Page 14 of Horn of Plenty
“Wow! Broody farmer approved,” she teased, but he could hear the sincerity in her words. She cared about this. It had to be more to her than just a paycheck.
“Thefarm pornapproves,” he tossed back with a playful wink.
She swiped another hat from the box, then straddled him and pulled it onto his head. “You wearing this hat is going to set the internet on fire. CougarMomKathy4456 will be one happy lady.”
He palmed the globes of her ass as she rocked against him. “I’m not thinking about Cougar Mom Kathy 4456 at the moment.”
“What are you thinking of?” she purred as she rested her hands on his shoulders, continuing her gentle swaying that was getting him rock-hard.
“I’m wondering what color panties you have on?” he said with a kiss to the hollow of her neck.
She sighed, a sexy, breathy little sound. “The white lace ones that you like.”
How the hell was he supposed to focus on anything now?
“The ones I took off of you with my teeth the other day?” he asked with another kiss.
She arched into him. “Like a big, bad cougar. Yes, those are the ones.”
This wasn’t like him. Never in a million years could he have predicted that not only would he participate in an unscheduled impromptu make-out session on the side of the road. But here he was, with Mabel on his lap and not a care in the world. They had a little time. He’d give them five minutes—no, ten. Actually, fifteen, but that was really all they had to spare. He inhaled her honey-lavender scent, falling under her spell, bewitched by her touch.
The jean shorts allowed him to slip his hands around her firm ass. He gripped the taut globes, listening as her breathy sighs morphed into heated moans. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was only for him.
“Cal, I’m buzzing,” she said against the shell of his ear.
He unbuttoned the top button on her shirt and ran his tongue along her collarbone. “Me too.”
“No, not like that. I think it’s my phone,” she replied as worry replaced the wantonness in her voice.
“Whoever it is will call if they need something,” he answered as his phone pinged an incoming text.
“Check your phone. It might be important,” she said, concern clouding her gaze.
He picked up his cell from where it rested on the console, and his stomach twisted into a knot at the image on the screen. “Shit,” he bit out, sure that Mabel had received the same message.
“What is it?” she pressed.
His gaze ping-ponged between her worried expression and his phone.
How was he supposed to break this to her? She’d worked so hard.
“It’s from Sally,” he said, glancing at the screen. “And it’s not completely terrible. But it’s also not that great.”
“What do you mean, not that great? Sally was supposed to pick up the farmers’ market passports from the printer this morning. She said it wasn’t a problem. She even put the order in for me. Is she running late?”
He wished it was only that.
“Show it to me, Cal!”
He tried to play it cool. “Let’s head over to the diner, and you can assess the printing error.”
“There’s an error!” she exclaimed.
She scrambled off his lap and rooted through her bag in a frenzy. She pulled out her real passport. And as much as he tried to ignore it, his heart sank at the sight of it. Finally, she found her phone, then stuffed her passport back inside.
She held her cell to her chest. “Tell me one thing before I look for myself. Is it fixable?”
He cringed. “It could be.”
