Chapter 25
Carly
Fireworks and kissing felt like a bad cliché from a reality dating show and yet, Carly had to admit that making out against
the booming backdrop of explosions was weirdly romantic. Maybe it was the imminent threat of gunpowder and fire that made
her claw him closer. But either way, her body burned for him. She couldn’t stop kissing him, not even if she’d tried.
His bright red hair had turned her into some kind of raging bull, crashing into him over and over again. She would never be
satisfied. They’d ventured away from the dance floor and were pressed against the side of a barn just behind it, alone and
uninterrupted. He surrounded and pressed her into the wood siding until she arched herself into him like a cat. But he pushed
back, too. The thing about wood siding, though . . .
“My back,” Carly said, pushing herself away from the barn. Very close to them was a decorative row of hay, and even a saddle
for a horse stacked on top of a hay bale. Adam picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, like that was something
she did on a routine basis.
“Oh my God, wait, don’t hurt your back!” she said through a laugh.
“Have you noticed that you’re half my height?” Adam said.
She was not. But he kissed her to stop the conversation and carry on with what they were doing, she supposed.
And Carly kissed him back as he safely landed her on top of one of the hay bales.
The sleeve of her dress fell, or he pushed it off, but either way his mouth found its way to her shoulder, where he nipped as he pushed the hem of her dress up past her knees.
“Adam,” she said and looked around to see if anyone else was nearby.
“We’re alone,” he said. “No one will know we’re back here. They’re all watching the fireworks, and I’d like to make you explode.”
Carly’s mouth fell open and she stifled a laugh. “Adam!” she squealed in surprise. And then his head dipped under her dress,
his mouth hovered over her panties and he blew out a cool breath against her. “Adam,” and now his name came out like she was
tipsy, only it wasn’t the champagne making her weak.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of you saying my name.” His voice was muffled by the fabric. His big hand came up to her
hip and he guided her to lie back into the hay.
“And I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of this view.” She ran her fingers through his red hair and he looked up, a little grin
creasing his lips. How had she hated this man for so long? She recalled, at one point, wishing she could watch him walk to
the perimeter just so she could see him be swallowed up.
But now Adam was here, and as his nails scratched up her thigh and he lowered his mouth to her, she was just grateful to be
with him.
He was about to devour her, but she pulled his head up. “Wait. I want to try something.” She pointed to the saddle on top
of the hay bale just next to them. “Can you sit on that? And I’ll . . . sit on you?”
He gave her a side smile. “Happy to get a riding lesson.”
She was on fire. As soon as he swung a leg over the leather, she wasted no time climbing into his lap.
While she loved being eaten out, she’d found that dry humping was underrated.
Carly settled herself on top of Adam, wrapped her arms behind his neck and brought her mouth to his.
They kissed slow and deep, and she began to rock her hips toward him.
She brought her body up the length of him, then slid down, treating her clit to enough friction to send little shivers through her.
And Adam took the opportunity to cup her breast in his hand and bite her nipple through the fabric.
She didn’t want anything in the way of his lips, though.
So she shrugged herself out of the top of the dress, leaving her breasts exposed to the cool night air.
Her nipples hardened and he moaned as he brought one to his mouth and sucked her in deeply.
Carly’s head fell back as she ground into Adam and he continued to bite and flick her with his tongue. Her body tensed and
she knew she was building to something.
“You’re close,” he said as he twisted her nipple between his fingers. “I can feel it.”
“I want to feel you come, too,” she said.
Adam’s pupils went almost black as she unzipped his pants, took out his cock and pushed her panties aside as she slid him
in. He pushed and she tightened for him. “You did that for me, didn’t you?” He grunted as he thrust up and into her deepest
spot.
“And you did that for me,” she said, grinding herself on top. She kept her gaze fixed on him and something about that sent
him to a new edge. Adam’s hand found her lower back and he met her thrusts with his own. He was locked on to her as he said,
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
Her body unlocked for him as pleasure began to pour out. Adam’s body tensed as his thrusts slowed, until they were both completely
spent.
“You realize we just had a true roll in the hay.” She was breathless but couldn’t help the observation.
“I’m sure we’re not the only ones who got lucky tonight.” Adam leaned back into his palms, his forehead glistened with sweat
and his lips parted. The man was so beautiful. He studied the stars, and believed in Carly and really loved making her come, and on top of all of that, he had hair the color of lava.
The inky black night had turned gray from the fireworks. How long had they been out there?
“We’re probably about to reset, huh?” Carly asked. She wanted to stay in this place, feeling his lips and the burn of his
stubble against her cheeks.
“Yeah,” Adam said as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I’ll see you soon.” As he pressed his lips to hers, she
felt the familiar tingle in her arms and the world went black.