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She walked to the ladder, stared up at the hayloft, took a deep breath, and climbed up. When she reached the top, she glanced around and saw him lying on a bale of hay with one knee bent, and his hat covering his face.

“Colt?”

He removed his hat, sat up, and looked at her.

“Is something wrong?” he asked her.

“No.” She walked to a bale beside him and sat down. “I wanted to see how you were doing.”

“I’m fine.”

Chelsea shook her head. “No, you’re not. You had a tough time at the funeral.”

Colt swallowed hard and looked away from her, then shook his head.

“I loved him like a father. A father I never had.”

She touched his arm. “Tell me.”

He huffed. “My mother never wanted kids, so when she got pregnant, my father had to have someone watch her constantly until an abortion was no longer possible. He didn’t trust her to not have one. Once I was born, she never took care of me. Either my dad or a babysitter did. All my mother wanted to do was get high. She was into some heavy drugs and my father had enough and left her, taking me with him. I was happy to go. I was ten, I think. Anyway, a car hit us head-on, killing him instantly. I wasn’t hurt since I was in the backseat, but when they returned me to my mother, she told them she didn’t want me, so child protective services came to get me, she didn’t even fight for me.”

“I’m so sorry. I can’t comprehend that.”

“I’m fine now. But when you’re a little kid, you can’t understand what’s going on. Anyway, I went to a foster home. Being ten, not many people were interested in adopting me. I hated the people I lived with, so I ran away. Of course, they found me, took me back, but I ran away again. Every chance I got; I ran away. I went from one foster home after another until I was seventeen. I’d had enough and this time, I left the state.”

“Montana?”

“Idaho. I decided to head for Canada. I had big dreams for when I got there, but I ended up here. I thought the driveway was a road, and I’d be able to find a place to sleep for the night. It was daylight yet, so I walked up the road and came to a beautiful farmhouse.” He shook his head. “I stood there staring at it in awe when I heard this booming voice coming from the porch, saying, are you going to stand there and stare at the house or come up and sit on the porch with us? I saw Mr. and Mrs. Cotton sitting on the swing. I turned around to leave and Tricia asked me if I was hungry. Needless to say, I was starving. I said I was, and she fed me. I’ve been here ever since. I loved them both. They treated me how a child should be treated. They knew I was underage and a runaway, but somehow, Mr. Cotton let the authorities know where I was, and I was staying with them. He had enough pull to make it happen.” Colt shrugged. “I’ll miss him every day.”

Chelsea put her arm around his shoulders and leaned her head against his arm. She didn’t say anything, just sat with him. After a few minutes, she sat up, and looked at him. He turned to look at her and their eyes met and held. She saw him look at her lips, then back into her eyes. She leaned forward and kissed his lips, making him inhale sharply. She didn’t give him time to say anything as she cupped his lightly whiskered cheeks in her hands and pressed her lips to his again.

She gasped when he lifted her and pulled her across his lap. She straddled him, and moved against him as she kissed him. She raked her nails down his chest to the bottom of his T-shirt and lifted it over his head, dropping it to the floor, then she unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and lowered the zipper. She moved her hand inside of his jeans to wrap her fingers around his cock, and it grew in her hand, making him groan.

Colt lifted her T-shirt over her head, dropped it, unclasped her bra, and placed his mouth over her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. She raked her fingers through his thick hair. She slid from his lap, stood, kicked off her boots, removed her jeans and panties and stood naked in front of him. As he stared into her eyes, he pushed his jeans down past his knees. He reached out and pulled her onto his lap again with his cock standing up between them. He moaned when she wrapped her fingers around him again.

“Get a condom,” he muttered as he handed her his wallet.

She took the wallet from him, removed a condom, and tossed the wallet onto a haybale, then she ripped open the packet, removed the condom, and rolled it down over his engorged cock. She straddled him, then lowered herself onto him.

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Her fingers dug into Colt’s shoulders, urging him on while her mouth sought his in a desperate kiss. He growled and nipped at her lower lip, as he pumped into her. She was so damn hot and tight, squeezing him like a fist as she rode him harder. He held onto her while he stood, turned and placed her on her back on the haybale.

His hips met hers in a rhythm, driving deep inside her with each thrust. Every time they connected, they both groaned loudly; the sound echoing through the barn. His hands gripped her hips hard, leaving red marks on her skin that would later remind her of this for days to come.

Her nails dug into his back as he took her even harder. She thrust her hips against him, urging him on. He took her lips in a hard kiss as he felt her muscles clenching around his cock, and she screamed into his mouth.

Colt drove into her and when she came again, he joined her, groaning against her lips as he came hard. He took deep breaths as he lifted his head and put his face against her neck. Her fingers sifted through the ends of his damp hair.

Colt got up, found their clothes and handed hers to her, then quickly dressed. He stared at her still lying there.

“Why the hell can’t I stay away from you?” He walked to the opening in the floor and climbed down the ladder without looking at her again. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Start thinking with the head on your shoulders when she’s around,” he muttered.

He knew this time came from their emotions, but decided it was best to stay the hell away from her as much as he could. He knew they could never have any type of relationship, other than boss and employee.

Chapter Five

As Chelsea drove into town, she smiled at the hustle and bustle of people milling about. The town thrived during the summer months thanks to the Clifton Bed and Breakfast and the Bur Oak Guest Ranch in Spring City. People came from all over just to visit the small towns, and many fell in love with them and ended up moving there permanently.

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