My cheeks are flushed with nervous excitement, my pupils already wide as I think about the way Bennett’s body felt pressedup against mine in the barn. I wonder how different it’ll feel to be pinned beneath him in his bed.
I slip into a silky purple cami, forgoing a bra so he’ll be able to see the points of my nipples through the fabric. The matching bottoms are so short they may as well be underwear, so I don’t bother with panties. I don’t plan to be wearing this for long, anyway. After taking one last look at myself, I put my slippers on and sneak down the stairs.
My footsteps are silent as I avoid the creakiest parts of the floor, and I slip out the front door with no one the wiser, closing it carefully behind me. My heart thuds so violently in my chest that I almost feel faint, although that may be the anxiety too. Bennett’s rejected me before, but I’d like to see him try now. If he still manages to resist me… well, if the way he kissed me is anything to go by, I shouldn’t have a worry.
He’s so much bigger than me, all dark tan skin and tattoos and bulging muscles, and I ache at the thought of having his hand around my throat again. I felt so safe in his hands, even despite how tightly he held my throat, like he’d handle everything and all I had to do was listen.
I’m going to soak through my shorts before I even make my way into his bed, at this rate.
Bennett’s trailer is behind the barn, but the easiest way to get back there is to cut through the barn and circle back from the space where the crossties lead out to the trails. Well, maybe not theeasiestway, but it involves less walking on dirt paths that are usually littered with cow shit, so I’ll take it since it’s almost midnight.
The barn is silent and still this time of night, nothing but the occasional snort or swish of a tail from the horses as I pick my way through in the dark. Muscle memory has me out the back before I know it.
It doesn’t take long for me to find Bennett’s little trailer, and my heart rate skyrockets when I come to a stop in front of the door. A shiver rushes through me when the breeze picks up, and I have a brief moment where I feel so small that I have to clench my fist and dig my nails into my palm just to center myself. I raise my hand to knock, but freeze halfway through the motion, anxiety getting the best of me.
What if he really doesn’t want me? What if I came all the way out here, looking like this, just to get turned down again? I feel like a little kid, uncertain and scared and wishing someone would tell me what the right choice is, but I know that’s not how this goes.
In a burst of confidence, I grip the door handle, the metal cold against my skin. If it’s unlocked, I’ll do what I planned, and if it’s not, I’ll turn around and go back home.
It’s unlocked.
The door swings open with no effort, the metal hinges moving silently.
My heart is in my throat when I take that first step inside, the trailer dark and quiet. The door swings closed behind me just as quietly as it opened. I stand in the entryway for a moment, trying to get my breathing under control as I let my eyes adjust to the darkness. It’s a small space, and the window shade is pulled up just enough to let the moonlight slip in beneath it.
Bennett is sprawled across his bed in nothing but a pair of tight fitting black briefs that hug the bulk of his thighs and the bulge of his soft cock. My mouth waters at the sight of his muscled chest on display, head tilted to the side on his pillow, feet bundled up in the blankets. The cut on his arm is obvious now that the wraps are gone, a few inches long with neat stitches sewing it together. It makes him look even more rugged, a little dangerous, and my core clenches in need.
I assumed he’d still be awake when I got here, but heat spreads through me at the idea that forms in my head.
I strip down in the middle of his trailer, tossing my pajamas to the floor without a care in the world. I can’t believe that I’m actually doing this, that it’s soeasy. My heart thuds in my chest as I start moving.
It only takes me six steps to reach the edge of his bed, and I don’t hesitate.
I climb in bed atop him, spreading my thighs to straddle his hips. The heat of him beneath me has my mind going blank. Even soft and separated from me by the flimsy material of his briefs, I can tell he’s going toruinme. He felt huge that night in the barn, and I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.
Bennett’s breathing stutters as I settle myself astride him, and I can’t resist reaching out to touch him. His chest is broad and warm beneath my palms. The beat of his heart thrums under my fingertips and between my thighs, and I roll my hips against his experimentally.
A stuttered moan falls from my lips as my nails dig into his chest, and Bennett’s body goes stiff beneath me.
His eyes flash open, flitting around in confusion before they settle on my face. They don’t stay there long, trailing down all the bare skin on display to linger on my breasts before falling to where my legs are spread over his hips.
His cock fills beneath me almost instantly, and I grind down against it.
“Magnolia?”
Chapter Ten
BENNETT
There’sa warm weight sprawled over my hips, the familiar scent of vanilla drifting through the air. My dreams take on the vague shape of lean thighs and bouncy blonde curls, and I groan at the shift of pressure atop my hips. A pretty moan filters through the daze of sleep that surrounds me as blunt nails dig into my chest.
I snap awake, my body still and stiff in confusion.
The warm weight is still on top of me. I can still smell vanilla. The vision of a slim waist and perky tits is no longer swimming in my mind, but isveryfucking real and in touching range.
My eyes fall to those pretty tits, nipples hard enough to cut glass and heaving as she heaves in shaky breaths. And then they fall between her thighs, and my mind goes completely fucking blank at the wetness gleaming there, right above my cock and leaking through to my briefs.
I get hard so fast my head swims.
