Chapter 37
Wren
Isit at my mom’s desk, pen in hand, as I stare at the screen in front of me.
I’m supposed to be finalizing the event schedule for this fall, which will be the last fall of Hannah’s Haven as I prepare to open my event venue.
The remodeling of the old barn is running on track, which alleviates some of the stress weighing on my shoulders.
I swear, if it’s not one thing–like running and starting a new business, it’s another—like dealing with an unhinged ex-fiancé.
My mind won’t settle. It’s been a few days since the group therapy session, and I feel less burdened by my life in California.
Finally voicing what happened to me was everything I didn’t know I needed.
The only thing left to do is tell my family, which needs to happen sooner rather than later, especially now with everything going on.
The silence in the office presses in. There’s no commotion in the shop below me, which only adds to my racing mind.
The days when I’m in the office, my Silo Bay assigned officer–or my “babysitter”—are more lax since the farm is always bustling with farmhands who notice visitors.
If Elias is creeping around, one of them would notice.
It’s why the blacked-out SUV doesn’t follow me up the drive; instead, he heads into town once I’ve turned into the gravel lane.
As I sit here and pretend to work, all I can think about is Jett.
We’re officially dating again and it seems so high school to call him my boyfriend, but that’s what he is.
Boyfriend. It feels foreign on my tongue, but I also want to shout it from the rooftop.
I so badly want to make a post in The Bay Buzz to shut everyone up with their small-town gossip and speculations.
A slow smile pulls at my lips before I can stop it. I should stay here and work. I really should. But following the rules hasn’t always been a high priority for me.
I close the laptop screen and push away from the desk. I need to see him, even though it’s only been a few hours. I’m addicted. This overwhelming need to crawl into his skin so I can be closer to him.
I grab my keys and head out to my new SUV.
A few days ago, I finally bit the bullet and got my own car.
As much as I loved driving Dad’s old truck around, I needed something that was mine…
and a little more reliable. Another benefit is that this Honda is popular in Silo Bay, meaning I can blend in a little more than Dad’s unique truck.
I grip the wheel as I drive a few miles down the road, nerves buzzing under my skin in a way that has nothing to do with fear, for once. It’s excitement, anticipation, and a feeling of being alive.
By the time I turn down the gravel lane leading to the farm’s headquarters, my pulse is racing because, as much as I want to see Jett, there’s another reason I’m surprising him in the middle of the day.
Dust kicks up behind me as I park and step out.
I fidget with my skirt as I walk toward the main barn at Riggsby Cattle.
“Can I help you?” I turn at the voice and find a farmhand.
“Hi, I’m looking for Jett.”
He glances around nervously. “Do you have an appointment?”
I shake my head. “Oh, is he busy? I’m his girlfriend and wanted to swing by for a second.”
His eyes nearly bug out of his head. “I am so sorry. I’m new here and didn’t realize.” He fumbles over his words. “He’s in barn two. Would you like for me to show you the way?”
“I know where it’s at. Thank you.”
He apologizes again, and I reassure him that everything’s fine.
I walk the few minutes to barn two and can’t help but admire the property.
Multiple barns take up residence at Riggsby Cattle, all sided blue with white metal roofs to match their signature look.
The barns have two overhangs on each side and a wide double wood door on the end.
I walk through the open entrance and scan the barn. A few pens are constructed out of metal gates as spring-born babies lay down in their beds of straw. Their white faces and reddish-brown bodies call for me to crawl in the pen and pet them. Cows are basically big dogs, and I won’t hear otherwise.
“Whiskey? Well, isn’t this a surprise,” Jett calls from deeper in the barn.
“I was missing you.”
“Words I love to hear.” Jett smirks as he pulls me in for a hug, pressing a kiss on the top of my head.
A throat clears, and I turn to look at the teen standing next to Jett. He looks familiar, but I can’t quite place him.
“Wren, this is Dylan. He’s going to be helping out around here.”
The name clicks. He’s the same teen from group therapy. Jett’s talked about him a time or two.
I smile under Jett’s arm since he hasn’t let me go. “Nice to meet you.”
Dylan dips his head. “You too.”
“You’ll love working for Riggsby Cattle. If the boss gives you a hard time, let me know.”
He huffs a quiet laugh as Jett shakes his head. “I’ll get started cleaning out barn four.”
