I finally track down Affton and like she generally does, she asks for the run down of the past month. "All in all, pretty uneventful." I shrug and look around the room again. A lot of these faces are familiar but it's rare to find someone that isn't forgettable. Especially in this industry.
"Good. Glad you're home." She tries to walk away, pissed about something. Probably the shirt.
I follow her, drinking my beer in a few gulps. "Got any new faces, Affy?"
"What do you mean?" She keeps walking, smiling dutifully at everyone she passes.
"I mean, anyone I would fuck that's here, I've already fucked. I need some fresh meat. The thicker, the better." I point at my shirt and her cheeks go red.
"Grant," she growls quietly. "Go find Jonathan and pester him."
I roll my eyes and grab another beer. I've been stuck with Jonathan for the past month. I need some new scenery. The guy still won't accept the fact I'm not going to sleep with him. Getting another drink, I make my rounds, getting stopped every so often for someone to comment on my shirt. I prefer a bigger girl and the past month's been excruciating. Don't get me wrong, I'll fuck a girl no matter her size, but we all have preferences. My preferences haven't really been met the past month though. This industry gives me a lot of women to choose from but a lot of the same type.
Normally I can outdrink any motherfucker here, but I'm fucking beat. I've been partying for a month straight. Sobriety is becoming a distant relative. That's not weird, but even I need down time now and again. Getting my sixth drink since I've shown up, I seek out Tommy.
"Hey, Grant." I'm stopped by a girl I don't recognize but that's not unusual. Her hand slides to my belt buckle. "I still have your other buckle." She giggles and I stare harder, really having a hard time remembering her.
"Keep it as a souvenir." I smirk and move around her. My dick didn't even jump for her. Fuck, this shit's getting old. Finding Tommy, I stop in front of him "Okay, so." I finish the rest of this drink, I think it was wine, I don't know but it had liquor. "So, this party's lame. There's not much potential here tonight. My shirt didn't do its job." I scan the room again but I'm a little too drunk to claim if there's hot enough chicks to screw here or not. "And I have to be up early to dust the Kenshaw crops. Might as well get a head start. Tommy." I hold out my fist for a bump.
"You're not leavin' me here, dude," Tommy blurts as quiet as he can so Affton doesn't hear him. "These people are leeches!"
"Your wife's one of them." I shrug and flinch prior to getting hit because I know it's coming.
"Fuck you," he blurts, punching my arm as hard as he can. "Come on, let's get another drink and go out by Ginnie and Simon. At least we know no one will be out there. Rich assholes don't want to hang out with goats."
"Dude, they're not all leeches either. You're talkin' to the wrong people. Plus the Kenshaw clan's here somewhere. I saw Jo milkin' her titties on her way to the bathroom." I look at him to verify but he shakes his head at me. "Have you ever got Ginnie drunk? I bet that shit would be hilarious." I walk behind the bar and the staff steps back, looking at me like I'm robbing the joint. I guess I am, and when I start loading my arms with beer, one runs away, probably to tell.
Before we get to the door, Affton's big fine ass blocks the exit and Tommy's busted. Except her sights are on me.
"Hey, Affy, you make this..?" I point at her, up and down a few times, not sure what to call what she's wearing. It's hot, but I don't know if it's shorts, or pants, or a dress. "This creation?"
"Tommy, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" she quietly snarls at him. "Jonathan said you're avoiding him. Every time you make eye contact, you run the other way."
"Just hanging out with my best friend, babe," he says, grinning. It falls as fast as her face turns into a scowl. "Or not... Jonathan, you say? I should go talk to Jonathan?" He points back toward the crowd and Affton's hands go to her hips.
Jonathan's alright. He's my favorite boss of Affton's but Tommy don't give a shit about these dudes. He'd be happy if she worked in Jo's salon making pennies for an income. While she continues to scold him, I scoot away, inch by inch, knowing if I don't, I'll be next.
"Stop!" she blurts and grabs my arm, tugging me back and the beers almost tumble. "Grant Matthews, you're my personal fucking pilot! And you showed up drunk! You flew all three of my bosses here from California while you were drunk! Are you kidding me!"
