Page 30 of Promise Me Never

Just as I’m about to exit the app a DM from him pops up.

Miss you

How’s life on the farm?

It’s a ranch and it’s good

It must be keeping you busy since you’ve forgotten how to text

It’s definitely keeping me busy

Got the stitches out of my forehead

Good

Don’t forget to use the vitamin e oil to avoid scarring

I think it’ll be okay, it’s pretty light

No one’s going to hire a girl with a scar on her face, no matter how smart she is

I’m leaving his ass on read for that. I plug my phone into the charger that stays in Grandpa’s office and head out to the goat pasture. Since being back here I’ve taken over caring for them.

Rose and Sophia reach me first as I close the gate behind me. Dorothy is next, although she’s less inclined to come for pets, she’s more interested to see if I have snacks. I pull a baby carrot out of the bag in my pocket and slip one to her. I drop down into the grass and give them scratches and carrots until they calm down. Blanche is not in the mood for me, so she stays over by their barn while the other three lie down around me.

There’s almost no breeze today, and the sun is shining so bright I realize I forgot to put sunscreen on. I stand up to go grab some but notice there are a couple bare spots on the barn floor where there should be hay, so I head over to the stables to grab a bale for them.

Luckily the four-wheeler is available when I get over there, so I don’t have to carry the bale all the way across the yard to the goats. I go ahead and grab two bales, one for the hay feeder and the other for flooring so we keep the girls nice and comfortable.

Their happy bleats follow me as I set about making their barn a little homier. I get excited when I see Blanche running my way. She usually only likes the men on the farm. Maybe I’m winning her over.

Then I feel Luke’s unmistakable presence at my back as he pulls me behind the partially open barn door. He presses my front into the wall as his lips ghost over my shoulder. I arch my back, rubbing my ass against his pelvis.

“Do you know how fucking sexy it was to see you hauling hay over here? These shorts should be fucking illegal.” He palms my ass and squeezes.

He feels a little feral at my back, and I love it. I need more. I tilt my head back to rest against him as I soak in this rare moment. He grips my neck, directing my head to turn so his lips can slant over mine. After he’s had his fill of my mouth, he breaks our kiss.

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Going out for dinner with Grams.” I turn in his arms, so I can slip my hands under his t-shirt and feel his skin against my palms.

He groans and presses his forehead against mine. “Text me when you get home.”

“What for?” I say in between kisses. “Peace of mind or booty call?”

He pushes off the wall and smirks at me. “Guess you’ll have to wait and find out.”

“Or I could not text.” I smirk back at him. “Because you’re not my daddy.”

“Careful, Sunbeam. You might get spanked if you keep sassing.”

Heat blooms across my chest at the sweet nickname, and desire pools between my thighs. That is something I never considered before. Spanking. Hair pulling. Biting. Maybe I should open the door to that.

“Am I supposed to be scared?” I sass.

“If we were smart, we’d both be.” Blanche steals his attention by head butting his thigh. He reaches down and scratches behind her ear, smiles, and walks off like he didn’t just make me all sorts of horny.

I look down at Blanche who watches him go with a forlorn look on her face. She was definitely named correctly. “You’re a hussy, you know that?” I tell her as I walk out of the barn.

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