. “But I should probably let you go home.”
“What time is it?” She pats her hips, but her pants don’t have pockets. “I lost my phone. I think it’s in my hoodie.”
I take my phone from my back pocket. “It’s almost six.”
Her face blanches. “Shit. I’ve been gone for almost two hours. But I don’t want to leave yet.”
“Because you like the baby goats?” I tease.
“Because I like you.” Her hands move up my chest. “I want… things.”
“What kind of things?”
She puts a palm over my dick again and whispers in my ear. “I want to make you come. I want to know the sounds you make. I want the weight of you on my body. I want the taste of you in my mouth.”
It takes all my strength not to throw her over my shoulder, carry her off to my cabin, and make her mine for the night.
After we retrieve her sweatshirt from the barn, Mila checks her phone and realizes she missed a call from her mom. As we hurry back to the parking lot, she calls her back, texts her, calls her again. No answer or reply.
I feel fucking terrible. “I’m sorry, Mila. I shouldn’t have kept you here so long.”
“I’m sure she’s fine,” Mila chirps with false confidence, picking up her already frantic walking pace. “She’s probably just being passive-aggressive—letting me know she’s not happy I was gone this afternoon.”
Just as we reach her car, her ringtone sounds.
“It’s my aunt.” Mila accepts the call. “Hello?”
I wait while she listens, hoping everything’s okay. But within seconds, her face drains of color, and I know something has gone very, very wrong.