talk to me about?”
Chastity stares at me. “He didn’t? He was supposed to.”
“Um…” I think back to the fight we had over the tractor. “I told Griffin I didn’t want to farm after college. I said I didn’t want to work for him. But I didn’t let him tell me whatever it was…” I trail off, because it’s just hitting me what I turned down. “Oh fuck. Griffin was actually considering it, wasn’t he?”
“I guess,” Chastity flops down on the pillow. “If you don’t want to farm after college, it doesn’t really matter, though.”
I let out a groan as I fall back on the pillow. “What a mess. I truly thought there was no room for me in this equation. But if Griffin expanded, he’d need a partner.”
“It’s kind of a dick move for him to decide without asking you,” she says.
“Oh, it would be. It’s just that I didn’t give him a chance. Maybe I can fix this.”
Chastity runs a hand down my arm. “Don’t rush into anything.”
“Will you stay in Vermont, either way?”
“Yes,” she says. “Because I love you, too.”
I pull her against me again, because I can’t get enough. Loving Chastity isn’t a big decision I made. It just happened. And as for the rest of the big decisions coming my way, they aren’t as scary as they were a few hours ago.
So long as we’re together, I think I can handle all the other stuff.
Chastity yawns against my chest. “We never just sleep.”
“You’re right.” I chuckle, and her body bounces as my stomach contracts. “I have never gotten into bed with you without tearing off all your clothes first.”
“It’s nice,” she says.
Parts of me beg to differ. But it is nice. I close my eyes and try to relax.
The silence stretches onward, and after a while I wonder if Chastity has fallen asleep. So I hold very still. I’m pleasantly turned on and too keyed up to sleep. But I’m too happy to care.
Chastity suddenly sits up. “Fuck it,” she says. Before I can ask what she means, she rips her T-shirt over her head, allowing her breasts to bounce free.
“Hello,” I say, startled.
She’s not done. She gets up on her knees and wiggles out of her panties, and the view is right out of my best fantasies. And then? She leans down, slides a hand beneath the sheet and pulls my cock out of my pajama pants.
“Holy hell, you’re initiating—” She strokes me, and I break off on a moan. “Is this real life?”
“Yes. It is. And a cute guy told me life is short.” She bends down and takes my cock in her mouth. I make a noise of shock and pleasure. She pops off and says, “I mean, I still love it when you take over. But this is good, too.”
“Unnngh,” I say as she licks the length of me. I put my hands behind my head and let myself enjoy it.
Or that’s the plan, anyway. A few minutes later, I remember that Chastity said we were cleared to have sex without condoms.
That’s when I have to grab her, roll over, and press her naked body down on the bed. “Good job with Chapter Seventeen,” I say, a little breathless already. “But I need to throw away the textbook again.”
“Go,” she says. “Do it.”
Kissing her again, I do.
The next thing I know, there’s a light rap on the door, and then the sound of it opening. “Dyl? Sorry to wake you but I needed to know where you put the small gage—” My brother’s question breaks off suddenly. “Whoa. Sorry.” The door snaps shut again.
I roll over. “The snips are on a nail on the wall of the goat enclosure,” I croak.
“Should have knocked, sorry,” Griff says. “Merry Christmas to you both. You might want to wake up at some point and give Mom her present.”
“Will do.”
When Griffin leaves the bunkhouse, I give Chastity a squeeze. At least we were fully covered by the quilt. “Sorry about that. I know you like your privacy.”
“I don’t think I have any of that anymore,” she murmurs. “Besides, it’s worth it to be here with you.”
“Are you brave enough to walk into breakfast with sex hair?”
She flinches. “I don’t know. Can I run home and get changed? I have to give Maeve her present.”
“Of course you can. Take my truck.”
“Really?” she squeaks. “Alone? There’s snow on the ground.”
“I’ll drive you if you want. But the plow would have come by already. It’s after nine. And I