Take the Chance (Top Shelf Romance #9) - Brittainy Cherry Page 0,264

not even seven.”

“Oh! Sorry. I didn’t think.”

“Why are you awake? Aren’t you supposed to be on a semi-vacation?”

“Yes. And I’m awake because I can’t sleep. And I can’t sleep because of what happened last night.”

“What happened last night?”

“I had four orgasms!” I burst out. “Onetwothreefour!”

She gasped. “Hold on, let me go in the other room.”

“But I want to hear about the four orgasms,” I heard Quinn say.

“They’re not for you, now hush.” There was a pause and some muffled breathing before she spoke again. “OK. Go. Tell me everything.”

“I will, but first…” I chewed on one knuckle. “Promise you won’t get mad.”

She sighed. “I’m going to pretend the fourgasm was from someone other than a client. Does that work?”

“Good idea.” I filled her in on what had happened since I’d last spoken with her, everything from the disastrous meeting—she groaned—to the tree sex—she gasped—to the fourgasm—she sighed.

“That’s awesome, Gogo. I’m happy for you. I’m also in shock.”

“Believe me, I am, too.” And I couldn’t even tell her about some of the most shocking things—the bruises on my body, the bite marks on his skin, the scratches on his back. The way I’d begged him to be rough. The way he’d used his size and strength to subdue me. The need in me to explore a different side of myself. The need in him to lose control without fear. That took trust—and somehow we had established it in the short amount of time we’d known each other.

Maybe that was the biggest surprise of all.

“So now what?” Jaime asked. “Will you see him again?”

“God, I hope so. When he left, he said something about catching up with me later.”

“Why’d he leave so early?” She laughed. “Is he a bolter like I was?”

“Ha. No, he had to go feed the animals, I think.”

“I keep forgetting he’s a farmer. You’re fucking a farmer.”

“I know, and he’s so hot,” I said seriously. “I mean, I don’t know if there are others like him, but women seriously need to start checking out the farmers markets around them just in case.”

“Hm. Maybe we should tell Claire.”

“Yes! Do it! What’s she up to this week?”

“House hunting, actually. I’m supposed to go look at one with her later today.”

“Any more dates with the hockey player?”

“Not that I know of. I’ll get the scoop tonight.”

“That’s right, it’s Girls Night.” I felt a little sad about missing our standing date. “I’m sorry I can’t make it.”

She burst out laughing. “Shut the fuck up, you are not. And I wouldn’t be either.”

I grinned. “OK, I’m not.”

“Just give us all the juicy details when you get back. We’ll forgive you.”

“Scout’s honor.”

She sighed. “I better get in the shower. Keep me posted on the work end of things please. I’m going to keep pretending you’re not sleeping with the client, though.”

Guilt made me cringe a little. “Is there anything else you need me to be working on while I’m up here?”

“No, don’t worry about it. I have things handled. Take a few days off.”

“You’re the best.” I blew her a noisy kiss. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

I hung up and sat there for a moment, trying to decide if I was tired enough to go back to sleep. But I was wired—I felt like I’d already had six cups of coffee and a bowl of Froot Loops with a sprinkling of cocaine on top. Where was this energy coming from? I couldn’t have gotten more than six hours of sleep, and I usually liked eight. I wondered if Jack was tired or if he felt the same kick I did this morning. Had he slept OK? I remembered how he said he didn’t usually sleep too well. Had being in my bed made it better or worse? He’d seemed happy enough this morning, hadn’t he?

Finally I decided I was too keyed up to lie around thinking about him. I got up, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and figured I’d head over to the farm and help him out today, or at least make the offer.

I had to laugh as I tugged on my boots, still caked with mud from the other day. If anyone would have told me I’d be spending a vacation day doing farm chores a year ago—even a month ago—I’d have said they were crazy.

But everything about me felt different.

Well…almost everything.

I still wore the pearl necklace, of course.

Since it was light out and not too hot, I decided to walk over to the farm. It had stopped raining, but the skies were cloudy and