I couldn’t wait to get horizontal, so I dipped her back until we were lying across the bed. It might only be a queen, but after sleeping on a twin bed for a couple of weeks, it felt spacious. It was definitely more than enough room for what I needed to accomplish.
I wrapped her long legs around me and started grinding into her, my lips, teeth, and tongue devouring her mouth as I dry humped us both into oblivion. I knew I should shut the blackout curtains that lined the old glass windows. I should shut them and take her clothes off and have my way with her. The chores could wait. The horses were fed, watered, and enjoying the afternoon sun in the fields.
We could take a few hours to enjoy each other. The problem was, I wanted more than a few hours. I wanted an all-night fuckathon, starting now. But a quickie would be a great way to start.
And then I heard something that sent a feeling of absolute dread right to my core.
Footsteps on the gravel outside. And then a terrible, terrible sound. Rat-a-tat. Somebody was knocking on the camper door.
“Fuck!” I groaned, not willing to move from my spot, nestled between Melissa’s gorgeous thighs. “Go away!”
“Nick!” Melissa said with a horrified giggle. “What if it’s a client?”
She was right, of course. People kept their horses at Honeycutt Stables. It was a business. But at the moment, I didn’t much care.
“Who is it?”
“Special delivery,” came a familiar voice. I narrowed my eyes. “Candygram.”
“Motherfucker,” I hissed as I rolled off the warm and willing woman beneath me. “Lucky, you sonofabitch.”
A dry chuckle came from just outside.
“Land shark.”
I groaned loudly at his joke.
“Am I interrupting something?”
I couldn’t even answer him. I heard Melissa rustling beside me, sitting up and straightening her clothes. I knew it was over. My dreams of afternoon delight had evaporated like a puddle on a hot day.
Now all that was left was a big old puddle of mud.
I forced myself to get on my feet and snuck into the bathroom to splash water on my face. I heard music playing. The faint sounds of laughter. This wasn’t just a friend popping over. Something was up.
And the timing could not have been worse.
There was nothing I could do about it, either. Not a damn thing to handle my harder than nails cock or the almost painful swelling in my balls. Nothing I could do to satisfy Melissa, either, although I doubted she was as riled up as I was.
I was well aware that I needed her more than she needed me. That was okay. As long as she felt a fraction of what I felt, it was enough.
Hell, it was more than enough.
Eventually, I got my feet moving and went to the door of the camper. It was open. Melissa was outside, surrounded by the girls. I watched as they led her inside. To get changed, I assumed.
Dear lord, not another makeover, I prayed silently. I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I was turned on enough by her worn-in jeans and work shirts.
Kids ran around the house toward the back, where the screened porch opened to a patio and small garden. That was changing, though, thanks to Suzanna. The girls had been planting herbs and flowers and even vegetables back there. It was starting to look amazing. They had taken great care to save the heirloom roses that had been there forever, bringing them back to life with tender loving care. It was special.
I followed the sounds to the back and saw that it had been transformed. This wasn’t a casual pop over. It was a damned day at the fair. A grill was set up and a couple of folding picnic tables. There was even a sprinkler going, and cafe lights were hung everywhere. A couple of citronella candles were keeping the bugs at bay.
The guys came over to say hi, most of them wearing shit-eating grins. Especially Lucky, that sonofabitch.
“You said you wanted a surprise engagement,” he said with a smirk.
“Yes,” I growled. “I wanted to surprise her.”
Lucky laughed and winked at me. I knew. I knew that they were doing this on purpose to give me an epic case of blue balls. At this rate, my balls weren’t going to be blue. They’d be fucking purple.
“I guess the girls decided they had waited long enough.”
“Girls? Hah. This has your sticky fingerprints all over it.”
“I don’t know, man. I heard something about the ‘L’ word,” Callaway said with a raised brow.
“Better get on that,” Whiskey added. And then he let out a low whistle. I turned and my stomach dropped.
Goddamn it. They had done it. Again.
Daytime pretty Melissa was gone. In her place was an angel. A soft peach sundress drifted over her curves to her calves. She looked stunning. She looked perfect.