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Every fucking night since the apple picking, all I’ve been able to think about is Billie. Her taste, her scent, the way she looked when she came for me. She’s under my fucking skin, and there’s no getting her out.
I’ve been trying to keep it cool and not invade her space. Communicating through texts, trying to keep the conversation light. But every time my phone buzzes with a message fromBillie, it’s like a shot of adrenaline straight to my veins. Doesn’t matter how rough my day’s been, hearing from my girl makes everything else disappear.
Billie: How’s your day going, cowboy?
Me: Better now.
Billie: Smooth.
Me: I don’t do smooth, sweetheart. Just being honest.
Every night, I’m lying in bed, staring at my phone, thinking about her. It’s not just the way she feels, though fuck, I can’t stop thinking about how perfect she was against me. It’s more than that. She’s got me wanting shit I haven’t thought about in years. Stability. Something real. And I’m done running from it. I want her, and I’m not waiting any longer to make that clear.
So, I text her this morning, telling her about some silly spooky fall activity they have in town. Not because I give a damn about haunted hayrides, but because I want an excuse to be with her. To see that smile again. To touch her. And, yeah, I wanna see her squirm when something makes her jumps. I wanna be the one who’s there to hold her.
* * *
Billie
Last night, I was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about his hands. His mouth. The way he had me pinned up against that tree, making me come like I’d never been touched before.
And now, here I am, getting ready to see him again, my stomach flipping with excitement. He’s been quiet all day, no texts, nocalls. And that just makes me miss him more.
I glance at my phone one last time before heading out the door.
Me: Ready for tonight?
Rayne: You know it, sweetheart.
* * *
Rayne
I’ve been counting down the hours. Every damn minute feels like a lifetime. I shower, throw on jeans and a shirt, and grab my hat, catching a look at myself in the mirror.
I’m not the kind of guy who gets worked up about shit like this, but Billie? She’s got me feeling like I’m back in high school, getting ready for my first date.
But tonight’s about showing her that I’m all in. That she’s mine. I’m done pretending I can hold back anymore.
I pick up my phone, and shoot her a message before I head out.
Rayne: I’ll see you soon.
* * *
Billie
The truck hums as Rayne drives, his hands gripping the wheel, his forearms flexing. I can’t help but sneak glances at him—the strong jawline, the shadow of stubble that just begs to be kissed, and those shoulders that practically block out the sun. My mindkeeps wandering back to the orchard, to the way his fingers felt inside me, how good it felt when he told me to come.
Fuck. I can’t stop thinking about it.
“Something on your mind, sweetheart?” Rayne’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I glance over to see a tiny smirk pulling at the corner of his lips, that damn cowboy hat sitting low on his head.
I lean back in my seat. “Just wondering if I should have brought you a pumpkin spice latte.”
Rayne barks out a chuckle, his deep voice rumbling through the truck.
I press my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden pulse between my legs. God, why does he have to be so fucking hot?