"They were drunk too. And, Affy." I dump the beer in Tommy's arms then slide my arm over her shoulders. "In my defense, I haven't been sober in probably five years. I'm a highly functioning alcoholic."
She opens her mouth and starts dragging me to the sliding door. Probably to throw me off the balcony but abruptly stops when a girl runs up with a tablet. A hot girl. A girl I've never seen and I'm suddenly thinking tonight's not a complete bust. I hope she reads my shirt.
"Thank you! I don't know how I lost that file," Affton says. "I'll—"
"I'm Grant," I blurt over Affton then step to stand in front of her.
The girl lets out this annoying, but sexy, chuckle then glances down at my shirt before her eyes pin me again. "I know." She steps to the side and moves around me, continuing her conversation with Affton.
"The shirt's not a joke," I speak up but Tommy pulls me away. "I'm DTF whenever you are!" I call back to her, not able to look away. She's hot as shit and I've never seen this girl in Affton's entourage before. I think Affton's giving me a death glare but I can't take my eyes from the girl that's completely ignoring me. "She's one of the leeches you were talking about?" I mutter to Tommy.
"Carter?" He yanks me outside. "She's the furthest thing from a leech. She's just not going to let you in her pants, dude." He laughs. Hard. "You want some water? Maybe a casket for when Affton murders you later?"
With a chuckle I stop walking and grab his face, lightly patting his cheek. "Water." I shake my head. "Tommy, my friend, I'm going crop dusting." Planting a kiss on his mouth, I walk away before he can stop me. He's got his hands full of beers and my spit on his lips.
I find Jonathan and the boys to say goodbye then head down the back steps 'cause I can cut through the woods to get to the hangar faster that way. As I step outside, I expect to hear Simon and Ginnie goin' at it, but there's a chick out here talking away. Seems to be to herself 'cause no one else is out here. I look around but can't find where she's hiding and I don't have much effort left in me tonight.
"No, you idiot, I'm not drunk. This is a work event!" I hear her laugh. "You know I'm not coming home any time soon." She falls silent before speaking up again. "Christmas. Maybe. Yes. I have to go, Parker. Tell Dad I said hi, okay?" Who the fuck calls their family during a party? "I love you too."
"I'm a pilot, you know." I speak up, finally finding the figure in the shadows. "I can take you home to see your hot sister Parker." Getting closer, I realize it's the snobby bitch from before and I grin.
"My hot brother Parker would probably kick your ass if he ever met you," she says, letting out a laugh. "But thanks for the offer." She looks around. "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in there schmoozing it up with all of them?"
"Uh..." I look upward toward the balcony. This girl might be harder to crack 'cause she's a bitch, but I bet if I say I'm some fancy ass designer, she'll be all up on this dick. "I probably should. We're celebrating my line." I shrug. "But, party life isn't really my style."
Her eyes narrow at me and a very slow grin slides on those lips. "Your line, huh?" she says, amusement changing the features on her face. "So what's this line of yours called?"
Shit, shit, Jonathan and Nick talked about this shit for a fucking hour yesterday and I just blocked them out and kept drinking.
"My line?" Her eyes flash down to my t-shirt. "IFFC," tumbles out of my mouth and I shrug coolly. "You want to get out of here? I'm going flying."
Her eyes go wide and her eyebrows shoot up. "You're not flying like this. And I know you're not a designer, Grant. You're a pilot. And you're drunk. There's no way you're getting in a plane right now. Come on, let me sober you up." She grabs my elbow, rolling her eyes as she tries to pull me back inside.
Reversing the roles, I push her back until she's met the wall of the house and I lean my arm above her head while getting closer to her face. "What'd you have in mind?" I lick my bottom lip, staring at hers.
"Water." She lets her eyes flick to my lips then gives her head a little shake. "Maybe some aspirin. Or Gatorade. Or a toilet seat..." Her words trail off when I take another step closer to her, closing the distance between us.
I cock my eyebrow, never hearing that one before. "I'm not drunk, I'm just never sober. How about we talk less and fuck more. We can do it right here." I glance toward the back door. "Or I can take you inside to one of the spare bedrooms and make you scream things you didn't know sounded good in a sentence."
