Page 110 of That Moment
“What the hell was that about?” Juniper has a knowing look on her face… they all do.
“She just needed some air.” I smile, giving them nothing. I wait just long enough not to make it obvious, then follow.
The barn’s dark except for the faint string lights bleeding through the cracks in the wood. The air’s cooler in here, and it’s quieter; the sounds outside are slightly muffled.
Adrienne’s halfway across the space when I step inside. She stops when she hears the door creak, glancing over her shoulder. Before she can say anything, I catch her wrist.
“Scotty—”
I pull her to me. Hard. Her breath catches just before my mouth crushes hers. It isn’t gentle. It’s a damn storm breaking loose. I pour out every ounce of jealousy, frustration, need I’ve been choking down since the second she laughed off that single comment.
She gasps, but her hands are already gripping my shirt, pulling me closer.
“You’re out of your mind,” she breathes against my mouth, but she’s kissing me back like she wants to drown in it. “The door isn’t even fully closed.”
“Maybe,” I rasp, kissing her again, rougher. My thumb slides under her jaw, tilting her head just right. “But you’re not single.” Her lips part, like she wants to argue, but I don’t let her. Mymouth drags down her throat, tasting the salt of her skin. “Why didn’t you say anything back there?”
She doesn’t answer. Just exhales shakily, her body arching toward me.
“You should’ve,” I murmur. “You should’ve told them who the hell you belong to.”
“Scotty—”
“No,” I cut her off as I pressed her back against the barn wall. The sound of the crowd outside growing louder with laughter for a second. “You think I’m gonna stand there and listen to people talk about you like you’re fair game? That you don’t already have someone who’d tear the world apart for you?”
Her pulse flutters under my palm when I slide my hand up her thigh, pushing the hem of her skirt higher.
“Maybe you need a reminder.”
Her breath stutters. “They could hear us.”
“Probably.” My mouth grazes her ear, my fingers sliding between her legs, under the thin lace. “But that’s not going to stop me.” I tip her chin toward me. “Look at me. You’re not single. I’m the one you think about when you touch yourself. The one who makes you fall apart with one hand.”
Her knees nearly give out when my fingers find her slick and ready. I groan, dragging my thumb over her clit. “Jesus, baby. Already wet for me?”
She shivers, hands fisting in my shirt.
“You know what I thought tonight?” I whisper, lips brushing her temple. “When I told you we were here together, I thought that made it pretty damn clear who you were with. Who you belonged to.”
She whimpers when I push two fingers inside her, my other hand braced against the base of her throat. The rhythm’s slow at first, teasing. “But maybe I need to spell it out.”
Her breath comes faster, her hips rolling against my hand.
“Say it,” I growl, my forehead pressed to hers. “Say you’re mine.”
“Scotty—”
I pull back, fingers still buried inside her, but holding still. “Not until you say it.”
She glares, panting, trembling.
“Say. It.”
Her voice breaks, a whisper caught on a moan. “I’m yours.”
The sound of it damn near undoes me.
“Again.”
