My Kind Of Crazy #2
She licked her lips, her head tilting to the side as she took me in. “What’re you staring at?”
I moved toward her, the need to feel her soft curves in my hands too strong to deny any longer. “You’ve got chocolate on your mouth,” I said as I came to a stop before her.
She didn’t, but I’d use any excuse I could to touch her.
One of her hands drifted up toward her lips, but not before I grabbed her neck and dragged her to me, my lips finding hers.
The kiss wasn’t gentle or timid, but wild, hungry, and full of all the pent-up frustration and need I’d been keeping in.
Ollie’s hand slid around the back of my neck as she forced herself even closer to me, like she was trying to meld us together or something. Like she was just as addicted to me as I was to her.
Her touch was electric. It sent bolts of desire through me, spurring me onward. I pushed her back against the barn wall, deepening our kiss as we moved in perfect tandem. She met me stroke for stroke, touch for touch, and it drove me absolutely wild.
I broke the kiss, my breath shallow and fast as it escaped me.
Ollie’s arms snaked around my neck, a smirk toying on her lips. “You miss me, Big Daddy?”
Holy fuck. My cock jumped at the nickname. It did bad things to me, hearing it come out of that pretty little mouth of hers.
“Fuck yes, sugar,” I muttered, dipping my mouth to hers once more. “You’re all I can fuckin’ think about.”
“I’d fucking say.” She nipped my bottom lip, forcing a hiss from me as she brushed a hand over the front of my jeans, toying with my cock.
I hissed, shuttering beneath her touch. Fuck me. I wanted her. Needed her. Right now. Right fucking here. “Careful, sugar. You tease me too much more and I’m gonna blow a fuckin’ load in my jeans.”
She laughed, the sound husky, sultry as it floated on the air. “What if I want that?” Her hand made another pass over my cock.
“What?” I asked, stilling at her words.
She pulled her sunglasses off, tossing them to the ground a couple feet away, and pegged me with a devious grin. “I want your cock in my mouth. Now.”
I rocked back, a groan escaping me. She wanted to suck me off? Fuck, this girl really had been made for me, hadn’t she? Had I died and gone to my version of heaven? No. No this wasn’t heaven, because there was nothing angelic about Ollie.
She was all devil, but if I was going to hell, at least I’d have some sexy-ass company.
I didn’t care that I was supposed to help Dad and the guys with the cows. They could give me shit for this for the rest of my life. I didn’t care. I had about ten fucking minutes—fifteen tops before they got back.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I managed to get out before claiming her mouth with mine once more.
Our tongues tangled in a dance for dominance and I released my hold on her neck to grab her ass and haul her against me.
Both of her hands hungrily grabbed at my belt buckle.
With deft fingers, she undid it, going next for the button on my jeans and my zipper.
Holy fuck, she was actually doing this. My body thrummed with adrenaline and desire.
It sparked through my veins like streaks of dry lightning during a summer storm.
I watched in awe as she knelt before me, as her red manicured fingers tugged on my jeans to release my rock-hard cock.
“Funcle Cash? Are you out here?” Cason’s youthful voice was like being doused in an ice bath.
“Shit!” I hissed, meeting Ollie’s wide stare.
Damn it, I’d forgotten about the kid. He was so damn quiet sometimes. Quieter than a church mouse.
“Oh my God. Hurry!” she whisper-yelled, scrambling to stand up as I shimmied my pants over my hips and fumbled with my belt and zipper.
“There you are—hey, what are you doing? Is that Miss Ollie?”
I glanced over my shoulder, finishing up situating my belt buckle before finally turning to face him. “What’s up, bud?” I asked, hoping like hell he didn’t hear how breathless I sounded.
“Where’d everyone go? I came out of the barn and no one was here.” He glanced past me at Ollie, his head cocking to the side. “Why’re you on the ground, Miss Ollie?”
I adjusted so that I could see both her and Cason.
She let out a breathy, embarrassed laugh, before saying, “I, uh…I dropped my sunglasses.” Glancing at the ground, she snatched up the pair she’d discarded earlier.
“Oh, what do you know? There they are!” Placing them on her head once more, she let out another winded laugh.
He shrugged. “So, where’s Uncle Ryder and Uncle Mav?”
“They’re gettin’ some cows for us to practice with,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck as I tried to slow my pounding heart rate. I shared a silent look with Ollie. Her shoulders shook as she bit back laughter.
