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And I don’t fucking want to sleep alone.

After we get done unloading the animals into the main barn, I pull her close, nestling my lips to the pulse in her neck.

“Think your brother would notice if I snuck in tonight?” My palms drift under her shirt so I can feel the heat of her skin against the cool spring air.

“That depends on how quiet you can be. He knows you’ll be around, Dad already told him you would be.”She pulls back, a smile dancing in her eyes. “He just won’t knowhowclosely you’ll be watching me.”

“I’ll try not to snore.” But I am pretty damn tired. Two days in a row with only minimal sleep is catching up to me.

“Me too,” she giggles, then threads her fingers through mine and leads me to the squat house across the parking lot.

“Wait here,” she whispers, then moves inside.

Within a moment, she’s back, ushering me in the door.

“He’s playing a game online with his friends, we should be fine.”

I feel like I’m a teenager again following her to her room.

Pinks and yellows splash the bed and the walls, with a mix of posters from rock stars to ranching scenes filling most of the empty space.

It’s just like her, eclectic, vibrant, with everything she loves plastered for display.

She doesn’t hesitate to strip off her jeans and shirt, flinging her bra to a basket in the corner.

My hurricane.

“I’m leaving these on for protection.” She grins, pointing at her dainty pink panties as her dark bare nipples stare at me from above.

“Uh huh.” I step closer to run my fingers down her smooth belly before diving them beneath the silky fabric. “You’re gonna soak through those, rebel.” I flick her clit, making her spasm before pulling my hand away.

When I drop my Wranglers, my cock is already at half-mast, taut against my boxer-briefs.

“Looks like we’re both gonna suffer.” She cups my crotch, then dances away to dig out an oversized t-shirt from her drawer.

My Stetson and Ariats look good next to her dresser. A nice mix of wild colors and down to earth.

“Misery loves company, baby.” I snuggle against her under her thick comforter, molding her to my body.

But when I nudge my firm cock between her thighs, all I can think about is wanting to sink into her.

We both lay in strangled silence, our rapid breathing the only betrayal of the need racing through our veins.

“Do it, “ she finally whispers, tilting her knee over mine.

With a stroke of my thumb, I move the cotton barriers and roll my hips.

A shiver runs through me as I bottom out in her tight little pussy, matching her gasp. Her inner muscles twitch, begging me deeper.

She digs her nails into my arm. “Please,” she pants. “I know we can be quiet.”

“Rebel,” I grunt, stilling her hips. “Let’s see if you can lie there like a good girl while I stay inside of you.”

Entwining her arm, I pin her wrist to the bed, holding her firmly as she trembles beneath me.

It takes a few minutes, but she relaxes with me filling her.

This is new for me too. Another first sensation that I want to do again and again.

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