Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

And him, he smiled down at me all the while, those big strong hands on my body, holdin’ me so firmly, feelin’ me in return. But ever the gentleman about it. Only the slightest hints of touches less appropriate. A brief graze of his fingers along my rear as I came to a halt to look up at him again, the light brush of his thumb along the edge of my breasts.

Each dance was magical, more so than the last as we got into a groove together. Our bodies masterin’ the art of workin’ as one on the dancefloor. It was so thrillin’, and it was clear he was enjoyin’ it no less than me.

“You’ve got some real moves. Especially for a woman who’s never danced before,” he said, and I felt for a moment like he had figured out my secret; that I’d dance by myself in my room ever since I was a lil’ girl.

I laughed it off, though, trying to play coy. The band moved to something slower, and he held me a bit tighter, pulling my body against his. My soft breasts against his hard torso, his firm hand on the low of my back as he looked down upon me with a devious glint in his eye.

I could barely breathe, my heart beating so fast as my head spun.

I was in heaven.

The two of us just worked so well together, like a team as Asher said, but so much more. Gazin’ up at him, him down at me, our eyes were locked and it felt so special, his hold on me tightening, squeezing me in against his hard, sculpted body.

Slowly he began to lean down into me, his lips partin’ just a bit, and I felt compelled in closer to him in turn. My head tilted, and we were a hairs breadth away from kissin’. When some scuffle off to the right nabbed our attention.

Asher looked over, and his eyes went wide, then narrowed hard. I followed after his gaze and saw the source of the sounds: several big, leather-clad ruffians were shovin’ the doormen, tryin’ to get into the dance without payin’ I guess.

“Brutes,” I said with a roll of my eyes, angry that they’d interrupted my moment. Our moment.

I could still feel his warm breath on my mouth, but I knew it’d passed. I looked up at him again, and I could tell, he wasn’t just mad that they’d interrupted our kiss.

I looked towards the group of men again and my heart went chill. What was going on?

“Fuck,” Asher cursed, and he moved his hands from around me and took hold of my hand, beginnin’ to guide me through the crowd towards the back of the pavilion.

It wasn’t like Asher to be scared of someone, I thought. After all, I saw how quickly he took off to investigate the disturbance that night at the farm.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him as we began to move.

“Trouble,” he muttered to me. But he was the type of man to run to trouble, not away from it. He went to help, not get away.

“Shouldn’t we help then?” I asked as we moved through the crowd.

“They won’t cause too much trouble, not unless they find me here,” he said through gritted teeth.

Ice water ran through my veins, and I ran a little to keep up with his quick pace.

“Who are they?” I asked, my voice serious as I stuck by his side.

“Some bad, bad men,” he remarked as we went to the rope-fence that walled off the pavilion, he climbed over then reached back for me, lifting me up over then laying me down on the other side with such ease. “Sorry, we should head on back now,” he said to me, a moment’s sadness flickering across his determined face.

It didn’t bother me, having to leave the dance. What bothered me was his expression and the way he spoke of them. It wasn’t just some little thing he was runnin’ from. It was somethin’ way bigger. Something that left me feeling uneasy.

“What’s wrong?”

“I took from ‘em, and they want payback. You hired the wrong guy to work your farm, Shelby,” he said as we moved through the dark towards the parking area, though before I could ask anymore, we were caught. One of ‘em was waitin’ for us. And it was clear it was one of them, because you didn’t see no scraggly lookin’ biker outfits like that around farm country.

“There you fuckin’ are,” the bearded guy said as he advanced towards Asher and I, knife in hand. Though Asher didn’t slow down, he merely let go of my hand and left me as he went right at the man.

I couldn’t help but let loose a panicked cry because I felt for certain he was gonna get stabbed, but the suddenly rush into danger must’ve surprised the thug, or else Asher was just so damned fast and good. Because instead of a knife in his own gut, he planted a fist in the biker’s jaw and grabbed a hold of his wrist.

Crack! Another blow to the face, and that fella was down, his jaw undoubtedly broken. He went down to the ground as Asher still held his wrist in his hand, the knife fumbling from the fella’s grasp into the grass.

Though it weren’t over then, because from around some of the vehicles I saw another one comin’. This guy was big, and carried a big metal pipe in hand as he came at Asher from his blindspot.

“Asher! Watch out!” I cried, and thank the Lord I did! Because he turned just in the nick of time to hold up his arm and block the blow. Their forearms locked as Asher reached up to grab his wrist, and they were locked in a tussle.

The big fella punched at Asher, jabbin’ him right in the gut twice. Though Asher didn’t budge, he kept his place and then retaliated with a quick headbutt. It was enough to send the brute reelin’, blood gushin’ from his nose. Though unlike the first guy, he held onto his weapon and towed Asher back with him.