“Great. Hop over.”
Only the third time jumping a fence in my life, and this time it was to sit on a gorgeous woman’s lap while we rode a tractor.
It was possibly the gayest thing I’d ever done.
I went over the fence, landing softly in the dirt. I rubbed my hands on my thighs and swallowed hard as Pris smirked. She held out her hand, and I took it, letting her lead me over to the tractor.
It was big and green and looked important, which made me nervous. But she opened up the door to the windowed cabin and climbed up with ease, taking a seat and then holding her hand out. I took it and she pulled me up like I weighed no more than a feather.
My cheeks burned as I settled on her lap, becoming all too aware of the way our bodies fit together. It was a tight squeeze with us both in the closed-in space.
“Are you sure this is okay?” I mumbled.
“Yep,” she chuckled, shutting the door.
“Okay,” I whispered.
I was really sitting on her lap. One arm looped around my waist, holding me tight against her as she reached around with the other and turned the tractor on. It came roaring to life, the entire world rumbling around us.
“What are we harvesting?” I asked over the thrum of the engine.
“Winter wheat,” she called. “We’ll do a couple rows and head back inside for lunch, or else Boone will track us down.”
All I could do was nod, a yelp leaving me as the tractor lurched forward. I squeezed my thighs together, realizing that this definitely did it for me. Every second I spent with Pris was another second I felt like I was going to implode. It didn’t help that the vibrations rolling through us felt good.
Behave yourself.I repeated that to myself over and over again as we crept forward, the machine mowing down the stalks and harvesting the wheat. I twisted slightly, glancing behind us as I tried to understand how the machine worked.
I caught Pris’ smirk and another wink, and twisted back around to face the front.
I’m a goner.
My legs were wobbly as we walked up the front steps to the house, and I was pretty sure I was wetter than a god damned river between my thighs. I followed Priscilla inside, thinking about the fact that I’d made it out of that without embarrassing myselftoomuch.
Would it be bad if I grabbed lunch and then hightailed it back to my room for a little personal TLC?
“I think we’re having sandwiches,” Pris said as we entered the dining room.
She was right. It looked like Boone had made sandwiches, wrapped in foil and easy to grab in a pile at the center of the table. Next to the sandwiches was a giant, chilled bowl of fresh salad, a mix of brightly colored vegetables that made my mouth water.
I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until now, but lusting after Pris and Beau worked up an appetite. A few Gatorades waited there too, cold and sweating from the warmth of the day.
My chest squeezed as I realized Beau was nowhere to be seen.
He had every right to be worried about Pris if she came storm chasing with me. I was mostly used to the adrenaline and danger of it, but it was still risky. Tornadoes were devastating forces of nature, and in my pursuit to help the world understand them better, I put my life at risk.
“Howdy,” Benny said, giving me a wave. “Saw that you met Dennis.”
“I did.” I grinned, looping my thumbs in my jeans. “He’s so sweet.”
Billie was seated at the head of the table and let out a low laugh. “Sweet? I guess he can be. He keeps all of us on our toes.”
“I can see that,” I chuckled. “How long has he been at Rainbow Ranch?”
“Ohh, hmmm. . .” Billie trailed off with a frown, looking up at Benny. “A couple years? Right?”
“I think so,” he said. “Seems like forever. He definitely belongs here. Our own little mascot at this point.”
“He’s so cute at the rodeo,” Pris said.
