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Only when he’s nearly rolling over me does he stop.
My knuckles bounce off the glass of the cab until he swings the door open.
“Hold this.” I extend my melted drink up to him.
“Elena, I gotta—” He pauses and takes the cup when I grab the ladder to climb up. “What are you doing?”
Giving him a sweet smile, I hunch over once I’m inside. “I’ve never been in one of these before. Besides, it’s no fun to eat ice cream alone.”
He glances down to the sticky liquid drink. “I think it’s all warm.”
“That’s fine, I don’t mind hot, thick fluid sliding down my throat.Daddy.” I add the last for emphasis.
His jaw tics and he juts my float to me. “Elena,” he growls, warning lacing my name.
“I’m not stopping you. You can keep doing…whatever it is you’re doing. But I’m not letting this dessert go to waste.AndI’m not eating it alone.” I glance around the cramped cab and realize that there’s only one seat.
“You’re being ridiculous. Just enjoy it. That’s what it’s for,” he grumbles. “I have to finish this in case it rains tonight.”
I can tell by the pinch in his brows that he doesn’t.
He’s just avoiding me.
“Go on then. Put ‘er in drive.” I give him a wide smile, then scoop a taste with the plastic spoon.
It’s still good, even if it isn’t cold, so I let out a moan on purpose.
His scowl hides as he drops his hat again, then the whole tractor lurches forward, pitching me against him.
One muscular arm catches me around my waist, dropping me onto his lap.
Straddling his thick thigh, a wave of heat rushes through me, faster than any frozen treat could cool.
Miraculously, I didn’t spill a drop.
His fingers spread against my flushed skin, tightening his grip on my bare flank as he snugs me to his chest protectively. “Are you okay?” His question comes out hoarsely, almost like the words hurt leaving his throat.
“More than ‘okay’,” I murmur, turning a full spoon towards his lips. “Here.”
When he hesitates, I lean closer until my cheek almost brushes his. “I promise, you’ll like it, daddy.”
The corner of his mouth turns up in a wry smile before he drops his chin to let me feed him.
But then his palm lowers from my side to my hip, pulling back just far enough to land a firm smack to my hip.
Electricity arcs through me making me tighten my thighs around his.
“I told you about that,” he says, the tip of his tongue working the creamy droplet from the edge of his mustache.
My knee presses into the foam seat, the only thing keeping me from pushing it against the bulge of his crotch in his snug jeans.
Pulling another bite or two from the emptying cup, I hold the spoon up for him to have another bite.
“See? I told you it’s better with someone else.” My shoulder rocks into his chest as the tractor sways, sending a new wave of heat racing into me.
“You’re right.” It looks like it pains him to say it.
I scrape the bottom of the container, sharing the last bit with him. “Do you know what else is more fun with company?” My hand works up his shirt so I can curl my fingers behind his neck.
