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“Country, the hell you wearin’?”
I don’t answer Clyde right away, more because I’m insanely embarrassed and feel like an idiot, but my reason would just make him laugh at me. I’m also convinced Frank understands my plight when he grunts and steps sideways, bumping my side, causing me to stumble toward my friend.
He’s not going to stand by and let me get away without answering him. With hands on his hips and Stetson gripped within his fingers, he glares as he waits me out. Sighing, I grab his arm to walk us closer to the water.
Then, I bend over and start angrily tugging off my boots and tossing them behind me. “Ignore me. Remy’s girl was makin’ funof my clothes at school today, so I dunno… I just got it in my head to try an’ wear somethin’ a bit more feminine.” As soon as my feet are free, I dig my toes into the cool dirt and pick at my shirt, looking up at him. “Do I look stupid?”
His mouth gapes open and shut a few times, and my shoulders fall in defeat.Shoot. Idolook silly.
“No!” My head jerks back at the vehemence in his voice. Stepping right in front of me, he looks me over while I stand with my hands fisted and arms straight down, pressed against my sides. “You look… Shit, Country… You look stunnin’.”
When his eyes drag up to meet mine, I swallow hard at the memory of him hovering over me a few years ago. When he gave me my firstrealkiss. His compliment makes me feel nervous, so I nudge his shoulder playfully. “You don’t need to gothatfar, Billy.You look nicewould have been fi—”
My throat clenches shut when he reaches up and slides his fingers through my hair to cup the back of my head. His gaze falls down my body once more. I have no clue what he’s thinking, but my breathing falters when his fingers curl, gripping my roots harshly.
His hand in my hair pulls me toward him just as he moves forward and presses his body against mine. “Country…” With a breathless voice, his face leans down to brush his lips across my forehead and down to my temple. My hands move to his waist, and I dig my fingers in when his mouth runs across my cheek before he pulls away, the tip of his nose grazing mine.
As he blows out a slow breath, I feel the air tickle my lips just before he tilts his head to the side and brushes his lower lip against mine. Pulling back for only a moment, he stares at my mouth and whispers, “Your lips are like whiskey. I’m gonna get drunk off of them if you keep tastin’ so sweet, Country.”
Goosebumps crawl up my arms, and I shiver as he kisses me again, this time with more force. His hand yanks my head tolean me back, making me gasp as his tongue slips inside to tease mine. This kiss feels like so much more than the last time we found ourselves like this. He’s got a control over me that makes my feet want to leave the ground and wrap around him, holding on so I don’t float away.
Groaning into my mouth, he attacks my mouth so fiercely that I don’t know how to keep up. “Clyde,” I whisper, then moan when I feel his other hand clenching my shirt, fingers stretching up toward my top button.
“I wanna look at you. Lemme see you, Country.”
My brain misfires over the way he’s begging me. I watch as his tongue trails over his lower lip and tucks into the corner of his mouth, but Idoknow I want this. So, I nod slowly and drop my chin to watch as his hand pressed against the center of my chest starts working to free the buttons, one at a time.
I shiver when he frees his hand from my hair to work at the last few over my stomach. As soon as the last one slips free, his hands graze up my body to my shoulders to push it off, baring my body to him. “Christ, Bets. You’re ‘bout the prettiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
The snort that escapes me is so incredibly un-ladylike, I can’t help but laugh at myself. “You need to shut it,Clyde.You and I both know that ain’t true.”
I don’t think I’ve ever heard him more serious than now. Frowning down at me, he cups my cheeks and makes sure I’m staring right at him. “I think you’re everythin’, Country. You’re fuckin’perfect.”
“I… I don’t know what to say.”
I hiccup with nerves when his hands slip to my neck, his thumbs digging under my chin to lift my face. “Don’t need to say anythin’. Just let me love on you for a bit.”
He drops his head to kiss me again, and I melt against him, wrapping my arms around his head to hold him closer as ourtongues twist together. The way his body moves with mine, it’s like we’re dancing a slow dance together. Clyde’s lower body presses against my stomach, and I can feel how hard he is, his cock pressing against his jeans as he grinds against me.
One arm wraps around my back and he leans over me until I shoot a hand out to find the ground so I don’t fall. I grip the grass as we keep moving, dirt and twigs digging into my shoulder blades as he drops to cover my body. His body rests between my thighs when I hug him to me, our lips never parting.
I tug at his shirt, and he leans away for only a brief moment to tug it over his head, leaving his chest bare for me to run my fingers over. My nails trail over the lines of his muscles, cut from hard work with little scars littered from altercations with his daddy.
When I find a particularly gruesome one, I push myself up to press my lips against the jagged, puckered skin, my heart breaking when he sucks in a quick breath. “You don’t mind ‘em?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head quickly. “I think you’re beautiful.”
I’m not sure what he’s feeling, but his response to my words is strong. Sitting up, he quickly works the button free on my jeans, then grips the waist, along with my panties, tugging them down together until they’re free from my feet. Reaching behind my back, I quickly free the clasp of my bra and within moments, I’m completely naked underneath him.
His fingers dance down my skin, briefly dipping into my belly button before he keeps going lower. With both hands, he spreads my legs wider and lets out a low growl when I’m exposed to him.
I open my mouth to ask if he’s still wanting to keep going, but my teeth snap together when I feel the tip of his finger dip into my pussy, drawing my wetness up to circle my clit. Without taking his eyes from between my legs, he keeps circling that spotwhile he uses his other hand to unbutton his pants and shove them below his ass.
It’s so dark out here that I barely get a chance to see what he looks like before he falls over me, slamming a hand next to my head. Gripping his cock, he kisses me again as he rubs the tip against my folds, getting himself wet with my arousal.
“Please… Can I fuck you, Country?” His voice is broken and raspy as he asks, the head of his cock pushing up against my entrance. My toes and fingers are tingling, almost going numb from how his head is stroking over my clit.
I answer by reaching down and wrap my hand around his that’s fisted around his shaft and guide him toward me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I press the heels of my feet against his ass and lift my hips to let him slip inside.
