I get up and kiss her mouth. “Oh, I know,” I say, walking out of the shower. I grab a towel and hold out one for her when she steps out of the shower.
"I have to go to my house," she says as she dries herself off. That first night in the barn, I knew she was stunning, but when I see her in the light, her beauty always stops me in my tracks. She is even more beautiful than before.
"Well, you tore my panties in the car," she reminds me. "And my shirt is ripped right down the middle."
"Hey"—I point at her—“I asked if you minded."
"You had two fingers in me." She laughs. “I would have agreed to anything."
"Good to know." I wink at her and slap her ass, and instead of saying ouch, she just moans. My cock twitches. “Really good to know."
She puts on my T-shirt and shorts and we drive to her house. My hand rests on her leg as we get to her house. My phone rings, and I see it’s my mother. “Hello," I answer on speaker.
"Daddy Uncle Reed," Sofia says softly. “Are you coming to get me? I miss Momma."
"We are going to be there in five minutes,” I say, and if I knew that Hazel wouldn't freak out, I would drive there now with her wearing my clothes. “How about we go ride Caramel?"
"Yes," she says, and I can picture her smile. “Grandma, I’m going to ride Caramel."
"Okay, baby, let me talk to Daddy." She hands her the phone. “Sorry, I tried to stall her, but …"
"It’s fine. We just got back to Hazel’s. She’s going to change, and we’ll be right there." Hazel gasps and slaps me, and I look over at her as her eyes go big.
"Oh, no need. Your father is going to your grandparents’ right now. He’ll take her riding while you talk to your grandfather," she tells me.
"So you heard?" I ask, and she hums.
"Harlow gave us the rundown," she says. “Amelia said you have until noon, and then she’s going to tattle."
"Thanks, Mom,” I say, hanging up.
"Seriously?" Hazel says. “Seriously, you had to tell her we spent the night together."
"Well, considering you're spending the night with me again tonight, she’s going to know,” I say as she gets out and storms up the steps.
"Oh, no, I’m not,” she says over her shoulder.
"You sure about that?" I ask, leaning against the truck. “Hurry up, my daughter is sad."
She slams the door in my face, and it takes everything not to chase after her and turn her ass red. She comes out in record time wearing tight pink jeans with a black T-shirt tucked into the front. "How do I look?" she asks.
"Good enough to eat." She stops in front of me, and I pull her to me. “I missed you,” I say softly, and she puts her hands around my shoulders. “Give me a kiss,” I say, and I can see she wants to fight with me. “Please."
She smirks. “Better,” she says, and she kisses me. I open the door for her, and I admit if she lets me do this with her for the rest of her life, I’m going to die a happy man.
I get into the truck and make my way over to my grandparents' house. "I don’t know about this,” she says, putting a hand to her stomach. “Why don’t you tell him and then call me?"
I’m about to argue with her when the front door opens and my grandmother comes out. “Too late." I get out of the truck, and when she gets out of the truck, she glares at me. “Can I hold your hand?"
"I will not give you my mouth for a month,” she says through clenched teeth, making me laugh as I shake my head.
"Well, look at you two," my grandmother says. “Thick as thieves with those secrets."
I laugh now and kiss her cheek. “Where is Grandpa?" I ask as she holds out her arms for Hazel.
"He’s finishing lunch,” she says. “Come on in. Did you guys eat?"
"Yeah,” I say, walking in behind her. "I ate a couple of times today. I ate a ton last night,” I say over my shoulder, and if my grandmother wasn’t watching, she would have kicked me in the ass.
"Billy," my grandmother says. “Look who came."
He looks up and smiles when he sees me. His smile grows bigger when he sees Hazel. “Isn’t that a sight for sore eyes?"
"Hi, Mr. Barnes," Hazel says.
"Sit down, please," my grandmother says. “Can I get you two something to drink?"
"I’m fine," Hazel says. I pull out a chair for her, and my grandmother watches, her eyes narrowing. She used to give me the same look when she would tell me that she would tan my hide if I messed up her flowers with my soccer ball.