Page 9 of One Heated Summer

Jensen held me close against his hard body and we huddled together in the dim light while the storm raged outside, a relentless reminder of the harsh reality people in these parts faced. When I began trembling in fear, Jensen pulled me into his lap and I buried my head against his chest.

"I've never seen anything like this," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and awe. On the coast it was usual to have storms, even the occasional hurricane, but dust thickening the air, making it hard to breathe, was much more frightening.

"It's been a tough season and the dust is worse because of the drought," Jensen whispered close to my ear. "We'll get through this, we've faced worse in the past."

As the hours dragged on, and the storm showed no sign of letting up, Jensen spoke more about his past and peppered me with questions to keep my mind off the situation we were in. The closeness of our shared predicament seemed to bring us closer, and I felt a deep connection forming between us.

Jensen looked into my eyes, his expression serious yet tender. "I know moving out here has been a huge challenge for you but you’re stronger than you realize. I…um…hope you might consider staying on."

His words touched me deeply, and I found myself leaning in, our lips meeting in a tentative kiss. The kiss deepened, teeth clashed, and tongues tangled. Shivers of want washed over my body and prickles of desire ignited every cell. Something had changed between us, was it the adrenaline caused by the storm fueling our passion? Our confinement in the barn, the closeness, blossomed into an intimacy that neither of us could deny.

Jensen lifted me from his lap and laid me on the bed of straw. I gazed up into his eyes—wanting…craving…whatever was on his mind was churning within.

His hands roamed over my body, igniting a fire that burned away the remnants of the storm's chill. Our breath mingled in the small space, each touch and caress deepening our connection. The barn, which had initially seemed so desolate and foreboding, now felt like a sanctuary where only we existed.

Jensen's lips trailed down my neck, sending shivers along my spine. His touch was both tender and urgent, as he plucked open the buttons of my shirt, revealing the black lacy bra beneath.

“Fuck, Harlyn, you’re gorgeous.” Jensen expertly released the front clasp and the bra fell aside, his large, calloused hands encompassed both breasts, kneading the flesh before plucking at my painfully hard nipples. “Just fucking gorgeous.”

I squirmed and moaned, my fingers clutching at his thick hair with vice-like force when he lowered his mouth to first one nipple, then the other. Sucking, nipping, without mercy until I was almost ready to orgasm. I arched into him, craving more of the sensations that overwhelmed my senses, and dragged my fingers over his scalp. When he took his lips and hand from my breast and sat back, I protested…Loudly.

“I need…more, Jensen. I need you,” I begged breathlessly.

“Relax, darlin’, I’ll take care of you.”

Jensen slowly unzipped my jeans and paused to remove both boots and socks, tossing them off to the side. The expression in his hooded eyes was one of pure, unadulterated desire. He moved with a deliberate slowness, savoring each second as he stripped away the layers that separated us. Every touch, every look, was a promise of the passion that was to come.

Jensen's fingers moved to the hem of his shirt, and with one swift motion, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. His boots, socks, and jeans followed, his movements confident and purposeful. My gaze roamed over his well-defined chest and abs, the hard lines of his muscles bathed in the soft glow of the dusty light. His thick dick stood tall and proud…at the ready. Clothed, he was droolworthy. Naked, Jensen was a work of art that all men should aspire to replicate.

Chapter Six

Jensen

I lowered over Harlyn, our bodies melting together as we shared a deep, passionate kiss. When I lifted to kneel at her side, Harlyn again protested.

“Patience, darlin’, I’ll take care of you.”

My hands roamed over her curves, caressing every inch of silky-soft flesh, causing goosebumps to erupt in their wake.

Harlyn sighed with pleasure at my touch. While my fingers circled both rosy nipples, now peaked and pebbled, I took a moment to admire her beauty sprawled out before me. Her eyes sparkled with desire as they met mine.

Turning my hungry gaze to her most intimate area, I licked my lips in anticipation. She quivered beneath my touch when I fondled the lips of her pussy. She was warm, wet, ready for me when I slid a finger deep inside.

“Jensen, now,” Harlyn begged.

I lowered myself onto the bed, skin against skin, our hearts beating as one. From the first moment I’d laid eyes on Harlyn, her eyes shooting fire when I teased her, I’d wanted this moment. We were connected…How? I had no idea, but even after two years with Clara, I’d never felt the way I did in that moment.

Moving my body over hers, I positioned myself at her entrance, hesitating for a moment. Harlyn’s hands rested on my shoulders and she smiled.

“Jensen, I’m not fragile. Please…I need you.”

“I tested a few months ago, I’m clean,” I advised.

“I tested after Finn and I’m on the pill,” Harlyn informed.

Keeping my eyes fixed on Harlyn’s, I slid deep inside and she arched, bringing our bodies closer.

“Fuck…you feel so good,” Harlyn moaned.

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