Page 13 of Barn Burner
After I was left standing speechless in the barn, I haven’t seen Brayden since. Granted, I missed out on dinner again last night. Something my mom wasnotbest pleased about and made sure I knew about it when she saw me this morning, but it wasn’t even intentional this time.
The afternoon trail ride got off to a late start, so we ended up getting back later than planned, and then one of the bridles needed repairing, so I hid out in the barn to fix that up instead of leaving it until today.
Frankly, I needed some time to clear the fog from my head, too.
I was in this weird mood where I was physically present, but my mind was elsewhere. I kept replaying our interaction over and over. The way he got me all hot under the collar. The feel of his hand on my hip, his fingers digging into my skin. A promise of what his touch might be like while I drove my cock inside him.
I’m no stranger to acting in the heat of the moment. The times I venture into town at night, it’s always been about thatquick connection. Whoever gets my blood simmering in that hot, needy way.
But there’s something different about this instant attraction I have to Brayden. Something I can’t quite put my finger on. I can’t quite get him out of my brain. There’s this constant prickle of awareness during the day. The scent of his orange-and-bergamot body wash following me around whenever I go.
At night, he’s there on the back of my eyelids. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is the image of him, with that playful glint in his rich brown eyes. The quirk of his full lips. Lips that I bet will look downright sinful wrapped around my cock.
Then there’s the number of times his name has fallen from the tip of my tongue as I’ve spilled over my fist.
Four times I’ve said his name like a prayer since he whispered teasing words in my ear and left me hard as steel.
Yeah, Brayden is dangerous, and I’m teetering on the edge of breaking point. It’s not going to take much for me to snap, and I’m not sure if either of us is ready for what might come from all this pent-up lust.
“He’s trouble,” I mumble to Prince, running my hand up and down the side of his neck as he munches on the carrot I just gave him. “I tell ya. He’s trouble with a capitalT.”
“Talkin’ to that damn horse again?” Cooper snickers at me, appearing at my side. He feeds Prince a big marshmallow that he retrieves from his pocket and turns his attention to the animal. “You should start charging him for these talks, Prince. You could be rollin’ in cash in your stall instead of hay.”
“You’re such a dick,” I grunt, flipping him my middle finger, which only causes him to crack up laughing.
“Tell you who wants to see your dick, though,” he says quietly and jerks his chin toward the door behind me before he lifts his hand in a wave and addresses over my shoulder. “Hey there, Brayden! How are you doing today?”
My head snaps toward the door, and I inwardly groan at myself. Could I be any more eager?
Brayden stands at the entrance to the barn, looking good enough to eat in his short-as-fuck shorts and a tightly fitted T-shirt that shows every ridge and groove of his body.
“Good! It’s so bloody hot today, though,” Brayden chuckles.
Then, to prove my earlier point that he’s trouble, he lifts his T-shirt and uses the hem to wipe over his face. I swallow my damn tongue at the sight of his six-pack rippling with the movement. Sweat drips down the center of his sculpted torso, disappearing into his belly button. I trace the lines of his V with my eyes, licking over my suddenly dry lips when my gaze reaches where his shorts sit low on his tapered waist.
What I’d do to rip those scraps of material off his body to see what’s underneath…
“Right, Jess?” Cooper’s voice snaps my attention back to the present, and the shit-eating grin on his face tells me he caught me in the act, ogling Brayden.
“Mhm,” I hum noncommittally, because I didn’t hear a word he said. I turn back to Prince when he nudges my shoulder with his muzzle, eager for more carrots.
“Oh, have you been to the petting barn yet?” Cooper asks Brayden.
“No, I haven’t. I saw the donkeys in the field the other day, but I didn’t want to go mooching around unsupervised. Didn’t want to get in trouble,” he replies with a bashful laugh.
“Jesse! Go take Brayden to the red barn.”
I twist my head to glare at my brother.
“Mom’s probably about to feed the chaos kids, so it’ll be fun,” Cooper says to Brayden, then glances over his shoulder at me, but my eyes are fixed solely on the man whose tongue darts out to wet his lips as his eyes travel the length of my body, eating me up inch by inch.
He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
Shaking my head, hoping it’ll clear the lust-filled cloud my head has disappeared into, I wipe my hands down the side of my jeans and grumble, “You wanna see the zoo my mom’s keeping?”
“Damn right I do.” He nods, grinning.
I step around my brother, thumping him in the shoulder as I pass before leading Brayden over to the petting barn.
