Page 38 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"Be good, berry," he said, and then he walked away, and I glared at the black tip of his tail as it wagged, and he whistled his way out of the barn.
At least this time I could admit to myself I was going to do absolutely nothing to stop this man.
Because I really wanted it to happen again.
4. THE WOODS AT NIGHT
“Ouch." I paused in my slow wander, glaring down at the rocky terrain where I'd just stubbed my toe. "Oh, for fuck's sake."
This was absurd. I'd been out in the woods for what had to have been at least an hour. I wasn't even sure if I was still on PIIAI property at this point.
"Hey," I called, spinning slowly in place, searching the dark shadows around me. "I don't…damnit, I don't even know his name," I muttered, my jaw grinding in my scowl. "Hey,asshole!At this rate somebody a lot bigger and sexier than you is gonna find me. You mind getting this show on the road?"
I held my breath, waiting for his lovely laugh I'd been missing all day.
Missing. Because I was getting attached to the werewolf who'd pounded me into the dirt, who'd played with my clit while carrying on a conversation with who-the-hell-knew-who, and who'd had his cock out and ready to go before he'd even woke me up from under a tractor.
Aim higher, Valerie,I thought.
Silence answered me.
I sighed. Maybe he'd found a new plaything. Or maybe I really had just wandered into uncharted territory. Which didn't bode well for me finding my way back, now that I thought about it. I'd counted on my werewolf railing me in the woods, hadn't I? And didn't that seem silly, when the moon was tucked behind the clouds and I was lost in the woods and I'dskippeddinner because I'd been half-excited, half-nervous, and mostly just tidying up the landscape in the shower for a little too long?
"Shit," I whispered, turning again and then going still when I realized that turning in circles in the darkest possible night, deep in the middle of unfamiliar woods, was just going to leave me more lost than ever.
My eyes burned with the urge to cry. I didn't like the dark. I didn't like being lost.
I may not love the city, but it had GPS and lots of signs and directions to follow. This was just…unknown, surrounding me.
And the monster I'd been chasing – or the one who'd been chasing me, whichever it was – was unknown too. What trust had he really earned in the past four days? More than he ought to have.
I liked crying even less than all of the above, so I sucked in a deep breath, raised my chin, picked a direction—aware that it probably deserved more than an impulsive thought—and started walking.
I only made it past a few good tree trunks before I promptly ran into an even bigger albeit fallen one, and let out a sharp and shocking cry of frustration and pain.
"Damnit!"
I was not a hapless, clumsy girl. I didn't fall into bushes. I didn't get stuck in deceptively small holes in walls. I didn't end up covered in grease marks after napping under tractors. This wasnature'sfault. Or PIIAI's. Orhis.
"You sure seem to land yourself into a lot of trouble, little berry."
I sagged over the massive log, giving in to the relief of hearing his voice, his stupid name for me, and also the inevitable. Of course I'd be face-first back in the dirt when he appeared. Had I really expected him to come waltzing out of the trees to meet me? Outrageous! No, this wassomuch better.
"You waited for this, didn't you?" I asked, words flat.
My irritation didn't stop the shiver that ran through me as warm hands and pricking claws stroked over my back.
"Got stuck on dishes. Thought I'd see you at dinner, but you didn't show."
I started to jerk up. He got to know what I looked like, but?—?
His hand cuffed the back of my neck and guided me with tender force back into my involuntary belly-down arch over the mossy log.
"You look pretty. Nice andripe," he growled, and because I had committed to this course of action, as obviously inadvisable as it was, I spread my legs and let him make his home there.
I was wearing a dress for him, a longer skirt with a lace hem that draped over my hair as he flipped it up. I was wearing underwear too, but they were also lacy and sheer, with glittery black stars kissing my cheeks.
"Oh, my sweet little berry."
