Page 95 of Free Agent

My mind was fully changed about a “mudding” event now.

This was very much a good time.

I didn’t get to find out if Tam got her man for the night, because Tatum came and snatched me up. He found us a semi-quiet spot and put a drink in my hand, meeting my gaze with a stern look.

“This your only one, since I see you like to get rowdy. What happened to getting sad drunk?”

I shrugged, laughing. “I don’t know. I didn’t even think beer could get you drunk.”

“Nah baby, beer drunk is the preference in many country ass households across the nation.”

“And I absolutely learned today,” I told him.

“What else did you learn today?”

“Uh, exactly how highly sought-after you are, for one. I got some very dirty looks down there at the trail. Some of them folks thought they might have a chance to take you home tonight.”

He grinned. “Well… I might have a reputation for being available to be taken home at the end of the night at these things.”

“Slut.”

“Oh for sure,” he laughed. “Had to disappoint the fans this year though.”

“Damn right.”

He smirked. “Oh, you just... you think I’m easy, huh?”

“Oh, I’m absolutely getting in your drawers tonight.”

“We can do that shit right now. Come on.”

I was laughing, but Tatum was dead serious.

We danced to a couple songs.

Laughed with a couple cousins.

But it wasn’t very long before we were on the move, trekking to where his ATV had been mostly cleaned up from his trail run. He made sure I was nice and secure behind him, and then we took off, back to the house.

There really wasn’t much talking.

Not much to discuss, and not in a bad way.

After being in the sun all day, drinking, dancing, talking, laughing, we were both just tired. But both very much on board with what we were trying to get into next.

Instead of dropping me off at my room, we both went to his.

Straight to the bathroom where we stripped down, and then got into the shower together.

First was a real wash to get off all the mud and sweat and grime from the day.

Then, once it was just clean, wet skin, Tatum pulled me into him, his hardness pressing into my stomach as he dropped his head down to kiss me.

He was the one with the nasty ass kiss this time, devouring my mouth as he groped my ass. He tasted like beer and bourbon, and I was pretty sure I did too, but it really didn’t even matter.

I was just enjoying being kissed, being groped, being grabbed by the thighs and hefted up against the shower wall, being plunged into as I hooked my legs around his hips.

Getting lazily fucked against the smooth textured shower wall with Tatum’s tongue in my mouth, on my neck, his teeth against my skin, lips on mine.

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