Chapter 14

Fourteen

H enry

She’s right. We should wait. Besides, we have a lot of work to do.

Still, I’ve never driven so fast with a truck bed full of stuff in my life.

With Jane’s hand on my knee propelling me onward, I just pray I don’t get pulled over by the cops. I’m already on the town’s shit list, and my day is not going to end well if the sheriff himself pulls me over; he’s one of the ones who lent a couple thousand to my uncle when the rainforest project was proposed. The old boy isn’t likely to go easy on me for driving 80 in a 55 mph zone out here in the sticks.

Arriving back at the pumpkin patch, we’re both silent as we unload all the stuff from the back of the pickup.

While yesterday was an easy day of work with her, full of good conversation and plenty of innocent flirting, now I’m going out of my mind. Every time she bends over to pick up a ripe pumpkin and hoist it into the wagon, I salivate so bad I might drool. When she’s zoned in on painting a sign for the pumpkin patch, tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration, all I can think about is sticking mine down her throat. Every time I get an inadvertent flash of cleavage as she’s working on an overpriced pumpkin arrangement, my cock twitches a little more.

I spend all morning so fucking hard I lose all ability to answer her questions.

“Well,” she says, gesturing around the place. “What do you think?”

I don’t bother looking around, because I already know it looks good. But nothing looks half as good as this woman perched on top of Big Daddy, looking so pleased with herself.

“Henry, what’s wrong?”

My legs eat up the distance between us. I can’t take it anymore.

“You look mad. Are you mad?”

“No, I’m not mad. I’m in pain,” I rasp as I plant both hands on either side of her where she sits on Big Daddy.

Jane makes this adorable face of concern for my health—until she realizes what I mean. She glances down at my dick and then meets my gaze again.

“Oh,” she says. “Now?”

I don’t mean to let it happen, but some inhuman grunt escapes my throat. Her eyes flash, her lips part, and she angles her face just right. The next moment, it’s all lips, hands, legs, heavy breathing, squeezes, and a little bit of biting. I’m pressed against her body when she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and nips it with her teeth. My cock jerks. My hands on her hips press her pelvis hard against me so she can feel what she does to me.

“Here? On Big Daddy?” she asks, breathless.