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I do. Hard. My whole body tenses, my pussy clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me breathless and shaking.
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Rayne
Feeling her come undone around my fingers is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever felt. She’s gasping, trembling, and I can’t get enough. I want more—need more.
I pull my hand from her jeans, my fingers slick with her cream, and before she can say anything, I’m on my knees, my hands gripping her thighs, pushing her pants down just enough to bury my face between her legs.
“Rayne…” she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper.
I don’t answer. I just dive in, my tongue flicking over her clit, licking up every drop of her juices, tasting her, savoring her. She’s sweet and salty, perfect, and I can’t stop myself. I want to make her come again, make her scream my name.
Billie’s hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, grinding against my face, and I groan against her, the vibrations sending her over the edge again. She moans loud this time, her whole body shaking as she comes, her pussy pulsing against my tongue.
Chapter 11
Billie
The next few days after the corn maze are a blur of work, texts from Rayne, and replaying that insane night in my head. I can still feel the way he looked at me, the way he made me come—twice. It’s like I’m buzzing with energy, unable to focus on anything except the memory of him on his knees, making me lose my damn mind.
But it’s been a few days, and we’ve both been busy—me with the bakery and the upcoming festival, him with the ranch and whatever brooding cowboy things he gets up to. We’ve been texting, though, and each message has me grinning like a fool.
This morning, I woke up to a simple one: Pick you up at noon. I’ve got plans for us.
Now, I’m standing outside my bakery, the cool fall air brushing against my skin, watching as Rayne’s truck rumbles down the street, pulling up right in front of me. I feel that familiar flutter in my stomach as I take in the sight of him—those broad shoulders, that damn hat, the way he fills out those jeans like they were made just for him.
He hops out of the truck, and before I can even say anything, he’s rounding the front of it, his hand already outstretched to helpme into the passenger seat. “Morning, sweetheart.”
I grin, sliding my hand into his and feeling the warmth of his grip. “Morning.”
He helps me up into the truck, his hand lingering on my waist a little longer than necessary, and I catch that familiar glint in his eye—like he’s already thinking about all the ways he’s going to make me squirm later. And, God help me, I want it.
We’ve got some tension still simmering between us, the kind that hasn’t fully boiled over into sex yet, but it’s coming. I can feel it.
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Rayne
There’s something about having Billie in my truck that just feels right. I’ve been thinking about her every second since that night at the corn maze, how she tasted, how she moaned my name. And I’ll be damned if I don’t get to hear that sound again.
I help her into the truck, my hand sliding to her waist, feeling the heat of her body through her jeans. She’s so damn soft, and every time I get near her, my self-control goes right out the fucking window. But I keep it in check—for now.
I climb in on my side and start the engine, the low growl of the truck filling the silence between us. Billie’s looking at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something else. Desire. It’s mutual.
“Where are we going?” she asks, her voice light and teasing.
I give her a sidelong glance. “You’ll see.”
The roads are clear, the trees lining the way with brilliant shades of orange, red, and gold. The air is cool, crisp, carrying the scent of wet leaves and pine. It’s the kind of day that makes you want to sit by a fire, cuddle up under a blanket with someone, and just… be.
But that’s not where we’re headed. Not yet.
I drive us up into the hills, the winding roads offering glimpses of the countryside in full fall glory. Billie’s leaning back in her seat, looking out the window, but I catch the way she glances at me every few minutes. Like she’s waiting for me to do something, say something.
Hell, I’m waiting too.
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