Page 69 of Changing Lanes

Andi’s arms lock around my neck, knocking us off balance. Standing, I pick her up with me, righting us on our feet. Andi locks her arms around my waist as I turn to walk us back. I gasp as I find Brannon behind us. By the look on his face, he’s listened to the entire conversation.

“Sorry, long line.” Andi is still draped around my middle when he takes us in his arms.

“I love you. Not just for the woman you are but for the one you have yet to become.” He kisses me, sandwiching us together. Andi starts giggling.

“Gross,” she mutters, making us all laugh.

“Gross? Not even,” he says as he tickles her. “How about a stuffed animal?” She nods her head. We walk hand in hand to the gift shop, taking our time to enjoy the day. As we look around, Andi spots what she wants. Her excitement doesn’t surprise me when I see what it is she chooses.

“I want the sea turtle, Dad. Look at him, he’s so pretty.” Her eyes shine with happiness. I’m reminded of my own sea turtle, making me smile.

Our ride home is quiet. Andi’s in the back seat, sleeping with her sea turtle named Kiwi. Brannon takes my hand, kissing my fingers as he drives. He lays it on his thigh, placing his hand over it. Sunset settles over the distant sky, making the interior of the car darker.

My mouth went dry the second my hand touched his thigh. I wet my lips, raking my tongue over them. Brannon shifts in his seat, and my hand slides up his leg. The contact alone makes heat coil deep in my stomach. Squeezing his thigh, I do the same with mine.

Brannon chances a glance at me, his eyes burning with desire. Inching my way to the junction of his thigh and groin, I slide my fingers between the bend. Slowly, my hand motion grows in length, along with Brannon’s.

His cock lays with the head pointing at me, the imprint on his jeans is impressive. Turning my palm up, I apply a little pressure to his hard length. A small groan rolls past his lips. I peak around at Andi, still sound asleep.

A traffic light stops us again. Brannon unfastens his belt to my dismay. Wrapping his hand behind my neck, he leans over, finding my waiting mouth. His tongue delves deep as he plunders my welcoming lips. The car behind us blows their horn, and we break apart. Brannon buckles his seatbelt as we pull away. Andi’s still out. Placing my hand back on his thigh, he wraps it up the rest of the way home.

Brannon takes Andi from the backseat, still happily sleeping. Taking my purse from the truck, I hang it off my shoulder, posed to say my goodnight. He watches me closely, then shakes his head. I smile, nodding.

“No. You’re staying,” he plainly states.

“No, I’m not. She might catch us. I don’t want to upset her.”

“Fine. Will you stay for a little longer?” Holding my hand, he tugs me closer so he can kiss me.

Pulling away, I wink at him. “Alright. Just a little.”

Brannon puts Andi to bed, then tells his mother we’re going for a walk. He tosses me a jacket smelling like him, he’s not getting it back. Holding my hand, we walk through the fields as he talks to me about the work he’s done to keep the farm afloat.

He asks about my work for my father, I tell him everything. Starting at an entry-level position, refusing my father’s help along the way. How incredibly lonely I’ve been, no man ever measured up. I explain to him, I’m now my father’s right-hand man. Soon, he’ll be retiring.

Circling the perimeter of the farm, we end up at the barn. Walking in the side door, a tractor with an old hauler on it sets to the side. There’s a riding mower with a few other basic tools but no horses. But there is a lot of hay.

“So, country boy. You gonna throw me over your shoulder for a roll in the hay?” Fisting his shirt in my hand, I jerk him off balance and end up in his arms.

“Damn straight, I am.” Next thing I know, I’m upside down, being manhandled like a cave woman. I fucking love it.

“Don’t you dare drop me. Wait. Are you going to climb that ladder with me? Brannon?” Screaming at him does nothing but get a chuckle and a solid smack on my ass.

“I’ve got you. I use to carry bales of straw up here, you’re okay.” At the top of the ladder, he pulls me back up, laying me down in the loft of straw.

“You joining me?” I bite my lip, waiting for his answer.

He smirks at me. “You know damn well I’m coming.” He adds a wink.

Brannon takes the last two rungs slowly, dragging his eyes up my body. My spring dress is gathered around the top of my thighs. My blue lace panties peek out from under the hem. My legs spread slightly, and his eyes devour me making my nipples pebble.

He crawls up to me, running his hands up my thighs. Slipping them under the edge of my dress, his fingers graze the seam of my lace. Spreading his hands wide, he yanks my panties down my legs, taking my breath with them.

His hands wrap my ankles as he spreads my legs apart. Fisting handfuls of straw, I buck from the loft floor. Brannon’s hand moves to the nape of his neck where he drags his shirt from his body. Leaning over me, he shoves the rest of my dress over my stomach.

His eyes have yet to leave mine, his gaze burns so hot my skin flames. Propping up on his elbows, his head lowers between my thighs. I’m about to fucking blow, and with the first sweep of his tongue, my body convulses.

Swirling the tip of his tongue around my clit elicits a string of supplications. Long sweeps of his tongue spread the wetness gathering on my pussy. As heat pools in the pit of my stomach, I palm my breasts, kneading them with every lick of his tongue.