Page 21 of Rush Turner
I felt all that hot sweetness and could barely keep from coming the moment I entered her. It was a feeling I’ve never experienced, and I knew my feelings for her were ready to explode. We made love most of the night.
I left before dawn.Slipped out while she still slept tangled in the sheets, kissed her bare butt just once, then I licked it she made that noise again so I crawled back under the covers and made love one more time, before leaving. The kiss we shared almost had me crawling back in there, but I forced myself to go.
In the yard, Tornado stared me down from the porch steps like he knew exactly what I’d done.
“Keep your mouth shut, goat,” I muttered, stepping over him.
He bleated. I flipped him off and headed over the mountain. It wasn’t too far to hike, since I didn’t bring my truck, I decided to hike to Willa’s and Nate’s house.
16
Jessa
Iwoke up to sunlight streaming through the thin curtains and the faint, distant bleating of goats who thought breakfast was late.
Rush was gone. No note, no warm spot on the pillow beside me—just the faint scent of his cologne and the way my entire body ached in the best possible way.
I stretched, grinning like a fool until a knock rattled the bedroom door.
“Jessa!” Jeremy’s voice. “The goats are fighting the chickens again!”
Of course they were.
I threw on jeans and an old T-shirt, splashed my face at the sink, and opened the door to find Jeremy standing there, arms crossed, suspiciously squinting at me.
“What?” I asked, sidestepping him.
“You look different,” he accused.
“Oh yeah?” I grabbed a hair tie and wrangled my hair into a messy bun. “Different how?”
“You’re smiling weird. Did Rush sleep over?”
I nearly choked on my own spit. “What? Jeremy Monroe, go feed the goats before they eat the chicken feed again!”
He narrowed his eyes, suspicious as a bloodhound, but stomped down the hall muttering something aboutgrown-ups being weird.
I padded into the kitchen where Aunt Marie was already at the stove, flipping pancakes with more force than necessary. She didn’t look up when she said, “Hope he at least put the trash out before he snuck out this morning.”
I froze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She snorted. “Mhm. You might be able to fool the kids. Not me, baby girl.”
I sighed, half embarrassed, half warm all over again. “I’ll take the trash out next time.”
She pointed her spatula at me. “Darn right you will.”
I felt like a teenager getting caught sneaking out of the house.
Rush
Back at the garage, I thought I’d slip in unnoticed. The guys were already there, leaning on hoods, coffee mugs in hand, shooting the breeze.
No such luck.
Fraiser spotted me first, one brow arched high enough to touch his hairline. “Well, well. Look who’s back from his farm field trip.”
Max leaned over the hood of a Mustang, smirking. “Get lost on the way home, Turner? Or just busy doing… chores?”
