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PROLOGUE
11 years ago…
Brooklyn
“The family barn?” Eden stands with her hands on her hips, giving me a look of disbelief. If I didn’t already note it in her surprised tone, I can see it on her face because she looks slightly horrified.
It’s my family's farm and my parents' barn where they store the hale bays for the horses. My parents run a bourbon distillery and have hundreds of acres at their disposal. Tonight, we’ve been at their place for dinner and have taken a detour on the way back to my truck to drop Eden home.
I chuckle. She’s not quite a farm girl yet, but we have to take these opportunities while we can. Time together is few and far between with us both in college and me working at the family distillery in between while I’m training in production.
“Why not the barn?” I ask. “You said yourself, we never get to do anything fun.”
She laughs, shaking her head as she walks ahead of me into the barn. I follow her and wrap my arms around her from behind. “Not quite what I had in mind, Brookie.”
I take a pause, holding a hand to my chin, exaggerating the movement. “Can’t think why, baby girl.” I breathe into her neck, my lips touching her soft skin. She’s as smooth as silk — she always has been.
We both got together in high school — we were friends a long while before anything else. But eventually neither of us could deny the strong connection we had, and the fact we were both attracted to each other from the get-go was undeniable.
She’s a gorgeous girl; petite and sporty with wavy auburn hair, hazel eyes and a smile that often melts my heart. I’m pretty much putty when it comes to her.
My parents love Eden, everyone does. She’s a sweetheart through and through, but she’s tough when she needs to be. We took things to a new level about a year ago when she lost more than her keys in the back of her Jeep. It happened one night after we’d been at the community hall with a bunch of friends from school. Boot scooting, no less.
That’s what we do for kicks in a small town.
I smile at the thought, remembering how she looked in the moonlight that night, laying back in the seat while we tried to maneuver so neither of us hurt ourselves. She was terrified — being her first time — but we’d been working up to this point for months. Fooling around, our hands everywhere and giving each other the feels whenever we could…
“You’re meant for me, Eden,” I breathed into her neck. Finally being up close and personal to her skin and her scent enveloping me; it was a subtle jasmine aroma with an undertone of vanilla. It made my head spin. Everything about her made me feel alive.
She giggled, looking up at me, just moments before she gave her virtue to me. And it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.
“How do you know that?”
“Because I’ve never felt this way about any other girls.” I’d had a couple of one-night flings before. It wasn’t my first time, and she knew it.
“I thought we were too young to fall in love, Brookie?”
“No way.” We’d recently both dropped the big ‘L’ word. “When you know, you know. That’s what my dad always says, anyway.”
I smile, thinking about that night. It was the best night of my life. We’ve kinda enjoyed taking risks ever since, though, usually in the confines of her car or my truck. Wherever we can, just to get as close as possible.
We never risk it at my house with my parents, because there’s never any privacy there.
I have sneaked into her dorm room on more than one occasion when her roommate was out. I’m usually the guy with his pants halfway down his thighs as I shimmy down the drainpipe, trying not to get caught and get Eden into trouble because it’s an all-women’s college.
And I believe with everything I know to be true in the last eighteen years I’ve been on this planet, this woman is the one for me. Maybe I don’t know shit at such a young age, but my parents married young and they’ve been together nearly thirty years.
“You sure I’m not going to get straw stuck in places I shouldn’t?” she says.
I shrug out of my flannel shirt and chuck my cowboy hat on top of the nearest hay bale. I push my hips into her lower back so she can feel the wood in my jeans. I’ve had it stuck in my pants all night.
“You can sit on top, babe, so you don’t get straw anywhere.” It’s the least I can do, really.
“We might get caught?” Her eyes dart around, but I chuckle, unafraid. I kiss her neck with more vigor, my hands floating up toward her ample breasts.
For a small girl she’s definitely packing the goods and I love her body. I give them a squeeze. “You love it really,” I murmur, then add a little cheekily, “You can never get bored with me.”
She starts to unbutton her blouse as I turn her around to face me. She squeals as I pick her up by the hips, sitting her ass on the hay bale. It’s vividly clear from her enchanting smile and the shine of her eyes in the moonlight, she’s into this no matter what her concerns may be. “I’m blaming you if anyone walks in on us. I won’t be able to show my face around here again.”
