A Date with the Other Side (Cuttersville #1)(34)
Author: Erin McCarthy

“It’s actually straw, not hay. And it’s used for the dirt drive when it’s muddy so the tractor doesn’t get stuck.”

Shelby picked up a handful and poked him in the middle with it. “It won’t hurt you, you know. It’s actually very soft.”

The pile rose behind her, and she was smiling, a teasing glint in her eye, and the urge to tumble her back onto that straw was strong and arousing. He could just give her a little push, she’d fall back, legs splaying apart, br**sts bouncing in that sexy little top, and he could go down between her thighs with his mouth . . .

“Boston?” Shelby peered closely at him. “What are you thinking about? You look awfully serious all of a sudden.”

Good God, he was actually fantasizing about taking a tumble in the hay. How was that for ironic. And actually it would be a tumble in the straw.

Ironic, maybe, but also a damn good idea. He was throbbing hard and unwilling to ignore the fact any longer. “I was thinking how you’d look laid out on the straw, spreading your legs for me.”

Shelby’s brows shot straight up under her hair. Her mouth slipped open, and a little raspy gasp of surprise flew out. She gave a nervous laugh. “You can’t be serious.”

“Very serious.” Boston took her hand and set it on his shaft jutting against his jeans.

Her hand was hot and her fingers jerked, and he closed his eyes for a split second before letting her go, allowing her to pull back if she wanted.

“This does seem serious,” she said, giving his c**k a squeeze before moving away slowly, dragging down the length of him in a firm caress. “What should we do about it?”

“I think,” Boston said as he stuck his foot behind hers and gave her a push that sent her off balance, “that you should lie down and spread your legs.”

Shelby windmilled her arms, grabbed for him with a little squawk, but he sidestepped her and let her stumble backward into the straw, landing on her sexy little ass, shirt riding up to the curve of her br**sts.

It was better than his fantasy, because in reality Shelby looked up at him with a raw sexual excitement, her eyes flashing with desire, her tongue dragging over her lip. Her succulent br**sts strained beneath the little girl halter top, and her shorts hugged her crotch tightly, outlining the folds of her sex for him.

Then she dug her fingers into the straw and dropped her thighs wide open for him.

Boston let a moan escape, then bent down to experience his first romp in the straw.

Chapter Ten

Shelby couldn’t believe she was about to do it in the Bigleys’ barn, but even Strawberry the dead cow sitting on her couldn’t stop her now.

The way Boston looked at her, like she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life, made her feel willing to do just about anything. As he knelt between her knees, he just stared at her, eyes roaming from her lips to her br**sts, to her crotch and up again, while his breath hitched, his eyes darkened, and that impressive bump in his jeans grew longer still.

And the longer he stared at her, the more she wanted him to touch her. The slicker her inner thighs became, saturating her panties with her want for him. Her shorts had ridden up, nudging into her behind and cupping her in front, and Boston ran his finger over the stitching right under the zipper. Right along the seam that separated her lips and her cheeks, and when he reverently slid his finger up and down, from her pubic bone down around, she gave a tiny whimper.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, nose nudging into her belly button, lips skimming over her waistband.

“Yes.” The straw against her back was fine, but the ache pooling inside her was unbearable.

Still she knew she needed to tell him not to have high expectations for her. It was only fair to warn him so he wasn’t disappointed.

“Boston, you should know something,” she managed to say, clamping her eyes shut in embarrassment, while he pulled her shoes and socks off.

“What’s that?” The button on her shorts went, and his hot breath hit her skin as he took the zipper down.

“I . . .” She what? Shelby lost her thought when Boston sucked her flesh into his mouth, right above her panties, a strange restless longing ripping through her. She loved the action, the feel of him, but it was the wrong place. There he was only teasing, when she really wanted his mouth on hers, or her br**sts, or down between her legs . . .

“What, beautiful? Tell me.”

Shelby forced her eyes open, watched the top of his head bent over her, felt his teeth graze her, nipping, tugging her panties down an inch. It felt so good, her body sensitive and straining up against him, but she had to tell him.

“I don’t have orgasms,” she blurted out, then nearly groaned when he went still against her.

His gaze was hooded when he glanced up. “Ever?”

“Well, not very often. I’m not a very passionate person,” she said as she lay on a straw pile in a barn with him draped all over her between her thighs. It occurred to her maybe she wasn’t being very convincing.

“You could have fooled me,” Boston said, sitting back up.

“I just thought you should know, so you don’t expect too much.” Shelby felt her cheeks burning and, with belated modesty, started to move her knees together.

His hand stopped her. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I was going to stand up. Finish the tour.” Crawl into a hole and die.

“Okay,” he agreed, tossing her legs back apart and pressing them against the bed of straw. “But first, I’m going to make you come.”

“You can’t,” she protested weakly, knowing she was right but enjoying the sudden look of determination on Boston’s face. Clearly he spotted a challenge.

“You don’t think I can?” He came in right over her, his erection pressing against her leg, his chest covering hers, his mouth hovering an inch above her lips, his eyes staring right into hers.

Shelby shook her head, a little frantic. Why wouldn’t he let her save him from mediocre sex? She couldn’t hold out much longer if he kept at it. “It’s not you, it’s me. Some people just don’t enjoy sex the way others do.”

Boston kissed her, hard, with lots of tongue and possession. Shelby groaned against him, her ni**les strumming, thighs clenching around him.

He jerked back just as quickly and slid down lower and lower until he was hovering over her undone zipper. “You look aroused to me. Your eyes are wide, your breathing is hard. Your ni**les are popping out of that little top, and if I’m not mistaken, your panties are damp.” He drew in a deep breath. “You even smell wet.”