you.” He gestured toward the narrow path leading to the tractor barn.
As she walked ahead of him, she wondered what sort of scenario was going through his mind and if it was as X-rated as the one going through hers.
BEN DECIDED HE must be living right. From the minute he’d turned away from the fence to find Molly standing several yards behind him, he’d been trying to figure out how he could get her alone. Pete had handed him the perfect excuse.
But he wasn’t going to mess things up by saying anything incriminating while they made their way to the tractor barn. Noise carried in the crisp air, and ranch hands were in the barn cleaning out stalls while some of the horses exercised in the pasture. The tractor barn was empty as far as he knew, though.
They couldn’t be noisy in there, either. The place echoed like crazy and he figured that sound could possibly be heard in the horse barn. He didn’t want anyone showing up to investigate.
Once they reached the tractor barn, he opened the door for her and she slipped inside. They couldn’t stay long. Her red coat was a beacon that could be glimpsed for miles.
He followed her in and called out. “Anybody here?” The echo came back to him. No response, though. He turned back toward the door, but there was no locking mechanism on the inside.
“What are you doing?” She moved close, almost touching him.
He breathed in her scent and his body responded immediately. “I’m looking for something to wedge the doors shut.”
She left his side to prowl around. “There’s a small workbench over here with a few tools on it.”
“Perfect.” He located a couple of wrenches and jammed one under each of the double doors. “That’s just in case.”
The interior of the barn was dim, but her smile lit it up. “Anyone would think you had plans to do something secretive in here.”
“Anyone would be right.” Unbuttoning his coat as he walked, he closed the gap between them. “You put in your contacts. Anyone would think you were hoping something like this might happen.”
She laughed breathlessly. “Anyone would be right.”
“We can’t stay long, so we have to make every second count. Unzip your coat.”
She pulled off her gloves first and tucked them into her pockets. Then she glanced around as she unzipped the puffy coat. “I don’t see much in the way of a welcoming spot.”
He chuckled. “Except you.” He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her to the back fender of the first tractor in the row.
“Ben!”
“Shh. This place is an echo chamber. No matter what happens, don’t yell, okay?”
“That could be a challenge.”
“You’re up to it.” He pulled off one of her boots. “Unzip your jeans.” He did the same.
“You seem to have this all worked out.”
“I do.” He freed his cock, which was ready for action. “My brain’s been focused on the problem ever since Pete suggested I bring you in here to look at the saddle.”
“Apparently other parts of you are focused on it, too.”
He glanced up and discovered she was ogling his equipment. “I’ve had this problem all day long. You just didn’t know about it.” He took off his coat.
“You’ve been aroused all day?”
“Yep. Every time I looked at you I wanted to drag you into a dark corner and have my way with you.” Reaching around her, he spread his coat on the fender, lining side up. “That’s how you affect me.”
“That’s very flattering.”
“That’s very tough on my package. Now hang on to my shoulders, wrap your legs around my waist, and lift your cute little tush.” When she did, he slid the coat under it.
“I have a feeling you’ve done this maneuver before.”
“Never in a very cold tractor barn.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have taken off your coat.”
“I plan to be plenty warm in a minute, and you need it.” He set her back down so he could pull off her jeans and panties and work one of her legs completely free.
Her breathing sped up as she positioned herself on his coat, wiggling her bare fanny against it. “Kinky.”
“Sorry. You’re not staying there. Hang on to me.” His heart was pounding by the time he slid both hands under her bottom and lifted her off the fender. “Wrap your legs around me again.”
Once she did that, he found her entrance with the tip of his cock and let gravity take care of the rest.
“Mmm.” She closed her eyes.
“I know.” He tightened his jaw against a groan of pleasure.
She opened her eyes and excitement gleamed there. “I feel so decadent.”
“Good. That should make it all the better.” He sucked in air as she squeezed his cock hard. “Easy.”
“You said we had to do this fast.”
“Yeah.” His grin was tight. “But we should have a little bit of fun, first. I’ll lift you up and then you push yourself back down. I have a firm grip on you. You won’t fall.”
“I know I won’t. I trust you.”
“But you will come.”
She held his gaze. “I know that, too.”
“You have to be quiet, though.”
She nodded. “You’re still wearing your hat.”
“No good place to put it. You’re still wearing yours, too.” He smiled. “I kind of like having sex with a woman wearing a red knit hat. I’ve never done that before.”
“And I kind of like having sex with a man wearing a Stetson. I’ve never done that before, either.”
“Then here we go.” He eased her upward and she used the leverage gained from his shoulders to push back down. Dear God. He kept thinking that sex with her couldn’t be as good as he imagined, but then he’d bury himself in her again and realize that, yes, it was just that good.
They established a tempo, one that slowly picked up as if by mutual consent. He watched her eyes darken and her lips part. Neither of them groaned or whimpered.
Even their breathing, though it was rapid, seemed softer. Without words or moans filling the silence surrounding them, the