She's staring at me. Or glaring, I can't figure that one out. Then she laughs, shaking her head. "You're a piece of work, aren't you?" Her hands go to the sides of my face and she bites her lip. Right when I think this girl is going to kiss me she pushes. Hard. Hard enough to make me stumble back. "One of these days that cockiness is going to get you stabbed. Probably in the dick."
"Eh." I shrug and start heading toward the woods. "This cockiness has been around for thirty-five years, sweetheart. Never been stabbed, and rarely turned down. If you want the honors of doing both, follow me." She's too feisty for me today. I don't have much fight because it's true, I haven't been sober in over a week.
"You're not actually going to plane...field...crop thing right now, are you?" She jogs to catch up with me. "Affton will kill me if I let you do this and you die," she mumbles, I'm not sure if it's to me or herself though.
"What's your name?" I ignore her internal worry, not sure why she thinks she's going to stop me. I don't even know this girl but she's talking like she was put on babysitting duty.
"Carter. Carter Dawn. Affton's live-in assistant." She stops and shoves her hand toward me. "I've heard a lot about you in the month I've lived here. Grant Matthews."
I cock my eyebrow, getting a lot more information than I expected. Live-in assistant. And they talk about me.
"Well, Carter Dawn, it's a pleasure to meet you." I shake her hand, not letting go until she wiggles it out of my grasp. I wonder if Affton and Tommy found themselves a new playmate since I've been gone. Dickheads. "You from a town or two over?" I keep walking and she follows, seeming to forget she was trying to stop me.
"California. I used to model for Affton before she left Trenton." Something rustles in the trees as we pass through the woods and she shrieks, then clears her throat and continues walking like that didn't just happen.
I chuckle and wrap my arm over her shoulder. "You didn't seem like a southern girl, but a name like Carter Dawn made me wonder. So why do you have a dude's name?"
"My mom wanted me to be a boy. She had everything picked out for a boy to come along, embroidered and all. So...here I am." She shrugs, still keeping up with my pace.
"Here you are." I smirk, wondering if she'll fuck me on the tarmac or if I'll have to get her into the plane. "And I'm guessing she wanted your brother to be a girl? With a name like Parker." We reach the runway and have about a mile to go but she's still keeping up. I'll have to check her for ticks, but I'll wait until I get her clothes off.
"She died when he was born. My mom's name was Parker so my dad named him after her."
"Tough break." I nod, not wanting this girl's sob story.
I keep my eyes on my hangar, getting antsy. I've been flying the Cessna for the past month and I can't wait to get into my Thrush. It's more intimate and I can do a hell of a lot more in it than I can the jet. Altering the Thrush for dual seating slowed her down some but when you got friends, why do things alone?
"When we get in the light, I need to check you," I tell her.
"Check me?" She lets out that laugh again. "You think I'm carrying or something?"
"I know what you're carrying." I stare at her tits a minute. "But I need to check you for ticks."
"Ticks?!" she shrieks, spinning in front of me and pinning me with that wide-eyed glare. She's wearing too much makeup and doesn't need it. These model types are so dense. Don't realize their natural beauty is what makes a real man nut if he's actually paying attention to her face. "Ticks? Those blood sucking things that kill you?"
I scrunch my brows and start to laugh when I realize she's serious. Rubbing my eyebrow, I talk myself out of fucking with her. "They ain't gonna kill you but you still don't want one on you. Lyme disease." I wink at her and take her hand, pulling her along. "I'll check you thoroughly though."
"How do you check for ticks?" She scratches behind her ear. "Oh my god, I think I have a mosquito bite." She slaps her leg and groans. "God, why did I go outside tonight? Between West Nile and Lyme disease you might as well bury me now."
I laugh at her. "You been here a month, you say? Haven't gone out much? They haven't dragged you to a Kenshaw bonfire or to the lake yet?"
"They've tried, don't get me wrong." She shudders. "No way am I getting in that water. And by the way, Jo doesn't like being told no." She laughs. "I try to stay inside after the sun goes down! What with the snakes and shit. Gah!"
"Yeah..." I stare at the light shining out of the hangar, glad we're almost there. "But you got me tonight. I'll take care of ya. Come on, let's get into the light so I can make sure you're safe."
