Chapter 10

Billie

Today we're working the Fall Festival again, but this time, things feel different. Maybe it's the crispness in the air, or maybe it's because Rayne and I aren't tiptoeing around whatever this thing is between us anymore. I'm standing at our booth, handing out pumpkin spice muffins and apple cider donuts, but all I can think about is how he kissed me last night, the way his hands gripped my ass like he never wanted to let go.

The air smells like cinnamon, nutmeg, and apples, mingling with the faint scent of bonfire smoke drifting from somewhere in the distance. The sun's setting, casting a golden glow over the festival, and the trees are a mix of fiery oranges, deep reds, and golden yellows. The ground is damp from the rain we got yesterday, and the cool breeze feels perfect against my skin. Fall is all around me, but my mind? It's all Rayne.

I can't help it. The way he looks at me, touches me, fucks me with just his hands…

"Your cowboy's back," Shay's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. She's been keeping tabs on my mental spiral all day, watching me like a hawk.

I look up and, sure enough, there he is. Rayne Miller, walking through the festival crowd like he owns the place, his dark jeans hugging those thick thighs, his flannel shirt rolled up at the elbows, showing off those strong forearms I can't help but drool over.

I swallow hard, my body already reacting to his presence before he even says a word. He stops in front of the booth, his eyes locked on mine, and I can feel the heat between us even with the cool breeze swirling around.

"Anything I can help with?" His voice is low and rough, like always, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

I grin, wiping my hands on my apron. "You here to work or just distract me?"

Rayne's lips twitch into the faintest smile, and he leans against the booth, his eyes trailing over me in that way that makes my pulse race. "Can't it be both?"

I bite my lip, trying to keep my cool, but it's hard when he's looking at me like that. Like he's two seconds away from dragging me back and making me forget my own name.

"Fine," I mutter, stepping out from behind the counter. "There's a corn maze after the festival," I say, tilting my head toward the rows of corn just beyond the field. "Think you can keep up?"

His eyes darken, and I can see that familiar hunger flicker across his face. "Billie, I can do more than keep up."

I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. Fuck. This man. "We'll see about that."

* * *

Rayne

There's something about Billie in this fall light, the way her skin looks warm and glowing in the golden hues of the setting sun, her hair catching the breeze, and that sharp glint in her eye when she challenges me. She's all sass and confidence, and it drives me fucking wild.

"Come on, cowboy," she teases, her voice soft and full of heat as she steps closer to me. "Let's see what you've got."

I watch her walk away, her hips swaying just enough to remind me of exactly what I'm going to do to her once we're out of sight. The idea of her alone with me, hidden by the rows of corn, gets my blood pumping, my cock already starting to strain against my jeans.

We head toward the corn maze, the festival fading into the background as the night creeps in, the air getting cooler but not enough to chase away the heat between us. The smell of damp earth mixes with the sweet scent of caramel apples and cider, and every now and then, a gust of wind rustles the corn stalks, making the whole place feel like something out of a dream.

Billie looks back at me over her shoulder, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. "You ready?"

I nod, keeping my voice low and steady. "Lead the way."

She steps into the maze, and I follow, my eyes glued to the curve of her ass in those jeans. She moves quickly, taking sharp turns, trying to lose me, but it's no use. I stay right behind her, my fingers itching to grab her, pull her close, and remind her exactly what I'm capable of.

"Not bad, Miller," she calls over her shoulder, her laughter echoing through the narrow pathways. "But you're still not catching me."

I let out a low growl, quickening my pace. "You sure about that?"

She rounds another corner, but I'm right there, grabbing her waist and spinning her around until she's pressed up against the corn stalks, my body pinning hers in place.

"I caught you," I mutter, my voice thick with the need that's been building between us for days now.

Billie's eyes are dark, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts as she looks up at me. "What are you gonna do now?"

My hand slides down to her ass, pulling her against me so she can feel just how hard I am. "Whatever the fuck I want."

* * *

Billie

The second Rayne's hands are on me, I'm done for. He's pressing me against the corn stalks, his body heat wrapping around me, his breath hot against my ear.

"Rayne," I gasp as his lips trail down my neck, rough and demanding. "Fuck…"

His hands are everywhere—on my waist, squeezing my ass, sliding under my shirt to cup my tits. I arch into his touch, my pussy already soaking wet, desperate for him to take this further.

"You've been driving me crazy all day," he mutters against my skin, his hand sliding down to unbutton my jeans. "All week, Billie."

I whimper as his fingers slip inside, brushing over my clit with just enough pressure to make me see stars. "Fuck, Rayne…"

He growls, his fingers dipping lower, sliding through my wetness, teasing me, making me squirm against him. "You like that, don't you?"

I nod, biting my lip to keep from moaning too loud. "Yes… God, yes."

His thumb presses harder against my clit, his fingers sliding in and out of me, slow and steady, driving me fucking insane. My body's on fire, every nerve ending tingling, and I can't stop the flood of juices soaking his hand.

"Come for me," he growls, his voice thick and rough in my ear.

I do. Hard. My whole body tenses, my pussy clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me breathless and shaking.

* * *

Rayne

Feeling her come undone around my fingers is the hottest fucking thing I've ever felt. She's gasping, trembling, and I can't get enough. I want more—need more.

I pull my hand from her jeans, my fingers slick with her cream, and before she can say anything, I'm on my knees, my hands gripping her thighs, pushing her pants down just enough to bury my face between her legs.

"Rayne…" she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper.

I don't answer. I just dive in, my tongue flicking over her clit, licking up every drop of her juices, tasting her, savoring her. She's sweet and salty, perfect, and I can't stop myself. I want to make her come again, make her scream my name.

Billie's hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, grinding against my face, and I groan against her, the vibrations sending her over the edge again. She moans loud this time, her whole body shaking as she comes, her pussy pulsing against my tongue.