TAKE TWO_ Who says you can't ma - Heather M. Orgeron Page 0,41
what could happen. I tamp those feelings down, burying them in the dark recesses of my fractured heart. It’s survived without him all these years. All I can do is hope not to have to endure that hell again.
I’m not sure how long we stay there, my limp, satiated form, draped over his half-dressed body, making out like young lovers. We might’ve stayed here all night if not for the loud snort from the horse in the next stall. I take a peek over Liam’s shoulder to find Gretta, a gray pony, with her head on our side of the stall. She snickers, and I swear if I didn’t know better, I’d think she was actually laughing at us.
“Babe,” I say, giggling into his mouth. “I think your dad’s horse is pervin’ on us.”
“Fucking Gretta. You’re as good as glue,” he taunts her, settling me to my feet.
“We should probably get dressed anyway, before someone comes looking for us.” It doesn’t take long before my teeth are chattering once our bodies are no longer in contact.
We throw on our clothes—well, mostly I do… all Liam has to do is pull up his pants. I try to make myself as presentable as possible, hoping like hell everyone is asleep, and if they’re not, they at least won’t be able to tell I Just got fucked into oblivion in the damn barn.
Liam takes my hand, lacing his fingers with mine, and brings them to his nose. My skin tingles in anticipation of his lips.
“Mmm,” he says, sniffing my arousal on his fingertips.
It’s probably the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Then he opens his mouth and ruins it. “Might be the dead of winter, but it smells like a summer’s eve.”
Liam
Strokin’
The song, Strokin’, by Clarence Carter, is referenced in this chapter. It is highly advised you listen to it before reading on to get the full effect.
“You can’t still be angry with me.”
A grunt is all the response I receive as she continues to stare over her shoulder into the floor-length mirror, trying to remove the giant splinter from her ass.
Yep, a literal splinter, courtesy of last night’s barn excursion.
“You know, I could probably make this ordeal a lot less painful and pluck it out for you.” I settle at the edge of the bed, making myself comfortable to enjoy the show. There’s no way I could ever contort myself into her twisted position.
Call me impressed.
She’s naked but for a bright pink sports bra and matching thong. Her hair is a freshly washed mat of tangles draped over one shoulder, and the booze she drank last night is making itself known in the dark circles framing her eyes and the lack of color in her cheeks. Despite our momentous reunion last night, my girl does not seem to be living her best life today.
She releases a loud breath and the tight grip on her ass cheek at the same time. The way it jiggles has me fighting the urge to bite the already inflamed skin. Jesus, she’s turned me into a fucking savage.
“You mean the way you should have plucked the damn hay from my hair before we came stumbling through the front door at one this morning?”
I can’t help but laugh, remembering how mortified she was when we walked in to find my mother sitting in my dad’s recliner, knitting needles working while she waited up for us. The nosy woman all but called us out on our romp.
“I was about to send Pops out there lookin’ for the two of you, afraid y’all got eaten by coyotes or something…” Her eyes rove over our disheveled appearance. “From the looks of it, it’s a good thing I didn’t.”
The moment I catch sight of the expression on my mother’s face, I know that she knows. It takes my tipsy, sex-drunk wife, however, a little longer to catch on.
“Sorry, Nadine. We just lost track of the time reminiscing about the good old days.” Nya’s hold tightens around my arm, and she smiles up at me like we’re sharing some illicit secret.
Ahh to be so naive.
“Mmmm.” Momma’s brow lifts, and she smiles knowingly. “So that’s what the kids are calling it these days?” She makes a few more loops before finding a stopping point, wrapping the yarn around her knitting needles and placing them into the basket beside her chair. Her robe has come untied, so she takes a second to tighten the band into a nice bow.