She starts to jog toward the light and I laugh, following behind her. Unlocking the door, I walk her through the office and into the hangar where my baby's waiting for papa. I grin wide looking at my girl but turn to Carter. Seeing her in the light again, I'm glad this is the girl that followed me through the woods to my deserted hangar. City girls sometimes got shit to learn. I'll teach her.
"Alright." I fold my arms over my chest. "Strip." I nod.
The harsh laugh that comes out of her stops abruptly and she swings before I know it's coming, landing one in the same damn spot Tommy hit earlier. "Fuck you," she blurts, her face mixed with confusion and lust.
"Carter Dawn, how the hell am I going to check you for those blood sucking bastards?" I claim, trying to maintain seriousness. "Did you think I had a magic tick wand? Plus, I know a West Nile mosquito bite when I see one. Come on." I snap and yank my shirt off. "You can check me too."
She bites her lip and doesn't shy away from letting her eyes trail my body. "I like your tattoos." She nods toward the one on my chest. "Tommy do those?"
I look down my chest at the ink covering me. "Some. Sweetheart, the longer we stand here in clothes, the closer to death we get." I step toward her, wrapping my finger under the strap on her shoulder.
She clears her throat and glances down at her clothes then groans. Rolling her eyes, she shakes her head. "You're going to have to try way harder than that to get these clothes off." She spins to walk away.
"I've got harder in me." I follow her, stopping her from getting farther while I slide my arm around her front and pull her back against me. "A lot harder." I pivot my hips to show her exactly how hard but my thumb rubs against a familiar bump as I try to get to her tits. "Fuck." I huff. "Carter Dawn." I clear my throat, just knowing this girl's going to flip her shit. Slowly letting her go, I grab her shoulders and spin her. She's frozen but I think more from lust than what I'm about to tell her. "You've got ticks, baby." I point right under her boob.
Her eyes go wide. Her head looks down, then back at me and her mouth flaps. "T—" She shakes her head. "No! Ahh! Get them off!" She starts ripping at her dress and manages to get it off, flinging it across the room, still panicked and screaming.
Well shit. That was easy enough. She's standing in black panties with straps and crisscrosses I could easily use to tie her up. To top it off, she's wearing a cute little bra that makes her tits bubble. I take my time enjoying the site until her eyes hit me and she looks like she could cry.
"Alright, alright, you're fine." I grab her, figuring I guess I should help put her mind at ease. "There's no more. Just the one."
"Just the one? That's not one of those where-there's-one-there-are-hundreds things, right?" She pushes her tits up, trying to look under them. Her hands scramble around her body then move to her hair. "Find them! Get them off!"
I grab her wrists, trying not to laugh at her. "Stop moving, woman. Calm down. I can't see anything when you're acting like a fish out of water." I push the hair out of her face that she frantically messed. "Just…" Staring at her face, I know I need to act like I'm looking for them but she's a beautiful girl. Not the plastic girls I'm used to from California. "Hold still." I slide my hands over her shoulders to the back of her neck and my dick is practically unzipping my pants for me. She's not in this moment like I want her to be, but I still got her naked and my hands on her. Slowly dragging my fingers down her back, I stop at her bra. I'll probably get stabbed in the dick... "Hold still." I look at her with wide eyes.
"Oh god," she whispers, freezing in her spot. "Did you find one?"
"Shh." I nod, unhooking her bra. "Just hold still." I move slowly, pushing her bra out of the way, not sure how long until she realizes I'm just trying to free her tits. "I'll get it." My hand slides all the way to the side of her tit before her expression changes.
"There's not another tick, is there, Grant?" She breathes, the deep breath pushing her tit into my palm.
I can't help my grin and I chuckle. "No." I dip my head and she meets me halfway, pressing her lips against mine.
"You're a dick," she whispers, giggling.
"I know," I grin, kissing her again, pinching her nipple between my fingers. "I woulda claimed you had a tick on you back at Affton's if I knew that's all it'd take to get you naked. Fuck." I lean down to suck her tit in my mouth while I lower my other hand down her stomach. At any minute, this girl's going to stop me, but I'll keep going until she does.
I get my hand to her panties and she grabs my wrist, but she doesn't stop me, she pushes my hand to dip into the fabric.
