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She hummed and turned her head to find his lips. The kiss was full of passion and promise. Drew may not have gotten off himself but that was all right. He was able to serve her needs.
He had no idea how long they’d been kissing when a throat cleared behind him. It was only then that he realized his hand was still shoved down Beth’s pants. Trying not to make it obvious what he was doing and where his hand had been, Drew turned to the side, blocking his father’s view. He was hoping his dad would think his arm was behind her back or even cupping her ass. Both of those options were less awkward than the reality.
“Sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping I could get you to help me with something in the barn before dinner.” His father stood at least ten paces away from them, probably not wanting to get any closer once he’d realized they were making out and not merely talking.
Drew nodded, trying to clear his head. “Sure. I’ll be up in a minute.”
Not questioning why Drew didn’t come right away, his father turned back toward the barn.
“Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t go down on you, huh?” Beth said, smiling.
Laughing, he removed his hand and helped her right herself. “Yeah. Good thing.”
When he left Beth to go in search of his father, she was in much better spirits. He was hoping it would stay that way, but he wasn’t naïve enough to think that her doubts wouldn’t resurface in the future. Drew was beginning to realize that when she felt unsure of herself, Beth tended to go toward the sexual side—the place she knew she had control. He understood it, but he didn’t like it. The only thing he could do was hope that one day she felt comfortable enough with him and herself to overcome whatever was holding her back.
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Chapter 28
Seth was quiet during dinner, even for him. Drew had no idea what his deal was. He would like to think it was brotherly concern.
Beth, at least, seemed to be better. She was smiling and laughing at his father’s jokes. It was progress.
They stayed to help his mother clean up and prep some things for the next day. Usually it was only him in the kitchen with his mom slicing things up the night before. Having Beth there working beside him felt good.
Once everything was as ready as it was going to get for the evening, Drew and Beth made their way back to the makeshift campsite. With a little bit of daylight left, he built a small fire for the two of them. The flames licked at the kindling, catching easily, so he added some larger logs.
She sat down on a large rock to his left. “I’m imagining you doing this as a little boy.”
Drew smiled. “It never gets old.” He leaned back on his heels and stared into the flame. There was something about fire that had always appealed to him—the way it moved and flowed.
For a long while nothing could be heard but the sounds of the night surrounding them and the crackling of the fire. He knew her mind had to be going a mile a minute and he wanted to give her time to work through whatever it was she was contemplating.
While she was thinking, Drew let his mind drift to the afternoon he’d spent with his father. It had been a while since he’d mucked out stalls and put new hay down, but it had felt good to exert some energy after getting Beth off like that. After he’d said goodbye to her, he’d turned on the hose his mom used to water her flowers and washed his hands. It had helped, but until he’d washed up for dinner there was still a faint scent of her on his fingers.
He heard her move and figured she must be chilly, and decided to scoot closer to the heat of the fire. Then he felt her run her hand along the inside of his leg. She wasn’t cold.
Drew turned to face her and that’s when she kissed him. This wasn’t a kiss where one could mistake its meaning. Her mouth was pressing against his with such force that his teeth were hurting. Even still, his cock responded. How could it not? The memory of her coming by his hand earlier had been on his mind moments before. Of course, it didn’t help that her palm was also pressed against his groin.
“Beth?”
She barely removed her lips to respond. “No talking.”
Thinking was becoming difficult, but this didn’t feel right. He’d let her sidetrack their discussion with sex earlier. Drew couldn’t let her do it again. When Beth lifted her leg to straddle him, he knew he had to act quickly or all his good intentions would go out the window.
“Red,” he gasped.
Drew knew exactly when what he’d said registered. Her entire body froze. She pulled back and stared at him with eyes wide.
He knew he had to explain. “We can’t, Beth. Not like this. You’re using this”—Drew gestured down to where her hand still hovered all too close to his erection—“not to talk about what happened earlier.”
Without a word, Beth removed herself from his lap and stood. He’d wanted her to stop pushing him away emotionally with sex, not for her to physically go away.
She looked down at the fire. Drew waited, hoping she’d share with him what she was feeling. They would never make it past this if she kept it inside.
As the minutes passed, he began to think that maybe safewording hadn’t been the best idea. Instead of opening up, she appeared to be shutting down.
“I’m going to bed. Good night.” The words were uttered without looking at him. Drew knew she was hurting, but he had no idea how to make it better so he let her go into the tent without him.
