Chapter 16 – Buck’s Barn
Hadley – 22 years old
D ate night. Nothing to panic over, right?
How about date night with Luke Walters? No panicking: this is fine.
Oh God, this is not fine.
What the hell do I wear? I got myself so worked up earlier in the barn I didn’t stop to think and ask him where the hell he was taking me.
It was only supposed to be a kiss, quick peck. But I let sixteen-year-old Hadley free, and she grinded on his stomach.
Trevor stopped by not long after Luke had left me in the barn mulling over my life choices and told me Luke had mentioned I was to come back to the farm at six thirty. Trevor then sent me home and told me I should get myself ready. I was so flustered and embarrassed, so I did as I was told.
I don’t even have Luke’s number to confirm anything with him. Like, are we still on for tonight? Can you imagine how bad it would be if I turned up and Luke decided he didn’t want to go on a date after my little act in the barn. Oh God.
I pace my room in my bra and thong. What have I done?
“You’re spiralling,” Margo says as she enters my room.
Stopping my excessive pacing, I look at her with wide eyes. I must look like a crazed bitch with my hair in rollers as I stare at her.
“Good God, this is worse than I thought. Dad, Mum, get in here now!” she bellows at the top of her voice.
While wringing my hands in front of me, Mum and Dad enter through the doorway of my room as I start listing off all the things I need to do, all the things wrong with me, and how I shouldn’t have said yes to this date.
“Okay, first of all, everyone breathe,” Mum says while standing in the middle of my room moving her hands up and down as she inhales and exhales.
I watch her for a moment before carrying on with my list.
Dad grips my shoulders, and I look up at him with tears brimming my eyes. He mutters under his breath how he wasn’t prepared for this day. I don’t ask what he means before he turns and walks over to my pink dressing table chair, pulls it out, then stands on it. Clapping, he shouts, “Are we quitters?” Mum and I jump. Margo laughs, and I must admit, seeing a burly six-foot bald man standing on a pink chair is kind of funny.
Dad grunts loudly before asking again, “Hadley, are we quitters?”
“I don’t think so.”
He raises a brow, clearly not amused with my answer.
“Close enough, I suppose,” Dad says before turning to Mum and Margo. “One of you on hair, one of you on outfit.”
“I don’t know where he’s taking me, I don’t know what to wear?”
“Don’t panic, they know what he’s got planned, I’ll go make you a hot chocolate.” With that, Dad leaves my room, closing the door behind him.
“Please no questions, sweetheart, we are sworn to secrecy.” Then I’m pulled towards the bathroom.
Dad dropped me off at Trevor’s house just before six thirty, and he grumbled the whole way about Luke. I couldn’t help but smile at him. I tried to reassure him I would always be a daddy’s girl, which made him chuckle before he continued muttering to himself.
Once Dad was back in his car and on his way home, I stood waiting, twiddling my thumbs. I wasn’t sure what to expect next; I couldn’t see Trevor, and if Luke was taking me somewhere, then I should probably wait out the front, so I don’t miss him.
In awkward silence, I wait for five minutes until Luke emerges from the side of the house, walking towards me dressed in a tux with a single red rose in his hand.
He stops arm’s length from me. The spotlight on Trevor’s front porch lights up his face. He looks mesmerising. The tux fits him perfectly, showing off his toned arms and chest.
“Hey,” he whispers, “You look … fucking sensational.”
Blushing, I bite my lip, and he hands me the rose. “Are you ready?” he asks, giving me his arm so I can loop mine through it.
“Yeah, I think so.” He steers us away from his truck parked out front and towards the side of the house.
Frowning up at him, I ask, “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
We walk past the house and out the little gate at the end of Trevor’s back garden and along the small path towards the barn. Up ahead, I notice the trees covered in fairy lights. “We aren’t going out for dinner, are we?”
He chuckles. “Maybe next time.” I turn towards him and laugh at his goofy face he’s pulling down at me.
“You sure there will be a next time?” I ask while smirking.
He stops us and turns me towards him, gripping my chin with his hand. “I’m certain there will be a next time.”
“Okay, lead the way.”
We continue to the towards the barn, and the closer we get, the more the trees are lit up. A rustic-looking wooden sign stands next to the gate.
Welcome to:
Buck’s Barn Theatre Productions
For a Movie night under the stars.
Saturday 22 nd December 2018.
Tonight’s viewing
HOME ALONE
RATING (PG)
“Buck’s Barn Theatre Productions?” I ask.
“Yeah.” He laughs. “That was Trevor’s input, you can guess why he wanted it to be called Buck’s barn, right?”
I laugh. Yep, Trevor’s favourite horse is Buck, so of course it would be named after him.
“This is very magical.” I gush.
“Tis the season,” he jokes, pointing towards the barn, which looks like it’s been transformed into Santa’s grotto, with lights and a Christmas tree. Standing in front of me, he holds out his hand. “Come with me.”
I don’t hesitate as I take his hand, and the sparks dance along my fingers as I interlock mine with his.
The outside of the barn has been turned into an outdoor cinema as a large white sheet hangs form the side of the red bricked wall.
A projector sits on a small table on the grass along with blankets, cushions, and pillows. Leading me over towards it all, he gestures to the cosy fort, and I gladly take a seat.
