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“Okay,” I murmur, dragging my lips down her neck. “Then what if we run to the barn, fuck in there, and then walk back here once you can stand up straight again, and then we take a shower together?”
“Oh, God, Spencer. It’s really not fair for you to suggest that when you’re kissing my neck like that.”
I laugh as I pull back. “Why do you think I did it?”
She glares at me, but she heads toward her dresser and pulls out a pair of shorts and a sports bra.
Oh, hell yes. Shorts and a sports bra are my kryptonite. Add in a messy ponytail, and I’m done for.
I slip a condom into the little pocket inside my shorts and find my shirt while she gets changed, and when she emerges from the bathroom, sure enough…messy ponytail.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” I ask.
“Not sexy enough for you to bang me before the run, apparently,” she mutters petulantly.
I grab her in my arms. “So sexy that I’m forcing myself to go on this run so I don’t come the second I slide inside you.”
She squeaks out some reply, and I can’t help a laugh.
“Race you there,” I say, and I take off for the front door.
“Hey, wait a second!” she protests. I stop and turn toward her, and she says, “What about water?”
“Oh, right,” I say, and I detour toward the fridge to grab two bottles. As I do it, she darts out the front door.
“See ya, sucker!” she yells, and she takes off toward the barn.
I laugh as I shake my head, but I grab the bottles, head out the front door, and lock it behind me.
I’m a professional athlete. If an admitted non-runner needs a head start in a race against me, that’s fine.
I start my jog down the path that snakes behind the tasting room out toward the lake, and I take a right toward the barn. I easily catch up with her even though I’m not going full speed, and it’s clear she sprinted to this point before she lost steam.
I have a few tricks I can teach her, but hopefully the reward of what I plan to do to her in the barn will be enough to motivate her to go on another run with me in the future.
We lightly jog the rest of the way to the barn, which is just under a mile from Grace’s bungalow, and Grace opens the gated door to let us both in.
She latches it shut from the inside behind us, and we both glance around. I set my hands on my hips, not winded in the slightest, and she doubles over, panting as she tries to catch her breath.
“You okay?” I ask.
She nods, and she paces around for a few seconds as she catches her breath.
The windows around the top of the barn are casting an evening glow, and the space is mostly cleared out because the tractors that are stored here in the winter are currently parked behind the barn. The maintenance workers will drive them in here via the back door to work on them in the spring and summer months out of the elements, but otherwise the barn is mostly used for storage.
And that gives me an idea.
“The plows and tractors are parked out back right now, right?”
Grace nods.
I glance around as I picture it. “What if we cleaned this place up a little, strung some lights around the top…and used it as a second event venue when the equipment is in use?”
She looks around, and her eyes start to light up as she envisions the potential this place has. It’s bigger than the Grand Hall, which means our parties wouldn’t necessarily have to be limited the way those are. There’s plenty of parking between the parking lots and the long street we drive down to get to the barn.
“Oh! What if we built a shed over the spot where the equipment is currently parked?” she asks. “Then we could use the barn year-round for events!”
We both walk through the barn and open the garage door in the back.
