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I’m about to slip a hand inside her shirt when I hear voices.

Familiar voices that belong to some of the ranch hands from the horse barn. No doubt they’re coming up here to grab their paychecks.

It’s agony breaking the kiss, but I’m not about to let those guys ogle my girl.

I also can’t fuck her against this door, much as I’d like to.

My chest is heaving as I grab Lainey’s hand. “With me.”

I’m not sure the instruction makes sense, but she must get the gist of it because she doesn’t protest when I pull her over to my truck.

My hands are shaking so bad that I drop the keys when I try to unlock the doors. I lean down to scoop them up, but Lainey beats me to it.

She holds up the keys and smiles at me. “Am I allowed to give you a lecture about words to the wise and how there’s no rushing on the ranch?”

“Not when I’m in a rush to get you naked.”

Cupping my hand in hers, she drops the keys into my palm. “That’s fair.”

I lean in and kiss her, because I’m allowed to do that now. “In the truck, honey.”

I peel out of my parking spot and head away from the office. No clue where we’re headed. Do I fuck her in the back seat? Shit, Dean spilled his water bottle this morning, so the upholstery’s probably still wet back there.

My place? Hers?

I hit the brakes when the old pole barn comes into view. Not gonna be empty for much longer—Billie’s claimed it as the new headquarters for her animal therapy program.

I always keep a blanket in the back.

I glance at Lainey. She glances at the bulge in my jeans.

“Yes.”

Because of course she’s down for an adventure. And I don’t have to wonder if she’s saying yes just because it’s what I want to do. She’s too honest for that. I’d also like to think I’ve made her feel comfortable enough—important enough—to tell me how she really feels.

So I make the turn and throw the truck in park, leaving my hat on my seat.

Lainey giggles as she follows me inside the barn. It still smells a little musty, but that doesn’t seem to deter her.

We make quick work of climbing the rickety ladder up to the loft.

Lainey smiles as she takes in the familiar, cozy space, complete with windowed dormers that let in floods of autumn light.

I throw down the blanket, reach for Lainey, curling an arm around her waist so I can pull her in for a kiss.

She melts into me as I slant my mouth over hers. I finally get to be the one to bite her bottom lip. She moans, tearing at my shirt.

Then we’re a frenzy of mouths and limbs and clothes flying everywhere. She yanks off my belt, which lands with a thud on the floor. I pull down her jeans. Make sure I grab the condom from the pocket of my jeans before they go too.

Shoes, shirts, underwear. All discarded in haphazard piles around us.

We’re on the floor. I’m covering her body with mine as I glide my tongue over hers, my dick brushing the soft skin of her belly. I roll onto my back and take her with me. She knows just what to do and straddles my hips, her hands on my chest.

My lungs stop working as she takes the condom from me and sits up, rising onto her knees, which allows me an unobstructed view of her nakedness. She’s all milky-white skin and softness. Her nipples are hard, her tits a little fuller on the bottom in a way that makes me wanna die. Her piercing glints in the sun.

I coast my hands up her sides, stopping to thumb her nipples. Her breath catches. My hands move south. When I use my thumbs to part her cunt, she bites her lip.

Dipping my thumb into her entrance, I find the arousal I’m looking for. I spread it over her center, stopping to circle her clit.