Page 8 of The Hardest Part

“And Kellan?” Archer raised a brow. “Look, I love the guy, but y’all know he can be a moody motherfucker.”

“He is hot, though. My sister said—”

Griffin cut Shiloh off with a scowl. “No one cares, girly.”

“We’re puttin’ her in the room right across the hall from him.” Emily giggled as if their scheming were the answer toeverything. “Kellan’s been waitin’ for her forever. I think he loves her already.”

“You can’t know that.” Shiloh tsked with a dismissive wave.

“Yes, I can. I know my cousin and he was smilin’. Big.”

Shiloh mouthed a silentohhh.

But lunch was almost over and Billy had more important things on his mind. “Wanna go by the barn after school?”

“Yeah.” Emily kissed him. “I do.”

The old red barn stood by the stream, within walking distance of the school, near the edge of town. Belonging to the ranch, the structure had been empty for a very long time. It had become the place to throw a party and dance, to sit around the fire with your friends and a beer, or just hang out with your girl.

Under a warm afternoon sun, they took advantage of the picture-perfect day, watching crystal-clear water tumbling over the rocks as it made its way downstream. His chin resting on Emily’s shoulder, Billy wrapped his arms around her middle, breathing in the scent of her hair. Herbs and sweet wildflowers. Winter was coming, and soon, there wouldn’t be any days left like this.

“I think we’ll be seein’ snow before the weekend.”

“I can almost smell it.” She turned in his arms, her pretty green eyes gazing up at him.

His lips brushed over hers. He pulled her in close, her softness pressed against him sending blood coursing to his dick.Holy fuck. This girl made him crazy.

Kissing Emily as they went, Billy backed her into the barn’s rear door, a hand firmly planted on her ass. Without having tolook, he released the latch and staggering into the very first stall, they fell onto a nest of straw that reeked of the stench of stale beer from the last bonfire party.

It didn’t matter. Because his body embraced hers, fingertips stroking warm, soft skin. For one stolen, precious hour, it was just the two of them.

Emily hooked her leg around him, pushing the aching bulge in his jeans into her belly. With a grunt he couldn’t contain, clutching the fabric of her long-tiered skirt between his fingers, his hand swept up her thigh. Silky panties greeted him. Billy let the skirt go to slide his fingers inside.

He felt for the patch of curls and parted her lips, skimming his knuckles along her slick folds. Emily pulled at his shirt, a squeak coming from her mouth. Sweet, warm breath fanned his neck, the beat of her heart galloping against his chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, teasing her with his finger.

Billy circled the hole, and taking a dip inside, brought it to his nose. “Yeah, baby.”

She stammered, a flush of pink creeping across her cheeks.

“You smell so damn good, I gotta have me a taste.” His mouth watering, he sucked the digit into his mouth. “Divine.”

He’d never done this before and wasn’t sure how to go about it. The only thing Billy knew at this moment was that he had to have her in whatever way he could.

The denim jacket she wore eased down her arms. Tossing it to the side, he pushed her shirt up and kissed the creamy swells of flesh spilling out from the ivory silk. He nipped at her nipples through the fabric, smiling at her whimpers and the stiffened buds he left behind on his way down her tummy.

With the skirt bunched around her waist, he removed her panties, and caressing her thighs, Billy positioned himself between them. Her cunt on display before him, he stared at it inawe. He reached out, the tension leaving his body, and swiped his fingers through her slit. Maybe he couldn’t fuck her with his cock just yet, but he could with his tongue, dammit.

“I’m gonna eat this pretty pussy up, baby,” he said and threw her legs over his shoulders, Emily’s cowboy booted feet dangling behind him. “Make you see stars.”

At least I hope I can. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doin’.

He’d seen videos, heard his friends brag about it—couldn’t be that hard, right?

Her ass cheeks cupped in his hands, he breathed her in and took the first tentative lick at the crease of her thigh. Dainty fingers grasped his forearms. It was his own heart galloping now. His stomach fluttered and his mouth was too dry. But Billy inhaled her deep, and determined, his tongue sought her smooth pussy lips.

He took his time. Long, delicious strokes up and down, his nose grazed her clit with every lap. Her head thrashing on the straw, he glanced up at her. Was he doing it right? Did she like it? It seemed so. Billy relaxed then, licking and suckling on every part of her pussy, caressing her thighs, along her sides, and her nipples.

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