The reaction was instant.
“Goddamn, man, watch your balls.”
“Fuck, man, better keep one eye open at night.”
I held out my hand. “Pay up, motherfuckers.”
Taylor smiled as I came toward her with a fistful of cash. I scooped her up in my arms and kissed her deep. When I pulled away, she looked up at me. I grinned down at her, my chest filled with pride. “Told you.”
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into that. You weren’t worried?”
“Not for a single second.”
“That was so stupid.”
I inhaled her smell. “You like living on the edge.”
“No,” she whispered. “No, I don’t.”
But I knew better. The guys huddled around our circle of trucks in the middle of the hayfield, giving us shit for our PDA. I shot the bird over my shoulder as someone turned some music on and fresh beers were popped.
“I bet you’re wet.”
Taylor smiled as I leaned in.
“And I bet it’s not just ’cause I kissed you.”
She lifted a brow. “Bet you won’t ever find out.”
I ran with her in my arms as she threw her head back, laughed, and tightened her legs around me.
“Where are you taking me, Laz? There’s a mile of field around. They can see us.”
I tossed her in my truck and sped out of out of the circle as empty beer cans were tossed our way, hitting the side of my truck.
“Laz, I don’t have to be home yet.”
“I’m not taking you home, home, baby.”
Taylor slid next to me as I raced down the gravel road to the Mason farm a few miles away. “What’s going on?”
“I need to make you mine.”
“I am yours,” she said with a glance my way.
I slid to a stop in front of the barn. Taylor glanced around, uneasy.
“Laz, they’ll catch us.”
“He’s at a horse show. He asked me to keep an eye on the place.” Out of the truck, I gripped her hand and slid open the door. It reeked of damp hay, but it didn’t matter. I saw her smile as I sat her down on the pile of quilts I’d laid down.
“You planned this?”
“I just thought . . .” My chest ached with a feeling I couldn’t control when I was around her. “I know you hate that motel.”
She nodded as she looked over to me.
“You’re high.”