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NIALL

Fuck.Literally.

I was sheathed to the hilt in Sam, and she’d just gone off like a firework. She still clenched around my dick, making we want to thrust into her again and again until I came inside her. The setting sun ignited strands of her hair in fiery magenta against the umber.

“Niall!” Grandpa shouted again. I could hear the dogs, those traitors, snuffling around him.

I rested my forehead against Sam’s for a second and then turned to call down to him. “Up here, Grandpa. Sam and I are…watching the sunset.” I couldn’t see him. I hoped to God he couldn’t see my naked ass.

Under me, Sam started to shake. She waslaughing. I glared a warning at her and put a finger over her lips.

“Your mother sent me after you. Supper’s almost ready.” His voice trembled a little. Was he laughing, too? I failed to see the humor in any of this.

“Be right there,” I called back.

Sam shook her head under my hand and thrust her hips up into me. “Fuck,” I muttered, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“What’s that, son?” Grandpa said.

I put a hand on Sam’s hip, holding her in place. “Nothing, Grandpa. See you soon.”

At the sound of the door banging shut, I collapsed against Sam. “There went a year of my life.” Reluctantly, I lifted onto my hands and started to shimmy off her.

“Don’t you dare!” She gripped my ass with both hands. “I was promised a roll in the hay.”

“I don’t think I—”

She stopped my protest with a nip to the earlobe and her hot breath in my ear. “Fuck me, Niall. Please.”

She hadn’t even gotten thePleasefully out before I slammed back into her. I’d do just about anything this woman asked me to do. I was completely gone. In love.

Did she know? Was it obvious? She’d told me she didn’t want feelings. She’d also told me about that felon boyfriend of hers who’d broken her heart. About how no one trusted her. But I’d heard what she hadn’t said: that Sam didn’t trust herself. Could I convince her she could trust this, trust us, let herself fall this time, that I’d never hurt her?

I scanned her face. She was watching me, too. She trapped her lip between her teeth. On the next thrust, I ground against her clit, and she sucked in a breath. She wrapped one leg around my back, holding me against her. I did it again, slower this time, the push in and then the slow grind. She moaned, tilting her chin to the ceiling and exposing her long neck. I dragged my tongue along her flawless skin until I reached her shoulder. I nipped it.

“Niall,” she whispered, “I’m so—”

I circled my hips and thrust again. She shattered, her torso going still and her leg trembling. When her pussy gripped me tight, I couldn’t hold back. I emptied myself into the condom, my vision tunneling and my back bowing in pleasure.

“Wow,” she whispered, putting her hand over my heart. She had to feel it galloping for her. “Now I see what all the fuss was about.”

“Devil woman.” I’d fucked in haylofts before. But I’d never been this wild, this lost in my partner. I rested my forehead against hers, trying to get my breath back under control. All I wanted was to lie there with her and watch the sun descend behind the trees, the light fade into blue, and the stars ignite. I wanted to hold her all night, caressing her smooth skin, our lips connecting and our bodies joining as we pleased.

But the winter air chilled my naked ass, and it was only going to get colder. Gripping the base of the condom, I pulled out, knotted it off, and shoved it into my jeans pocket. I found her lacy panties and reluctantly handed them to her. I wished I had time to touch, to taste every inch of her silky skin. But I’d promised to do chores, and we’d been called to supper. I winced. “We’re never going to live this down.”

“Don’t tell me that’s the first time someone’s caught you up here in the hayloft.” Slowly, she slid the panties up her legs.

My dick twitched. I pictured Grandpa’s laughing face at the dinner table, and it sagged. I hopped into my jeans. “First time since I stopped being a teenager.”

“Aw. Poor Niall.” But her voice had lost its teasing tone.

I stopped, mid-bend above her bra, and looked at her. She’d curled over her knees, gripping her shins, staring at her toes.

Fuck. I was an idiot. “Sam. Sam.” I dropped to my knees beside her. Ouch. I was way too old for this hayloft shit. “I loved what we just did. I love—”Whoa, there.“I’m sorry we don’t have time to, um, afterglow. I’ll make it up to you tonight. After chores. We’ll go out to the meadow and look at the stars, and I’ll cuddle the hell out of you. Okay?”

Biting her lip, she nodded.

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