You Only (Cameron Farms Book 1) - Melanie Jayne Page 0,26

Too damn long if her body’s response was anything to go by. She hadn’t been with anyone for almost two years.

“Hale, you there?”

“Um, yeah.” She pinched her hard nipple, sending ripples of desire throughout her body as she waited to see what Finn said next.

“I’d have you riding my cock with my hands on your waist. God, I can feel how hard you would grind on me.”

She glanced down, her chest was heaving and her pussy was clenching. “You’d have to play with my clit to get me off.”

“God, yes. I bet you’d be so wet.” She could hear his loud breathing.

More silence. She didn’t want to know if he was beating off to their phone sex. “Finn, you gonna be all right?”

He let out another deep sigh. “Yeah, I was thinkin’ about you, and I wanted to tell you. You looked good today.”

“Thanks, Finn. Now you go to sleep after I hang up.” This had gone too far.

“Night Hale.”

She could barely hear his agreement. Great, she was getting drunk dialed by the mayor, had phone sex and was now going to need her vibrator to fall back asleep. She prayed he wouldn’t remember making this call. It was hard to believe he’d gone home alone; she couldn’t help but notice how Bitsy had tried to hold his hand and slide under his shoulder…

He wants me, but even worse than I want him. Jesus, don’t even go there.

She reached into her bedside drawer for her purple tool and prayed she would fall asleep, after she worked through Finn’s fantasy.

Chapter Five

The days settled into a pattern, Hale spent the mornings working on farm matters and that left the rest of her day open for shopping, lunches, or meetings. Jasmine had recruited her for the Fall Festival planning committee. Hale had volunteered to help with booth rental and the collection of reserve money.

She pushed off the front porch swing so that its gentle rocking would help calm her nerves. Tonight, she couldn’t stay still so she hoped that sitting on the porch, reviewing her day and planning for the next would help calm her feeling of unease. Miller rested across the expanse of the top step. The sun was dropping lower to the horizon and soon she would need to turn on the porch lanterns.

She had fed the horses this morning and ridden for two hours, helping shift the cattle to a fresh pasture. It was slow work; she had not done this since her teen years. Her afternoon had been occupied speaking with several artisans about the booth rental for the festival. The majority of the income from the event came from the rental of space along four blocks of Main Street. They had invited various artisans to set up and sell their wares. While the 4th of July Festival was more hometown oriented, the Fall Festival brought in visitors from all over to spend money on beautiful, upscale crafts. The change of focus for the upcoming festival was due to Jasmine’s vision. She had worked diligently to carve out a difference between the two events, and if today’s response was any indication, Jasmine had created a huge success.

Miller raised his head and looked toward the long driveway, alerted by a sound only his ears could pick up. Soon Hale could hear a vehicle coming up the drive.

She put her glass of scotch down and stood as the black Lexus came into view.

Finn got out and paused by the side of his car. “Evening, Hale.”

“Good evening to you, Finn. What are you doing all the way out here?” They hadn’t spoken since the drunk dial.

“I know, I should have called.” He walked around his car and continued closer. “I just left a boring dinner and I thought I needed some country air, so I came out to check on you. Hope it’s all right?”

“Of course it is, let me get you something to drink.” That would give her something to do, since she couldn’t imagine why he had come.

Finn climbed the steps and smiled at her. “I wouldn’t mind a little of Joe’s finest.”

“Scotch it is.”

“Mr. Miller, will you let me pass?” Finn bent down to scratch behind the mastiff’s ears.

Miller used his muscular front paw to pat Finn for more.

“Like that do you?” Finn continued to love on her dog.

Hale smiled to herself as she returned, the two males seemed to be making friends.

Finn chose the cushioned chair and Hale resumed her place on the swing. The moon rose higher