Page 113 of Bourbon and Secrets

I can’t hold on to her tight enough, and she must feel the same because, without thought, I lift her up and her legs wraparound my waist. She runs her nose along my neck and nips, firing off every need and desire to claim her as mine.

“Too many layers on, Peach,” I say, mumbling over her lips.

She starts laughing, and it’s easily one of my favorite sounds. Dragging her lips along my jaw and down my throat, she says, “You know it’s winter outside and you’re topless in here?”

“I wasn’t sure when you were going to show up, so I’ve been like this for days.”

She barks out a laugh as I pull her sweater up and over her head.

With just a tank on beneath and her hair wild, I cup her face with both hands. “You didn’t let me tell you. You said I love you and then left. Like the ultimate mic drop.”

She smiles against my lips, brushing her tongue against the seam of mine—so eager to get to what she wants. I move us off the wall and down toward the far end of the stables. We move past where Dottie grazes on hay. As she licks up the side of my neck, it sends a rush straight down my spine and to my cock. “Where are you taking me right now, Foxx?”

When we reach the farthest room, I put her down on the counter that runs the length of the space. “You realize this is a barn and not a rickhouse?”

“Just a small storage space for a little while. I’ve been trying something new with my specialty batch.” When she looks around the space, she spots one of the label mock-ups that Laney had dropped off earlier.

Holding it up, she smiles, her eyes brightening as they flick between mine. She reads the label aloud, “Foxx & Peach.You named a bourbon after us?”

I move away from her and pluck an open bottle from the rack that had been used for tasting earlier today. I could have kept this at the distillery, but I didn’t want to be far from here. “I needed to know the minute you were back. So I took over thespace. I could keep an eye on Kit and Dottie, get some work done while the girls are at school, and wait patiently for you.”

I take a sip from the bottle, tasting the Peach immediately as the bourbon hits my tongue. It’s almost as delicious as the one in front of me.

She smiles as I swallow, watching my throat work the bourbon down. The way she looks at me, like she wants me so fucking badly, is something I’ll never get over. “You’re obsessed with me,” she teases as her hands drag down my chest and move toward my belt.

“Yeah, baby. I’m obsessed with you.” I nip at her lips. “That okay with you?”

“Mmhmm,” she hums. “I want some of that.”

She unbuckles my belt as I pull down the front of her tank, her tits spilling over the pink bra she has on. But I’m not feeling patient right now as I yank the bra down so I can see exactly what I want to wrap my mouth around.

“You can have some when I say you can.”

Her eyes widen at hearing the way we’re going to play. She pushes her chest forward, waiting for what I’m going to ask of her. “Push those pretty tits together for me.”

She does exactly as I ask, palming the sides of both and gripping them tightly together.

I suck in a breath, groaning. “Fuck, look at you.” Leaning forward, I grip her waist and run my tongue right through the deep cleavage she’s making. “There’s only one way you’re allowed to drink bourbon when you’re with me, Peach.”

She smiles, and then like the good fucking girl she is, she opens her mouth, tongue out, as I take a pull from the bottle and give her exactly what she’s asked for—a shot of our Foxx & Peach bourbon.

Her eyes open and lock onto mine as she smiles. “I love this.”

“Good.” I smile back. “I love you.”

She lets the bit that’s escaped her mouth dribble down her chin and right onto her tits. Licking along its path, I moan against her skin. I pull her hips closer to the edge of the counter she’s perched on and roll her leggings down.

“Hold on to me.”

As I lift her ass to work them off the rest of the way, she loops her arms around me. I kneel and toss them across the room, pushing her knees wider so I can smell what’s mine. Whipping off my glasses, I graze my nose up the center of her pussy, and she shivers. “You’re so wet, baby.”

She lets out a tinkling laugh. “I get wet just thinking about you, Foxx.”

I stand and flip my jeans open, ripping the zipper down with it. Shoving my boxer briefs down, I grip my cock. “As much as I want to drink every drop you’ve made for me, I need that pretty pussy wrapped around my cock right this fucking minute.”

“Foxx?”

Spitting on my hand, I jerk my cock twice before I drag it along her slit. “Yeah, baby?”

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