Chapter 7
“Here? Now?”
I’ve never been on a roller coaster before, but this has to be what it feels like—the ups and downs and swirling in my stomach. I knew she remembered, but her saying it aloud did something to my brain. And now she wants to make up for it by fucking me?
I’m not sure what’s happening right now, but…
I know I want her again. Even if it is just once, I can do this. We’ve already had sex, so even if I don’t know her, I know she’ll take care of me. My body is ready to dive in headfirst, even if my heart and brain are slower to agree.
Addison’s calloused fingers tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and trace a line down my jaw. “Yeah. Here. Now.”
“But what if someone sees us?” I’d be mortified.
Addison’s chuckle makes my skin break out in goose bumps.
“Just a kiss, sunshine. I’m not going to finger you behind a bar.
If I only get one night, I plan on laying you out properly so I can take my time, and you don’t have to hide those pretty noises you make.
Unless…” She leans in to whisper in my ear.
“Is your pussy wet? Are you too worked up to make it back to the ranch? Because I can work my fingers over your pretty little clit and give you an orgasm if you need me to.”
God, how did I forget what a dirty mouth she has? Her words send a wave of need down through my spine, and if I weren’t so terrified of being caught, I think I would let her touch me right now.
“I-I can wait. I want to take our time, too. Yes, you… you can kiss me.”
I expect her to dive in with a clash of tongues and teeth, but she surprises me by slowly lowering her lips to mine.
Her hand cups the back of my head as our lips meet slowly, savoring.
Even though we’ve kissed before, it feels like the first time.
Her tongue swipes along my lower lip, deepening.
She tastes like whiskey and orange, and even though I don’t usually drink alcohol, I want to savor the flavor of her.
A loud cheer from inside has us pulling away from each other.
“You taking me to your place tonight?” she whispers, her voice gruff with desire.
I’m at a loss for words, so I just nod.
“Good. Let’s see if the others are ready to head out. You can say goodbye to your friends, and then you’re mine for the rest of the night.” She gives me a final kiss on the lips, then leads the way inside, holding the back door open for me.
I swear I feel everyone’s eyes on us as I head toward the table I was at with Shiloh, Cillian, and Clayton. I know Shiloh knows something because her eyebrows are practically in her hairline.
“I think I’m heading out,” I say. “Long week next week. Need my beauty rest.”
Clayton and Shiloh share a look, and Cillian’s eyes narrow.
“Mhm,” Shiloah says. “Sure. Are you sure you’re leaving to go to sleep and not to—oh, I don’t know—fuck the hot blonde barrel racer who’s looking at you like she’s ready to eat you alive right here on the table?”
“Shush. What I do when I’m home is none of your business.”
“Let me know how it goes. I expect at least a text tomorrow.” Shiloh stands and wraps me in a hug. “Don’t let your fear keep you from enjoying whatever happens.”
Sometimes it’s a curse that she knows me so well. “I won’t.”
Clayton stands and hugs me, too, but Cillian isn’t much of a hugger, so he fist bumps me.
Addison appears next to me and nudges me with her elbow. “They’re all waiting for us in the truck. You ready?”
“Yep. Bye, y’all.”
We don’t speak as we walk out to Briggs’s truck, but Addison’s hand keeps brushing mine, and I think it’s on purpose.
When we get ourselves buckled, the darkness of the truck must make Addison feel bold because her hand settles on my upper thigh, inches from where I’m aching for her. I cover my surprised gasp with a cough.
“You good, Juni?” Oakley asks from the front, peering over her shoulder.
“Totally fine.”
But I’ll be even better when we get home.
The ride was less than fifteen minutes, but Addison’s thumb making slow, tantalizing circles on my thigh made it feel like forever.
Even over the fabric of my dress, the heat of her palm seared my skin.
Every bump and curve in the dirt road had our thighs pressing together more.
Her dirty promises from the bar were on a loop in my mind, and I swear I might’ve left a wet patch on the seat.
Briggs parks in front of the main house to drop everyone off before his taillights disappear down the dirt road that leads to the bunkhouse. Addison doesn’t follow Oakley inside, so she pops her head out to ask what she was doing.
“I’m walking Juniper to her place to make sure she’s safe,” Addison says.
Oakley doesn’t seem to believe her, but that doesn’t appear to deter Addison.
Not long after, we’re standing in my tiny living room surrounded by thick silence. Can I really do one night with her again and pretend it never happened? I already have a crush on her. Am I setting myself up for a disastrous heartbreak?
Probably, but I can’t stop it now. I don’t want to stop.
Not when Addison’s looking at me like she wants to devour me whole.
Yes please.
I toe off my boots, and she does the same, prowling toward me like a panther ready to strike.
