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He takes a deep breath, moving his piercing stare to my mouth, and I have that thought again. Only this time, I don’t let myself simply wonder. I lean in and kiss him.

Chapter seven

DEAN

WHAT HAPPENS IN THE MINI BARN STAYS IN THE MINI BARN

Thesecondthecalfwas out, so much relief and happiness overcame me that I didn’t notice that I was speaking in full sentences with Preston. Then the storm picked up, and I saw the fear in his eyes, and my nerves were completely set aside, replaced by the need to make everything okay for him, to make him feel safe. Did I expect him to kiss me? Hell no, but was I going to stop it? No fucking way. The wind raging outside, whipping the sides of the barn, rattling the wood panels, and hissing through the gaps all fade away the second his mouth is on mine. All thoughts fade to nothingness, there is just him and me and the throbbing heat rising in my jeans.

His lips are soft, but the stubble around them scratches in perfect contrast, and my whole body comes alive. It’s been forever since I’ve been with anyone and having Preston Knight, my high school crush, teasing his tongue, begging me to part my lips and let him inside, is almost too much to bear. I grip the back of his neck, my fingers sliding up into his thick chestnut hair, and he steps closer, forcing me back against the hard barn wall and the feeling of being trapped by him, locked in his kiss, in his hold sends a flurry of nerves right down to my cock. It’s eager for friction, throbbing inside my jeans, and when he nudges my leg with his knee, I happily part them, allowing him to slide between, pressing his groin against my thigh. He’s as hard as me, and when I lift my leg a little, he moans into my kiss and does the same.

The wild weather outside masks our voices, but if anyone were to come check on us, there’d be no hiding, and that thought appears to excite me even more. Preston doesn’t seem worried about being found either, with his hand gripping my ass and pulling me hard against him. His mouth moves to my jaw, and I lean my head back against the solid wood wall, breathing heavily, eyes closed as his mouth moves down my neck.

“Oh god, yeah,” I groan when he sucks the crease where my neck meets my shoulder, my hand holding his head there, keeping him right in the spot where he’s sucking and swirling his tongue as I thrust my hips forward into his thigh, edging closer and closer.

Then his soft fingers slip into the waistband of my jeans and slide across until he’s unfastening the button. Holy shit. Yes. I want this so bad. He unzips my jeans and shoves them down. I suck in a breath as the cool night air hits my leaking cock, and then Preston drops to his knees.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out when his mouth wraps over my cock head, and he sucks me deep into his throat. I go to grip his head, but some guys don’t like that, so I reach up instead, thankful to find a row of hooks for hats and ropes. I grip two as Preston swirls his tongue around my cockhead before letting his teeth brush along my glands. Lightning surges through me, pressure building in my balls.

He palms the cheeks of my ass, digging his nails in deep, pulling my groin towards him and back, controlling how deep my cock fucks his pretty little mouth, and it’s perfect.

The waves of pleasure rolling through me has me moaning with every thrust, and as much as my head wants to stay arched back, eyes closed, moving through the ecstasy, I clench my fists around the hooks and look down.

“Fucking hell, you’re beautiful,” I breathe, and he opens his eyes, peering up at me through thick brown lashes. Seeing me watching him makes him go wild. His grip tightens on my ass, intensifying my thrusts, suction tight around my cock, and he holds my stare as the pressure builds.

“Oh, god, I’m going to come.” My balls are pulling up tight, but instead of pulling off me, he sucks me deep, his throat surrounding my cockhead in heat, and I unload in powerful bursts. He swallows what he can, dribbles, spilling past his lips and down his chin, but he keeps going until I’m totally spent and releases my ass as I slip free from his mouth.

He swipes his finger over his chin, collecting what he can and sucks his finger into his mouth as he stands.

I cup his face in one hand, pulling him close with the other, and kiss him, delighting in the taste of me on his tongue. I slide my hand down past the waist of his pants, and grip his rock-hard cock, and stroke him. He growls, biting my lower lip.

“My turn,” I say, dropping to my knees and taking his pants down with me. He’s long and thick, and a deep blue vein travels down one side, calling me forward. I run my tongue along it, sweeping up along his slit, and he grips my hair tight and pulls me down onto him. My lips stretch, my throat opens, and I suck him deep. While I wasn’t sure if he liked having his head held, I fucking love it. I want him to fuck my mouth as hard as he made me fuck his, and I don’t want him to stop until he’s filling my throat with the taste of him.

I moan around his cock, holding his base in one hand and gripping his balls in the other. I tug them down and he groans.

“Oh yeah, do that again. More,” he moans, head back, and lips parted in heavy breaths as he thrusts and then his hot salty bursts hit the back of my throat.

My mouth has never tasted anything so good, and I suck and slurp up every drop before releasing him and sitting back on my knees, which I can now feel have the very deep impression of straw in them. He steps to the side and puts himself away, and I lean on the wall to help me stand, an ache in my legs I’m sure I’ll feel tomorrow, but I really couldn’t care less. That was incredible. Better than any schoolboy’s wet dream. Better than any fantasy I’d had since he moved back to town. It was raw and full of passion and a desperate need for one another. A feeling I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced.

“We should check on Daisy,” he says, washing his hands again and running his wet fingers through his hair, slicking it back in a polished look he can totally pull off.

“Yeah, umm, we should.”

I wash up, too, splashing some cool water on my face to try to stop my mind from replaying every bit of what just happened so that I don’t get a hard on again, and join him over by her stall. She’s lying down, her calf nestled in beside her sleeping, and while she looks exhausted, she seems pretty darn happy with herself. And she should.

The barn rattles, and Preston’s gaze immediately moves to the door.

“It’s just the storm. No one will come out here now, not unless we call them. I guess we should settle in. It might not pass for a few hours,” I say, grabbing a couple of blankets from the stack under the wash station and laying one out in the fresh stall. I kick off my boots and sit against the wall, covering my lap with another blanket. Preston takes off his trainers, revealing puppy dog faces on his socks. I don’t say anything, just smile as he sits beside me, and I cover his legs with the blanket.

“We should be warm enough in here with this,” I say, and he shuffles closer until we’re butted up, side by side.

“Yep, and we can see Daisy through the rails, too.”

“She should be good now, though, right?”

“Yeah. But I’d like to stay up and keep an eye on her for a bit, just to be safe. She’s been through a lot.”

I want to say we all have, but I don’t. Instead, I stay quiet, listening to the storm sing and Preston’s breaths until who knows when.

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