Covering my cheeks with my hands, I laughed. “We just had sex out in the open.”
His hands landed on my hips, dragging me closer. Pressing his lips to mine, he whispered, “I can’t control myself around you. Never could and pretty damn sure that will never change.”
I beamed as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. A honking horn had us both drawing back, horror etched on our faces. Steed leaned back to look around his truck to see who was coming.
“Holy. Shit. That would have been awkward.”
“What? Who is it?” I asked in a panicked voice.
Glancing at me, Steed laughed. “My dad.”
“Your…dad?” I gasped with a strained voice.
“Yep!” He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the approaching truck. I scanned both of us quickly to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be.
The Ford F-350 truck stopped right behind Steed’s truck. Tripp was sitting in the passenger seat with a shit eating grin on his face.
They both got out and made their way over to us. “What’s wrong? Something the matter with the truck?” John asked while reaching his hand out for Steed’s.
“No, sir,” Steed replied with a grin. “We were just stopped here. I had to take a piss.”
Tripp looked at Steed and then me, but didn’t utter a single word. I’m sure it was written all over my face.
I just had sex! Hot sex. Steamy hot sex.
John spoke with Steed about the financial books for the ranch while my thoughts wandered to a few minutes ago.
My eyes drifted to Tripp who was still standing there with that damn smile on his face. He totally knew what we had been up to. Thank goodness they hadn’t driven up sooner.
“I told Rob you were itching to get up and fly next week. He said everything is up to date on the plane and to let him know which day you wanted the plane ready,” John said.
I turned to them. “Fly?” I asked, confused.
Steed wove his fingers with mine. “Yeah, I have my pilot’s license.”
Steed flies planes? I knew his father had a pilot’s license and he kept a pilot on his payroll, Rob Donovon.
But Steed is a pilot? I wasn’t sure why that surprised me. He had mentioned wanting to fly back in high school.
He said it like it was no big deal. His father was giving him instructions to call Rob to let him know when he wanted to go up.
“Check out the back pasture while you’re up there, will you?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Did you know he flew planes?” I asked Tripp.
He chuckled and nodded.
“Paxton, sweetheart, how are things at the school?” John asked, pulling my attention away from Tripp.
I lifted my hand and gave a thumbs-up. My nerves still rattled at how close he had come to catching us. “They’re going good!”
“Chloe informed us last night that she wanted to be a teacher, like you.”
I grinned like a silly fool. “She tells me that all the time. I adore her.”
John gave me a loving smile. “She adores you, just like the rest of us.” He glanced to Steed and winked. “All right, we were just coming over to tell Steed about the plane and that I need those numbers from last quarter when you get a chance. Y’all have a good day.”
He leaned in and gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. When he stepped back, he looked between us. “Behave now, you hear?”
My face heated. Tripp shook Steed’s hand while laughing. “Yeah, y’all behave.” He leaned in closer so John couldn’t hear, even though he had already started back for the truck and probably wouldn’t be able to anyway. “And you both have that ‘just fucked’ look on your faces. I’m guessing we nearly drove up on party time.”
“Fuck you, Tripp,” Steed quipped while giving him a playful push on his chest.
Walking backwards, Tripp threw up his hands in a defensive way. “Hey, I’m all for living in the moment!” He laughed hard and loud before slipping back into the truck.
When they turned around and headed back, I dropped my hands to my knees and dragged in a deep breath.
“That was close. Too close. Thank goodness your dad didn’t drive up sooner.”
Steed chuckled as he tugged me toward the passenger side of the truck. I opened the door and jumped in.
“He totally knew what we were doing.”
My heart dropped, and my stomach twisted. “You think?”
“Hell yes. He isn’t stupid. Besides, Tripp was right. You do have that ‘just fucked’ look on your face.”
I buried my face in my hands and groaned. “Great. Just great. I’m never going to be able to look him in the face again!”
Paxton stared out the window as I headed to my place. Every now and then she let out a sigh.
“Pax, stop worrying. I’m sure my parents know we’re sleeping together. And the last time I checked, we were both twenty-eight years old.”