“Sounds good.” Jett nods. “I’ll be out in a bit.”
The door closes behind him, and silence settles around us as the cows rustle in their pens. Jett tugs me deeper into his side until my chest is against his. Our eyes meet as curiosity flickers beneath the surface.
“What’re you doing here, Whiskey?” His words are low, gruff.
I don’t answer. Instead, I press up onto my toes and place a gentle kiss against his sharp jaw. A low growl sounds deep in his throat as his hand slides lower, gripping my ass through my skirt.
“I told you,” I whisper against his neck. “I missed you.”
His gaze drags over me, like he’s taking his time committing this moment to memory. Well, maybe he is. Could make good spank bank material.
My stomach pools with desire and this overwhelming need to please him. I drag my hand down his front, trailing over every dip and valley of his abdominal muscles as I slowly sink to my knees.
“Whiskey, baby,” Jett grits out. “Not here.”
I look at him through my lashes and nod. “Right here.”
“But your knees,” he argues.
“I’ve never minded getting a little dirty.” I purr the words as my hand grazes his thickening cock, causing it to twitch.
I lick my lips as my mouth starts to water. I’m dying to taste him. Worship him. Feel him unravel. He works his belt open before flicking the button on his jeans. I begin tugging at his waistband, pushing the material down his thick thighs.
Reaching for his cock, I lick him from the base all the way to the head, swirling my tongue around his tip while my eyes never leave his.
He groans as he reaches down, tangling his hands in my hair. I swirl my tongue around his head again before drawing him into my mouth, taking him as far back as I can before I gag. Jett groans as he tips his head back. “I like it when you choke on my cock, Whiskey.”
His fingers tighten slightly as he grips the back of my head.
I get to work, taking him in long, slow drags, passing my tongue down his entire length.
Teasing him just enough to really work him up.
Each time I take him to the back of my throat, I push a little harder, gagging every time.
My eyes begin to water, but I’m no quitter.
“I wish you could see yourself right now. Filthy with a mouthful of my cock.”
I’m in love with Jett Riggsby. This man has seen me at all the stages.
Witnessed my good moments and not-so-great moments, but he never left my side until he had to.
I’ve forgiven him for the past because my heart is his, and I refuse to waste any more time apart.
I need Jett like I need air. He’s the other half of my soul.
There’s something powerful in our love and this overwhelming need to watch him unravel.
To come apart at the seams, all because of my touch.
I reach down and cup his balls with my hand, rolling them gently.
“Fuck!” he groans, thrusting deeper into my mouth.
My hips thrust on their own accord, and I slip my hand under my thong, needing to touch my aching clit. We’re insatiable when we’re together, always have been.
“That’s it, baby. Touch that perfect pussy, but don’t come.”
I slip him from my mouth as I start to object. “Relax. I’ll make you feel good, but first, I need to come in your pretty mouth.”
His hand jerks his cock against my mouth, smearing his pre-cum and my saliva over my lips before pushing between them.
“Goddamn, Wren,” he praises as I continue to play with my clit. His words only spur me on as I continue pleasuring him and rub tight circles over myself. Desire floods my system, and I’m close, so close.
I moan around his cock as Jett reaches for my arm, pulling it from my drenched core.
My orgasm was right there, and I was too caught up in the moment to remember I wasn’t supposed to come.
I’m aching for a release, which only urges my mouth and tongue to work him harder.
With a few more passes of my mouth, Jett’s cum hits my tongue.
His hand fists my hair, holding me tight against him.
I can barely breathe as he empties himself in my mouth.
When the last drop leaves his cock, I swallow as he pulls me up from the floor.
His thumb wipes the corner of my lip as he plunges it back into my mouth.
I suck his thumb, cleaning the spilled cum off him.
“Turn around and grab the gate.”
I do as he says, spinning until I’m facing the pen, hands gripping the railing and sticking my ass in the air. Jett steps behind me, flinging my skirt until it’s bunched around my waist. It’s his turn to drop to his knees as his warm, calloused hands slide down my thigh. It’s euphoric.
He pushes my thong to the side before lapping at my arousal. “God,” he groans as he swipes his tongue over my slit. “You taste fucking perfect. You taste like mine.”
“J,” I moan as I grip the bars tighter. We’re on borrowed time. Anyone could walk in this barn, but getting caught is half the fun.