“Here?”He got to his feet, his cock swelling and his chest tight.“You sure?”

She looked around.“Oh yeah.”She pushed her dress to the barn floor and stood in front of him in tiny white panties and white sandals.“I’m totally good here.This is my turf.”

He stripped his shirt off and tossed it at her feet.“You better put this on.”

“You want me to put clotheson?”But she picked it up and pulled it over her head.Then she reached underneath and slid her panties down her legs, kicking them so they landed at his feet.

He leaned over and swept them up, tucking them into his jeans pocket.Then unbuttoned and unzipped those jeans as he stepped forward.He knew she’d already figured out why she needed the shirt, but he said, “Don’t want your back getting all scratched up.”Then he cupped her naked butt in his hands and lifted her.He walked forward until her back was against the stall behind her.“Or splinters in your sweet ass,” he said, pressing into her, his cock against her hot center.“When I take you hard up against the wood.”

“Yes.Oh my God, yes.Please make me get wet every time I walk by a barn stall.”

Well, not something he’d ever thought about doing, but okay.He chuckled.“Can do.”

“But, we should go around the corner,” she said, breathlessly.

“Around…what?”

“I’ve thought about barn sex before, but I didn’t think about having an audience.”Her gaze dropped to the floor behind him.

And the kittens.

Right.

He lifted her and turned them both, carrying them into the next stall.Then he pressed her intothatwood and took her mouth in a hot kiss.She wiggled against him, gripping his hips with her knees, giving him that little moan that fired his blood and made him need her like air.

He curled his fingers into her ass and ground against her.

She reached between them and pushed his jeans and boxers out of the way.She wrapped her hand around him and he groaned, arching instinctively into her fist.

“This is going to be so good,” she said, eagerly.

It was sex in a barn.But…yeah, it was going to be so good.

“Condom in my left pocket.”

“My right hand is full.”

She squeezed him and Josh had to grit his teeth.“Babe, we can do this two ways.Me balls deep with a condom on, or me coming all over your sweet hand and then getting you off another way.I’m good with either.”

Tori jerked her hand away.“Oh no.I want you inside.”

He was torn between laughing and swearing.“Condom.Please,” he said tightly.

She dug in his pocket, pulled it out, ripped it open, and rolled it on.

He gave a sigh of relief even as anticipation tightened his balls to holy-fuck levels.He pulled her hips forward as he thrust, sliding deep and true.

Balls.Deep.

Tori gasped and sighed and then tightened her arms around his neck.“Yes, Josh.”

He tried to move his hands so they were more behind her lower back between her and the hard wood, but it was difficult to hold her that way.

She wiggled.“Josh.”

“Hang on.”He tried to get just one hand between her back and the stall and keep one under her ass.“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not.”