When she’s standing in front of me, she tips my chin up to look me in the eyes. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
No hesitation. I want her, and that’s the truth.
It’s the aftermath I’m afraid of.
“Are you?”
I need her to say it aloud to calm my nerves. I need to know I’m not alone in this overwhelming desire, that she’s not doing this out of pity. Does she ache for me the way I do her?
“I’m surer of this than I have been of anything in a long, long time. I tried to talk myself out of it because this may end up in flames, but I’ll burn happily knowing I’ve had the taste of you on my tongue.”
Oh my god.
The intensity in her eyes threatens to bowl me over, but as much as her words send a shiver up my spine, they also spike my anxiety.
“Why would this end up in flames?” I ask. “It’s just one night, right? We can be professional and chill after. No need for this to be anything more.”
A look I can’t name flashes across her face before she gives me a slight smirk. I’ve never seen her smile, and I can only imagine how it would affect me if the slightest uptilt of her lips has me pressing my thighs together.
“You’re right. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow, but for tonight, it’s just us. I’m going to take such good care of you, and I want you to be as loud as you want. I need to know I’m doing my job right.”
Why is my mouth dry?
“Okay.”
“Show me your bedroom, Juniper.”
“Can’t we just… do it on the couch?” I’m not sure my room is hook-up ready. I wasn’t expecting this, and I didn’t have time to hide the things that might put her off.
“No, sunshine. I need room to eat. And if I only get one night, you’d better believe I’m making the most of it.”
Fuck.
With a deep inhale, I lead her to the dark brown barn doors to the right of the living room.
Her body is never more than a few inches from mine as I slide them open and reveal the sage green walls, a queen-sized bed with cream sheets and a flannel blanket, and a floral rug.
The space is simple; I usually only spend time in it when I’m sleeping.
The room on the opposite side of the living room is the one I spend the most hours in. The light in there is immaculate right as the sun sets.
My eyes immediately home in on the purple stuffed dog lying on my unmade bed. I don’t have a matching bed set because the top sheets get too tangled for my liking, and I sleep with the homemade quilts Mama makes. I never make my bed. What’s the point? I always get in and mess it up anyway.
Now I wish that were a habit I had created.
Addison is still standing behind me, and my pulse races. Does she think my room is silly? Is she turned off that a grown woman has a stuffed animal that’s clearly meant for a child? What if she—
One gentle hand wraps around my waist while the other slides my hair over to one shoulder.
Addison leans forward and gently whispers against my cheek, “I can feel you overthinking. Don’t.
I want to be here. I want you. Whatever it is you’re worrying about, I assure you I’m not even thinking about it.
All that’s on my mind is getting you out of this dress. ”
I wish it were that easy to just… not overthink things, but it’s not. Though her assurances help. I take a deep breath, willing my body to relax and be in this moment. The only time I’ll get to have this goddess of a woman again. I don’t want to waste our time together stressing.
Mustering every ounce of courage I have, I spin around and step back, shucking the dress over my head. As soon as it’s over my head, my breasts fall free, and I’m in nothing but a pale pink high-cut thong.
Addison’s gaze slowly travels from my eyes down, burning a slow path over every inch of exposed skin.
The slight parting of her lips as she steps closer to me has my nipples hardening into stiff peaks.
Slowly, like she’s waiting for me to pull away, she cups my right breast and runs a calloused thumb over my nipple, sending a shock of arousal straight to my clit.
I gasp, arching into her touch.
“Just as responsive as I remember,” she whispers reverently. Her hand slides down my waist, her touch scorching my skin. Her fingers toy with the lace of my thong, snapping it gently against my skin. “Take this off and lie on the bed.”
I’m quick to obey, bending at the waist and sliding the thong down my thighs until it sits on the floor.
I hear the clank of her belt buckle and the zip of her zipper as I climb onto my bed and sit facing Addison.
I get settled just in time to see her toss her shirt on the floor, followed quickly by her plain black bra.
This is so different from the first time we were together. Then, it was all desperate kisses and frenzied hands. Now, we have more time, and Addison seems intent on taking as much as she can.
I let out a sigh when she turns, and I catch sight of her gloriously naked form. Toned stomach, tan skin, and perky breasts with the rosiest nipples just begging to be sucked on. I think in a past life, Addison must have been an angel.
A grumpy angel, probably, but an angel, nonetheless.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathe out, finally looking her in the eyes again.
She doesn’t say anything as she crawls onto the bed, prompting me to lean back so she’s hovering over me, her honey gold hair a curtain around us. “Not half as beautiful as you.”
My face heats. I know my body’s changed some since the last time we were together, but the hungry look in her eye erases any fear I may have about her not liking it. She leans in and teases her mouth against mine, pressing her bare breasts against mine.
Why does it already feel like this if it’s only supposed to be for tonight?