Chapter 10
CHAPTER
TEN
Troy was right that the governors would be too busy to worry about what we’re doing. Hearth and Vine Farm has become a hive of activity in the past month. Large tents are being erected alongside the sons’ and daughters’ dorms to hold the new members until their trailers can be transported here.
A building is being built up on the hill that overlooks most of the community.
I’m not sure what it’s going to be used for, maybe more workspace for the new people.
It’s harvesting season for the raspberries, so everyone is also busy in the fields and processing sheds.
My days have been spent picking lately, but I don’t mind.
The September weather is beautiful and I’m always in a good mood when I can look forward to the night with Troy.
Amid all the chaos, Troy and I have had ample opportunities to be alone and have fun together.
After we finish our work for the night, we sometimes go back to the hill for a movie, but more often, we find a place to park and make out.
Never in town where we might be seen. If it gets back to the governors that we’re involved with each other, there’s no doubt they’ll separate us and punish me.
Troy is taking as much money as he can without inviting suspicion and our stash grows by the day. We often sit on the tailgate of the truck, stare at the stars, and talk about the lives we plan to have once we’re away from all this.
Tonight is no different. “Maybe I’ll go to school for computers. They say the internet is going to change everything and make people a lot of money,” he says.
“That’s a good idea. We should both go back to school.” He has shown me newspaper articles about the internet and while I don’t really understand what it is, if it’s what he wants, I want it for him.
He slips his arm around me and kisses my temple. “What do you want to study?”
It’s something I’ve been thinking about lately. My interests have never mattered but now that I might be able to follow them, I’m not sure what I want. “Science was my favorite subject in school, and I used to want to be a science teacher, but now I think I’d like to be a librarian.”
He beams down at me. “That’s not surprising.”
“I know,” I giggle. “But to be around books all day and help other people who like books, it sounds like a peaceful job.”
“I think it’s perfect for you.”
“Or you could be a rockstar and I could be a writer and travel with you on the tour bus,” I tease.
His laugh pushes back the dark night. “I think that would require me to know how to play an instrument or sing.”
“Details,” I scoff.
He pulls me in for a kiss and I snuggle into his arms afterward. “Troy.” I hesitate before continuing. “Have you ever had sex?”
He blinks, my question clearly catching him off guard. He’s been so respectful toward me, never pushing things any further, but I want more with him. I want to know what it’s like to be with him.
“I, yes.” He glances at me. “It’s not the same for the sons and stewards as it is for daughters, you know.”
“I figured that. Someone at Hearth and Vine?” If the daughters can’t have sex, who could it be?
“No. The sons are taken out to sow their wild oats once they’re sixteen.
The governors take us out to party with women from outside the cult.
And when stewards or governors are sent to do tasks that keep us away from the farm overnight, it usually involves some partying and sex.
” He brushes a lock of hair behind my ear while I try not to show how jealous that makes me.
“I haven’t been with anyone who meant anything to me. They were strangers.”
“Do you want to…with me?” The question comes out in a near whisper, but I force myself not to look away.
He cups my face in both of his hands. “More than I’ve ever fucking wanted anything, Sybil. When you’re ready, I can’t wait to show you how I feel. You’re all I ever think about, do you know that?”
My heart swells in my chest. “I feel the same way. I’m ready.”
His breath is warm when he plants a kiss just under my ear. “Not tonight, not out here. I want you to be somewhere comfortable.”
“Okay,” I breathe, as he sucks gently on my neck.
“Do you touch yourself?” His question makes my face burn, but I nod. “I want to make you come on my fingers.”
“Yes,” I moan, as he cups my breast and runs his thumb over my nipple.
He hops off the tailgate and takes my hand. “Come on, gorgeous.” He leads me around to the passenger side of the truck and gets in after me. When his fingers undo the button on my jeans, I slip out of them, and he pulls me over to straddle his lap.
We’re parked in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a curtain of darkness as he kisses me again, then pulls my shirt off, baring my breasts.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, a second before he sucks my nipple into his hot mouth. My body ignites, and I thread my fingers into his hair. His hand kneads my other breast, catching my nipple between his fingers while he worships the other with his tongue.
He runs his hand up my thigh, then traces a fingertip over the crotch of my panties. “Are you wet?”
“Check for yourself.” My voice contains a lot of confidence for someone who has never been touched this way. But I’ve fantasized about it so many times.
“Fuck, Sybil,” he groans, slipping a finger under the cloth.
He drags his fingertip down slowly, and I shiver when it brushes over my clit. He pauses to lightly rub a few circles and leans in to nip at my earlobe. “Troy,” I whisper, my voice trembling. It feels good, so different from when I touch myself.
He moves down and slowly slides his finger inside of me. A little moan slips from my lips and a second later he pulls it back out. Heated eyes gaze into mine as he says, “Let’s get these out of the way.”
I shift, letting him remove my underwear, then straddle him again, my thighs spread and my knees pressing into the back of the seat. I feel vulnerable, open and bared to him while he’s fully clothed, and it turns me on even more.
“Stop me if it’s too much,” he says, then kisses me. As his tongue slides between my lips, his finger enters me again, and his thumb lands on my clit.
Oh, I never knew it could feel like this. I break the kiss with a gasp as he rubs at a spot inside me that begs for more.
“Oh, Troy.”
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He pulls it out slightly then presses a second finger in alongside it. This time when he works both spots at once, my hands clamp onto his shoulders. “Troy, oh god.”
His hand moves steadily, driving me closer to what I know is going to make every orgasm I’ve given myself pale in comparison. A desperation enters me like I’ve never experienced. Like I’ll die if he stops even though I almost can’t bear to continue, it feels so good.
When he teases me by pausing, my hips move of their own accord. “Don’t stop, please.”
“Keep going, baby. Let me watch you fuck yourself with my fingers.” His words light me up and I do just that for another minute. With my eyes closed, I can only focus on the growing sensation building so fast.
“Please, Troy.”
“Look at me, Sybil. Open your eyes, sweetheart .”
When I do, he circles firmly with his thumb, and at the feel of his fingertips rubbing inside of me, I fall apart. One moment it feels like I can’t bear another second and the next I’m crying out, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as the spasms go on and on.
I hear him utter something between a grunt and a growl as I bury my face in his neck. For a while, we just stay like that until he turns his head and kisses my temple. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I sit up and look at him. “That was…really good.” A giggle escapes me and he chuckles in response. If that’s how his fingers feel, I can’t wait to see what sex with him will be like.
“Wait until next time,” he teases.
“Can you turn the dome light on so I can find my clothes?”
When he does, I notice a small wet spot on the front of his pants. It’s not from me. I wasn’t sitting that far up on his…oh.
A sheepish grin appears on his face, and he nods, glancing away. “You riding my hand was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t help it.”
I press my lips to his in a long soft kiss. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”