Page 49 of Love You Too

“No, I liked it.”

“Really?”

I nod. “Coming from you, it’s sweet. Please always call me that when you feel the urge.”

After only a couple hours on a farm, I feel myself starting to shed some of the ropes that keep me tied in place. It feels good, and I love that Ren is a part of it.

Handing Ren my phone, I survey the farm. “Would you snap a photo or two of me, you know, so I can remember this when I need some inspiration?”

“I’ll do you one better.”

“What do you mean?”

“Start ‘er up.” He points to the tractor, and I turn the key. The beast rumbles to life, and I test out the gas and the brake. Moving slowly, I start down one of the rows of corn, and Ren promptly jogs along with me, snapping action photos of me driving the tractor and shooting some video.

After driving to the far end of the property, I slow down the tractor and pull to a stop. Ren catches up in a few paces, more refreshed than winded from running. I slide over on the seat and flutter my lashes. “Wanna come up?”

As soon as I say the words, I feel silly. I mean, Ren has been amazing to indulge my farm fantasy, but I’m acting like we’re a couple. And we’re not.

Ren confirms my fears as he surveys the rounded seat that’s most definitely fit for one and shakes his head. “Don’t think I’ll fit.”

“Right. Of course. Forget about it.”

He winks. “Unless you want to sit on my lap.” As Ren steps up and slides onto the seat, I stand so he can move underneath me. I stopped the tractor at about the farthest point from the farmhouse, long outside the range of sight of anyone looking. Accident? Nope. Ren pulls me onto his lap, and I shimmy hard against him, just in case my intentions need explaining.

I want to have some farmyard fun. “Are you comfortable with me right here?” I move again, slower this time. Ren’s cock doesn’t need to be told twice that this is an erotic bicycle built for two.

“You wanna get fucked on a farm?” he asks, his voice a lowrumble. Sexy and hot. “Is this a fantasy of yours or more of a spur-of-the-moment thing?”

I laugh and flip my hair over my shoulder. Ren nuzzles my neck and lets his hands roam over my thighs, where he pushes my skirt up around my waist.

“This is why you wanted to ride the tractor?” he rasps into my ear, and my body shivers from his breath on my skin. “I could do this all day long just to hear the way your breath hitches when I run my hand up your leg.” He demonstrates, and I gasp on cue. “Scratch that. I’d do it forever. Full stop.”

“Really? I’m not saying no, even though my plan was just to be a cowgirl for a few minutes.”

He laughs. “You realize that cowgirls ride horses, not tractors, right?”

“Do you really want to mince words when I’m sitting on your hard-on?”

“Oh, honey, I want to do everything with you.”

He hikes me a little higher on his lap, but my foot can still reach the pedal. I give the tractor a little gas, and we start moving forward. “I’m taking it slow here, just making sure I can control this thing with your hands where they are.”

“Afraid of getting distracted?” he whispers low against my neck, fully distracting and thrilling me. Fortunately, this metal beast seems to top out at five miles an hour. At least, that’s how it feels as we roll slowly through a field planted with strawberries in neat lines.

“I don’t want to run over any of these berries.” My eyes stay glued to the row ahead of us, even as Ren lifts my skirt a little higher so it’s bunched on my lap. “Hmm, nice breeze,” I murmur, barely able to focus on driving.

The feel of him hard beneath me has me at a loss for words. I’m done talking, fully focused on his finger sliding beneath the elastic of my panties where it meets the top of my thigh. I lean back against Ren, but my challenge is keeping the tractor movingsteadily forward. I’m getting off on the multitasking, not gonna lie. One hand stays on the steering wheel, and the other drops to Ren’s leg, where my fingers grip him hard.

“Nice quads, Hockey Star.”

“I try,” he grunts as I shift again on his lap. “Fuck, honey, you’re gonna make me come if you keep moving like that.”

I laugh and shake my hair out the way he likes. It blows against the side of Ren’s neck, and he grips me tighter. I’m overcome with the feeling of wanting him closer, wanting him permanently. The more time I spend with Dominick Renaldi, the more lost I feel to him. It’s a cascading waterfall I can’t possibly control.

Right now, feeling him hard beneath my thighs, holding one hand against my stomach where our child is growing by the day, I only want this.

“Ren…” My voice sounds brittle as Ren moves his finger past the elastic of my panties and into the hot wetness that makes him groan against my ear. One finger, then two. He moves them slowly in circles against my flesh, paying extra attention to my clit. He knows it makes me go crazy.

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