Page 116 of Freshmeet
Carefully, I climbed the old wooden stairs to the loft. The smell of hay and animals was thick in the air, despite the barn no longer being in use. Tom stored his cars, motorcycles, and other vehicles in this barn. A newer structure on the other side of the property housed the farming equipment.
“Are you taking me to a hookup spot?” Sarah giggled behind me when she saw the studio apartment set up in the open space.
“Kind of.” I laughed, closing the door. Leading her to the small couch crammed under the window, I turned on the AC unit. The old thing rumbled to life, blowing slightly cooled air. “This is where I lived after graduation.” For some reason, I was nervous to show her my first place. Sarah came from money. Her clothes, car, and the fact that she went on a trip to France as a graduation present told me everything I needed to know. Hell, normal people don’t talk about getting cut off like her and her friends do.
Laura was a rich girl too, so I knew exactly how big of a wedge money could be in a relationship. There were times when it was clear she was settling, even if she never said a word. When I couldn’t afford college right after graduation, that was the final straw.
I chewed the inside of my cheek as Sarah appraised the space with a soft smile on her lips. When her gaze came back to me, I released a relieved breath. There was no judgment on her face, only a kind of awe. “You did this all on your own?”
Nodding, I glanced around the room, trying to see it from her perspective. “Tom helped, and his parents let me stay here in exchange for renovating the space, but yeah. I drew up the plans and did most of the work myself.”
“That’s—” She shook her head. “I could never have done something like this.” She strolled toward me, her fingertips grazing the edges of the furniture she passed. Stopping inches from me, she finally looked me in the eye. “You’re amazing, Connor.”
My chest ached in the best possible way. In an “I’m too full of amazing feelings” way.
Tracing her bottom lip with my thumb, I stepped closer, torturing us both by keeping a little space between our bodies. Her back bowed toward me, her suit coat brushing against my shiny black shirt as she placed her hands gently on myshoulders. Without my heels, I towered over Sarah. In them, there was no way to comfortably kiss her. “I might need to take off the shoes.”
Her brow furrowed thoughtfully. “I suppose you do, but I think I finally understand fuck-me heels.” She tilted her head, her gaze falling to the red pumps. After a deep sigh, her glassy eyes met mine. “Do what you need to do.” The hint of wistfulness in her voice made me chuckle.
I toed off the shoes, dropping down to a more reasonable height. “You really like the heels?”
“You didn’t see your ass in them.”
I barked out a laugh. Sarah wasn’t always so upfront with her thoughts, so I appreciated being one of the chosen few who got to experience the real her.
“I promise to keep them handy.”
“Please do.”
We swayed into each other, my fingers tracing the lapels of her jacket, but it wasn’t enough. Touching her had become a compulsion that was impossible to fight. I was drawn to her warmth, her softness. Cupping her face, I dragged my thumbs through the makeup and goo on her cheeks. “You are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
She dipped her chin as if she was embarrassed, but kept her eyes on me. Those blues sucked me in, and I knew I’d never be able to look away. I was done for.
“I’ve got to say, you wear that color better than I do.” Her hold tightened around my biceps, and she tugged me forward, her lips crashing into mine, breaking our standoff.
I brought her body flush against mine, knocking the top hat right off her head. Struggling to feel her through the giant blazer, I cupped where her ass should be, but got a handful of cheap polyester instead. Breaking our kiss, I attacked the buttons on the oversized suit coat.
Sarah laughed, swatting away my hands. “You’re going to pop a button.” Taking a couple of steps away, she faced me, toying with the top one. I stared at her thumb and pointer finger, begging them to move. Finally, the lapels parted, and she dropped the jacket to the ground, revealing a sexy little summer dress.
Her fingers walked up to the zipper on her side, and she stopped. “Ahem.” When she was sure she had my attention, she lifted her chin. “I’m gonna need you to lose the shirt.”
“Done.” I clumsily jerked it over my head, leaving me bare-chested in shiny leggings. Leggings, which apparently did things for my ass.
Noted.
“Your turn.”
She smiled, her smudged lips looking like she really might be deceased. Different shades of purple and blue and dried fake blood speckled across her full cheeks completed the postmortem effect.
But did any of that keep me from wanting to fuck her into tomorrow?
No, not even a little bit.
There was a little tug, and then a violent yank. Sarah’s coy smile twisted, and she tried to use both hands to no avail. “It’s just—” She spun in a circle mumbling, trying to find the right angle to get at the zipper. Her hair fell into her face, and she blew out a breath, glancing at me over her shoulder with her fingers still gripping the tab. “Stuck.”
“Let me try.”
She dropped her hands, lifting the arm above the zipper to give me space to work. I bent over to take a look and realized I needed to be a little closer. Dropping to my knees, I found exactly where the fabric was stuck in the track and easily yanked it out, allowing the zipper to smoothly slide down.
