Page 185 of Sin With Me

I stood there speechless for a moment, shocked. This wasn’t good. Whatever Claire was up to, it had to endnow.

“You really shouldn’t do that.” I pointed to her chest.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“You should really leave, Claire.”

“Well, I can’t until this dries, silly. How am I going to ride mybike?”

I removed the shirt off my back and handed it to her. “Here, use this. You can give it back to me another time. But you need to leave now.” My voice echoed through the room. This girl was too much! I pulled my shirt over her head, forcing it onto her, grasped her wrist, and led to the frontdoor.

“I understand you’re busy, Eric. When would be a better time for meto…”

“Never, Claire. What you’re trying to do is not going to work. I’m with Emmanow.”

“How long is Emma staying?” she asked, as I flipped the kickstand up from underneath herbike.

“It depends.” I really wanted to tell her it was none of her business, but that would only add ammunition to her visit.

“Already bored?” She ran her finger down my arm, slightly scraping my skin with her nail. “I’m still here for you, Eric. For anything you need. Anything atall.”

Yeah, the ‘anything’ she’d given to everyone else behind my back. At least that was the word around town. I removed her hand from my agitated flesh, saying, “With all due respect, you have nothing that I’ll ever want. I think you should leave now.” I handed the bike toher.

She sighed, shaking her head as if I had just lied. “She’s not good for you. She’ll leave for her big city, overstuffed purses, and Louboutins. But I’ll be here.” Claire stepped closer, lightly pressing her body against my side arm and kissing my bare bicep. I wanted to pull away, but the way she was standing, locking me between her and the bike, would have caused her to lose balance and knock the buckets of water behind her over. As much as I’d have loved a good laugh, I didn’t feel like filling those up again.

“Here.” She lifted the bag full of muffins from the bike’s basket and hooked them onto my fingers. “At least take these.”

She turned around before I got a chance to refuse, hopped on her bike, and left, yelling over her shoulder, “I hope to see you on Saturday at the dance, Eric. You owe meone.”

What thehell?

After stomping all over my heart, was she seriously expecting a dance fromme?

“A promise is a promise!” she yelled from the front of the driveway, reminding me that it was Claire who had run into Annabelle on the road after my sister escaped, making me indebted to the one person I dreaded. Well, if it was only a dance, it couldn’t hurt and the sooner I fulfilled her request, the better. Now I wished I hadn’t avoided her at the previous fests.

Emma had been gone for better part of the day. I checked on the stew simmering in the crock pot and went to shower, trying to forget about the visit from the wicked witch with my memories of Emma against the glass door. I closed my eyes and nearly felt her body pressed against mine, sliding and writhing in my arms, giving herself to me like she would always be mine. Yes, this was exactly what I needed. Emma. I loved the way she succumbed to my needs, yet drove me crazy by using my body without hesitating to satisfy her own. In fact, I loved everything about her. Her wit and charm, uplifting spirit, and that silky skin that drove me to the brink of my sanity. As my hand drew down to wash the lower part of my body, my cock stood at mast. A simple thought of my Emma, and I was done. I grasped myself, sliding my hand from the root up to the tip and back down again, remembering how tightly Emma’s slick pussy wrapped around me. Her velvety warmth coaxed me as she rocked her hips on me. My rhythm sped up and my cock strained. I could feel energy collecting in my balls, contracting each time a clear vision of naked Emma flashed behind my eyelids. Tugging in shorter spurts, I felt my mouth open and I leaned my left hand against the wall, somewhat supporting my body. My head lolled forward under the shower as the pressure in my groin gave in, exploding outward.

Fuck!

I stroked my cock twice more, letting the last of my release seep out and finally breathed out, my heart going a hundred miles perhour.

“Emma,” I whispered through the falling water, wondering how long I’d been in the shower. When the sound of my truck roared in my ears, I quickly toweled myself dry and slipped into a pair of fresh jeans.

“Emma?” I called walking out of the bedroom. No one answered. Was she still in the truck? As I passed the back door, I noticed Claire’s shirt drying out in the back. I quickly grabbed it and stuffed it into one of the kitchen cupboards. I opened the front door, expecting Emma to come in at any moment, but she wasn’t there or inside mycar.

“Emma? Are we playing hide and seek?” I yelled out, my echo coming back after a few seconds. “Where areyou?”

A trail of hay led from the door of my truck to the barn, and my mouth curved up in a wicked grin. Rushing over, I slid the barn door open and finally found her sitting on a bale of hay, one leg crossed over the other. She slowly uncoiled her legs and spread them apart, giving me a pretty fucking arousing view of her wet pussy, partly covered by a jean seam that cut into her flesh.

“Well, well. Looks like you lost your way into the house.” I took in her Daisy Duke shorts, which I was sure would show the under curves of her ass if she stood, cowboy boots, and the see-through brassiere. Her braid fell loosely to the top curve of her cleavage, most likely tickling her there. With her knees still spread apart, she leaned back on her elbows. I could see the crotch of her shorts dig into her pussy lips and felt a swell of energy drive right into my cock. Already I wished I was between her legs. If this outfit didn’t get a guy going, nothing would.

“I’m going to ask this once, Cowboy,” she said in a stern voice. For a moment I wasn’t sure whether she was playing or not, and I decided to treat her tone seriously.

“All right.”

“Have you ever had a girl in your barn? In this barn?” she asked.

I wondered for a moment where the question was coming from, and it didn’t take me long to figure out the culprit.

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