I blew out a breath that ended in a chuckle. I couldn’t believe Cason had almost caught me getting a blow job. Fuck, I was like a damn teenager. But this girl drove me wild. Feral.
“How come you aren’t out with them?” Cason asked me, his brow scrunching up in question.
“I was tackin’ up Playboy, and then I got distracted when Ollie needed help findin’ her glasses. I’m headin’ out now. Will you stay and keep her company?”
He nodded, an eager grin forming on his face. Ever the little helper.
Ollie patted my chest, and even though it was a completely innocent gesture, it’s like my desire was slow to get the memo that our little hookup wasn’t going to happen. Riding was going to fucking suck.
“Have fun with those blue balls, Big Daddy,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to my cheek before sauntering past me and wrapping an arm around Cason’s shoulder. “Come on, kid. You can help me tack up, Nesta.”
“What’re blue balls?” Cason asked innocently, his gaze going up to her.
I nearly choked on air.
Ollie’s cackle of laughter echoed off the side of the barn. “Don’t worry, you’ll find out when you’re older, kiddo.” She glanced back at me, a mischievous smirk toying on her lips before her and Cason disappeared around the front of the barn.
I blew out a breath, pulling off my cowboy hat and spearing a hand through my hair.
My cock throbbed and pulsed in my jeans.
Blue balls? I’d had blue balls all week.
After what we’d just done… I didn’t even know what to call it now.
But as I hoisted ny ass up in the saddle, as I made for the pasture my Dad and the guys had headed off toward, I knew right then and there I was fucked.
Fucked because Dad was right.
I was in love with Ollie.
“Well, you sure don’t look too happy for someone who just got fucked,” Ryder called out as I caught up to them.
“Yeah, well, that’s cuz everyone, even your damn kid, is a cockblock.”
Ryder’s head cocked to the side for a moment, before he let out a laugh, smacking his hand against his thigh. “Oh shit, I figured you remembered he was back there with y’all.”
“Well, I forgot,” I grumbled, cursing the hard-on that refused to subside in my damn jeans.
“Did he see anythin’?” Ryder’s voice held a hint of worry in it.
I waved him off. “No, he caught us before anythin’ really happened.” A few more minutes and it would’ve been a whole different story though.
“Serves you idiots right.” Dad laughed. “You gonna stop pussy-footin’ around and make things official?”
I scoffed. “You want her to run? She and I got a good, casual thing goin’ for us. I ain’t in no rush to change things up and drive her away.”
“Please tell me, at the very least, you’re gettin’ her somethin’ for Christmas,” Ryder said over the lowing of the cattle.
I grinned and offered a little shrug. “Oh, I did, for your information. It’s uh…home made.” I pulled my glasses down to wink at him.
I could see the cogs in his brain working as he tried to figure out what I meant. “Oh God, what is it?”
I splayed my hands wide and grinned. “Oh you know, just a…dick in a box.”
Ryder, Dad, and Mav all collectively groaned before Maverick called loudly, “So, you decided to go with somethin’ small this year, eh?”
Dad howled before being overrun with a coughing attack to the point I thought he might keel over and die. Ryder wiped at his eyes, trying and failing to bite back his laughter. Fucker was laughing so hard he was crying?
My mouth gaped open and closed like a damn fish out of water. No one would believe Mav was capable of being so damned funny…or fucking savage.
“I hope you got her more than just that,” Ryder laughed, still recovering from Maverick’s words.
“No fuckin’ shit,” I said stifling an eye roll. “I had a custom chaps made for her.” I had to go pick them up Monday before they closed or else I wouldn’t have them in time for Christmas.
The silence that overwhelmed me was palpable. Everyone’s eyes bored into me. And I don’t know if it was the sun shining down or the heat of their stares, but sweat coated my brow.
I’d never gotten a girl a present… Well, not since Dakota.
“You’re serious?” Maverick eyed me, his mouth once more set in its familiar scowl.
I waved them off. “Don’t make it a bigger deal than it is. It’s just a gift.”
“Yeah…which you don’t give,” Ryder added.
I shrugged. “It ain’t anythin, forget about it.”
“It’s somethin’ alright. She’s something,” Dad replied with a knowing look. And, fuck, was he right.
“Yeah,” I breathed, “yeah, she really is.”
And I was about to fuck everything up, wasn’t I?