Luke hands me his puffer jacket coat, and I slip it on while he covers my legs with a blanket.
“Hungry?” he asks, taking a seat next to me and pulling open a hot pizza box. I take a slice of pepperoni pizza and “Mm” in delight.
“Ready for movie night?” His green eyes dance in excitement.
“Hell yeah, press play.”
Halfway through the film, I snuggle into Luke’s side. It’s cold for December, but luckily, Luke thought of everything and got a standing outdoor heater to sit behind us. He wired it with an extension cable from the barn. So, I was pretty toastie cuddled up next to him with the heater, coat, and blankets.
“Can I ask you something?” he whispers.
Sitting up to face him, I say, “Yeah.”
“What happened between you a Lilly after, you know, Liam and her …”
“Well, we sorted it out, she was there for me after you left.” I give him a weak smile, and he grimaces. “Anyway, we went off to college, the same one actually, but she was studying hair and beauty, and I was in her words ‘dancing’”—I air quote with my fingers— “‘in pigshit.’ She found a new set of friends in her class, and we hung out less and spoke less until university, then it stopped altogether.” I shrug, looking at him with glassy eyes.
It hurt. Part of me thought it might have stemmed back to when I accidentally thought she had slept with Luke, but then part of me knew it would always happen.
Lilly craved to be a part of the popular group in school; she wanted to be seen and heard. Whereas I was the complete opposite.
Luke’s warm hand lands on my knee. “Sorry to hear that.”
“It is what it is, I guess.”
“I’ve been a loner too,” he teases, and I snap my head towards him. He winks and mouths, Joking while holding his hand up in surrender.
We laugh. “But in all seriousness, I haven’t really made any friends. The friends I did make, Dad didn’t approve of, and the friends he did want me to make were kids of his business partners, but they were all too preppy for me.” My heart hurts for him. He and his dad never had a good relationship. I’d hoped it might’ve improved but clearly not.
Scooching closer to him so our legs touch, I grab his hand. “If you don’t mind me asking, how are things with you and your dad at the moment?”
He rubs his chin with his free hand, then launches into his life over the last six years, telling me how his dad wanted him to take over, using him. How he’s been working hard to save money and get away. By the time he’s finished, the film has finished, and I am angrily swiping tears away.
Pulling me onto his lap, he rubs my back. “Don’t be sad, Hads, it’s okay.”
Melting into his touch, I sync my breathing with his.
Luke turns, his gaze lingering on my lips. I smile softly, relishing how his eyes reflect the warmth of the setting sun. “You know,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look more beautiful.”
I blush, the colour rising to my cheeks as I look away, and the heat of his words spreads through me. “You always say the right things,” I murmur, and there is no denying the way my heart flutters at his closeness.
Luke brushes a strand of my hair away from my face, his fingers lingering on my skin as if he was memorising the feel of it. “It’s the truth,” he says, his voice husky.
My breath catches as his hand moves to cradle my cheek, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down my spine. I lean into him, our faces just inches apart, and the world seems to blur, leaving only the two of us in that moment.
“Please Luke,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.
Slowly, Luke lowers his lips to mine, the kiss soft and tender at first, as if he is testing the waters. But then, as if a dam has broken, the kiss deepens, our emotions flooding through as we cling to each other.
His arms wrap around me, pulling me close against his chest, and the rapid beats of our hearts pound against one another. I respond eagerly, my hands tangling in his hair as I give myself over to the sensation of being with him here and now.
When we finally break apart, breathless, our foreheads rest together as we try to steady ourselves. He smiles, a boyish grin that makes my heart skip a beat.
“More,” he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of hope and desire.
I look into his eyes, seeing everything I’ve always wanted reflected back at me. With a nod, I take his hand, trailing it down my stomach and thighs, then pull my dress up until I can move his hand under it. “Touch me, Luke.”
Without breaking the spell, we are under; his cold fingertips dance up my thighs and over my lacy thong. I gasp when his finger traces my wet entrance.
“Are you sure?” he asks, and I pout at him.
“Of course, Luke, hurry up and fuck me.” That’s all it takes; in one swift moment, I am lying on my back looking up at the star-lit sky as he settles himself between my spread legs.
“As much as I want to take my time with you, I can’t, I need to fuck you, now, are you ready?”
My breathing quickens as he pulls his suit trousers down and frees himself from his boxers. I gasp and he smiles. “I need you to fuck me, Luke.”
He pulls out a condom, then rolls it over the end of his dick that’s already dripping with precum. Lining up, he gently edges his way in, and I wince every so often as his large dick stretches me.
Once fully nestled inside me, he leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
My resolve snaps, and I buck my hips, smiling up at him as he hisses down at me.
“You’re going to regret that, baby.”
I hope so.
His thrusts become harder and faster. Clinging to his back, I wrap my legs around his waist. The pressure in my core intensifies as I match his movements.
My nails dig into his shoulders as he pinches my hard nipples. “Come for me, Tigger, come all over my dick.”
Lifting my arse cheeks slightly, he hits my sweet spot, sending me crying out in pleasure, and he thrusts in and out, not slowing down until he crashes into the abyss with me.