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I gasp as he wrenches my jeans open with an intense look on his face, his chest still heaving from his orgasm. He doesn’t bother teasing or making me beg this time, just descends on me like he’s dying of thirst and my cock is an eternal spring. His mouth is hot and wet and insistent, wrapping around me and fucking consuming me. He grunts and growls, his eyes locked on mine as he takes me into his throat over and over again. I was already on the edge, so it doesn’t take long before I’m bowing off the table and screaming his name hoarsely, spilling rope after rope of cum onto his eager tongue.

He releases my wet cock and then grabs my hips to drag me to the edge of the table, slamming his mouth into mine just as desperately as he devoured my cock. We trade tongue-heavykisses, the salty flavor of our cum mingling, panting against each other’s damp, swollen lips. I slide my hands under his shirt again and pet his belly as our kisses slow and Griff eventually pulls away.

“I should go,” he murmurs.

Stay. I bite my tongue against the urge to say it out loud and nod.

Chapter 14

GRIFF

“So, what exactly isa goat lingerie show?” Cole asks the question I think we’ve all been afraid to voice.

Ledger sputters a laugh next to me, his hand brushing against mine as we all make our way into the county fair, the afternoon sunshine beating down on us and the smell of farm animals and fried food mingling in a way that would probably be disgusting to anyone not used to it.

“I don’t know, but aren’t you excited to find out?” Stone seems to be the only one who isn’t mildly disturbed by the possibilities.

“From experience, I’m going to guess it’s goats eating lingerie,” Dare mutters, his lips twisting into a wry smile as he rubs his ass like he’s remembering a phantom injury.

“No way, goatswearinglingerie,” Miller says.

My fingers twitch, brushing against Ledger’s again, and I let the debate about goat lingerie fade into the background as I glance over at him. For three days since he brought up the fair and I suggested coming together, the question of whether this isa date or not has been on a loop in my head. I’ve just been too chickenshit to come right out and ask.

On the one hand, we’re here with my bosses and coworkers. Not exactly the height of romance. I almost laugh out loud at that. As if I know a damn thing about romance.

On the other hand, I did pick Ledger up and kiss him at the door before we got in the truck, and now I’m wondering if I take his hand, will that seal the deal? Will that make this a date instead of just two friendly neighbors enjoying the fucked-up irony of petting a baby pig while eating a corndog together?

“That’s your ‘thinking too hard’ scowl. What’s on your mind, big bear?” he asks quietly, the two of us walking a couple of paces behind everyone else.

I snort and smooth out the furrow in my brow.

“Just disturbed by the idea of goats in lingerie,” I say dryly, sucking in a fortifying breath and reaching for Ledger’s hand. He makes a high, strangled sound that he quickly swallows down. “Is this okay?”

I glance over and he’s smiling widely. His head bounces in a rapid nod and he squeezes my hand like he’s afraid I’ll change my mind and take it back. Butterflies dance in my stomach, and just like the other night when I fumbled over telling Ledger I like him, I feel like I’m a teenager again with my first crush.

We stop to chat with Red and Journey, who brought their alpacas for a small petting zoo, and run into Porter, who had to come by to check out a sick pig before the 4 H competition. Eventually we make our way to the tent with the sign out front advertising the goat lingerie show.

We join the crowd just in time for the show to start. A blond woman with a messy bun and overalls is the emcee, stepping up to the podium with an unhinged kind of smile that seems completely on par with whatever this bizarre event is.

“We’re so excited to have you all here for this special viewing of our faux goat collection,” she announces.

“Whatdid she just say?” Daniel murmurs.

“I could stand here all afternoon telling you about how passionate and creative our design team is, but some things are better seen than talked about.”

“She has to know we’re all dying to know what the fuck this is, right? Make with the tarted-up goats already,” Cole calls out.

Ledger sputters a laugh that he tries to hide by pressing his face into my shoulder, and warmth spreads through my body at his touch.

The emcee doesn’t react, she just keeps smiling as she presses the button on a boom box. Where the hell did she even get that?

“A moment of silence for all the D batteries that are losing their lives tonight because this lady hasn’t heard of a smart speaker.” Ollie mimes the sign of the cross for the fallen batteries and then, “Too Sexy,” of all songs, starts to play through the outdated machine.

“No.” Demitri cackles, falling into Miller with his fit of laughter. “I’m really starting to think we’re going to need to call the authorities. Who punishes bestiality?”

“God,” Ev deadpans.

And then the models finally take the makeshift stage. I breathe a momentary sigh of relief to see that they are in fact human and not goats, but the feeling only lasts for a second before a new horror dawns.

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