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One press of his finger on the hot bundle of nerves has me bucking against him, but I’m still driving the tractor steadily forward, down the row of strawberries. Not a single berry is damaged by our shenanigans, and I feel myself starting to come.

“No idea how you can drive straight, hon. I can’t keep my eyes focused on anything but you.”

“I’m a multitasker, remember?” I pant, my head falling back against Ren’s chest.

He keeps moving his hands, and I keep enjoying every stroke that takes me higher, closer, until…God. I hit the brakes, and the tractor stops moving. I fall limp against Ren’s chest, my head dropping to the side. A light breeze washes over me as I ride out my climax, and Ren keeps pumping his fingers in and out. I feel him rock harder beneath me, grunting as if my release is his own.

As my breathing slows, I blink my eyes open slowly. “You really outdid yourself,” I tell Ren, feeling the already-deep blush on my cheeks intensifying.

“I feel like you just gave me a new challenge,” he says, smirking.

“Nope. You gave me one.”

I slide off Ren’s lap, leaving him on the tractor seat, hard and desperate. A cool breeze blows across the fields, sending my hair flitting around my face, so I twist it into a knot.

It’s silent out here, save for the quiet trill of a few birds. I catch sight of a bluebird house a few rows down with its tiny hole, which is large enough for the kinds of birds that are important to vines and crops but too small for the types of birds that are predators. But none of that holds my focus like Ren and his hard-on. I reach for his hips and encourage him to turn in the seat to face me.

“Zipper down, cowboy.” I nod. “I know, I know. You’re on a tractor, not a horse. Just indulge me…and I’ll indulge you.”

“Not one to argue when my beautiful woman orders me to unzip my pants.”

Ren obliges immediately. Pants and boxer briefs down around his ankles, he sits ass-naked on the tractor seat and gazes at me. Eyes greedy and wide, I take in Ren’s body. My hands follow, gripping his thighs as I stand closer to the tractor, close enough to lean forward and sweep my tongue over the head of his cock.

Perfect height. They should put that on the tractor ads.

It’s a good thing we’re far away from humanity here in this field because Ren curses and yells my name, not even trying to stifle his reaction to my hands sliding up and down his shaft. “Fuck, Trix.”

I nod and take him fully into my mouth. Ren looks down, his eyes glassy as though mesmerized at the sight of my lips around his rock-hard cock. The expression on his face is worshipful, loving. Just…gone. It’s the most satisfying thing I’ve ever felt to please this man in this way. I loved him when we were younger, but each day I spend with him now makes me realize how much better we are today. The three of us.

Ren comes hard. I close my eyes and swallow every bit of what he gives me. It makes any fears I have about our future slip away for the moment, and I allow myself to stay in the present. That is, except for the tiny part of me that can’t help thinking about a future.

CHAPTER 20

Ren

My luckat poker on the team jet is worse than our performance on the ice a few hours ago. First league game loss, and already fans are posting mean shit. I can’t let it get to me. We have more than eighty games ahead, and one matchup tells us nothing about what’s to come.

“I call your bluff, both of you,” Coach Barrington says, looking at me over his reading glasses. Then he turns to Ludovic and does the same. Even wearing the rectangular granny glasses that highlight the bits of gray at his temples, the man looks formidable. He calculates his chances of winning and then strikes like a viper. It serves us well on the ice, and it’s putting me on notice now in our game of Texas Hold ‘em.

If he’s calling my bluff, it’s because he has a good hand. Either that, or he has the best poker face on the planet.

I don’t know which it is because he’s never joined one of our games before. Normally, he sits at the front of the jet when wetravel and confers with the other coaches. He lets the rest of us take each other’s money and rolls his eyes at our foolishness. “Good thing you guys are well paid because you sure waste a lot of money,” he always says.

But tonight, he’s playing. He lost quickly in the first game, and he hasn’t said much this time, but he keeps throwing chips in the pot and raising a little on each hand. It’s clear he’s played before, even if he’s never played with us. Ludovic tends to stay in until the very end, hoping against hope that the last card will give him a victory. It almost never does.

Ludovic looks at Barrington once more before throwing his cards on the table. “I’m out.”

Barrington turns to me. “What about you, Ren?”

“I’m in. Bet’s to you.”

“Call.”

“Raise you twenty bucks.” I can’t tell anything about his game from the fact that he called. It could mean he has cold feet, or he’s just messing with me. In either case, it only costs me a twenty to push him a little and see what he does.

He throws in a red chip without expression. I’m starting to regret my part in coaxing him to play. For all I know, he has four aces, and I’m about to get my clock cleaned.

“One more round of betting?” he asks, picking up another red chip. “I raise another twenty.”

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