"You're a dirty fucking girl, Carter Dawn." I slide my fingers between her pussy lips, coating them instantly.
"Fuck," she moans, pushing herself against the palm of my hand. "Never claimed to be anything but," she whispers breathily. Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. "God," she moans when I roll my finger around her clit. "We're not fucking tonight."
I stop and lift my head from watching my hand. "Come again?"
She smirks at me. "You can keep going. But we're not fucking tonight." She raises an eyebrow. "Or did you want to stop?" Her hand snakes between my legs and strokes my dick over my jeans. "We can stop."
"No. No need to stop." I flex my hips to push my dick harder against her palm while I plunge two fingers inside her, making her squeak and dig her nails into my shoulder. "Just keep doing that and I'll keep doing this." I groan. The thought to come without fucking her never crossed my mind. But whatever she's doing through my jeans is doing the fucking trick and fast.
I move my fingers faster, hooking them a little more so I can reach that magic spot. I'm not sure if I should keep sucking her tits or kiss her. I want to do both but I make the choice to slam my mouth against hers, wanting to taste her tongue.
Her fingers fumble with the belt buckle and just when I think I'm going to have to help her she figures it out. My pants are at my ankles in almost an instant and her hand slides under the waistband of my boxer-briefs. When she wraps her hand around my dick she pauses, cocking her head.
"The fuck is that?" she whispers, then moans as she rocks her hips into my hand.
"If you get on your knees, I can show you." I smirk, rubbing faster, feeling her tighten around my fingers. "Feels even better inside a tight pussy." Her eyes hit mine and I smirk, pushing my dick against her palm again.
"Fuck!" she belts out. "Oooh fuck. Shit, fuck!" Her thighs clench around my hand as she rocks on my palm. I don't let up as she falls over the edge. "Holy shit!" Her legs tremble and her hand still on my shoulder is digging her nails into my flesh. She's breathing heavy, her moans and screams probably could be heard back at the party, but when her eyes finally flutter open and hit mine I know she's done.
Only problem is, I'm not. I grab her wrist when she tries to drop her hand. Wrapping her fingers around me, I show her how to stroke a pierced cock the right way and when she gets the rhythm that's going to make me come, I grab her tits.
"When I finally fuck you, you're going to be sorry you passed it up tonight." I grunt and clench my teeth as I come up her arm and across her black panties that I should have removed. Holy fuck that was fast.
She chuckles, swiping her arm against my chest and cringing. "When," she says then laughs. "Sure. Come on, let's get back to the party." She heads for her discarded dress and makes a face as she looks down at it. "Fuck."
"March your sexy ass back to the party naked with my come on you, baby. I'll be right behind you." I laugh at her, picking up my shirt, knowing she won't put that dress back on. When her eyes hit mine, pleading, I look down at my shirt. "I'll give you my shirt if you come flying with me."
"First things first, Grant Matthews." She yanks my shirt out of my hands and over her head. "No one back at that party will know anything about what we just did. And it's not happening again so deal with that." She fixes her hair and looks down at her legs. "And secondly, I can't get in a plane without pants. I can't go back to the party without pants either... So... Shit." She tosses her arms in the air. "Fucking country life!"
"Get in the plane, Carter Dawn." I head toward my baby, getting hard again. God, I love this fucking plane. When I look back, she hasn't moved. "Suit yourself. Coyotes will be in here sniffing you out soon enough." I hit the button and the hangar doors start to open.
"Coyotes?" she yells after me. "Grant, you can't dust fields or whatever in the middle of the night!"
"I've been flying for eighteen years. I can fly this plane blindfolded and with one arm. Coming?" I let out a wolf call before climbing onto the wing.
"Dammit!" Glancing back, she's speed walking toward the plane. "I hate you," she mutters and takes my extended hand to help her onto the wing.
"But that pussy doesn't." I smirk at my hand I never cleaned then help her behind my seat.
She hums her response and sits in the seat. "How the fuck do you buckle this thing?"
I look back at her and smirk. “Only seatbelt is right here." I point to my dick that's hard again. Coming on her was nice, but I'd rather be coming inside her and I don't think it's going to go down until I do. "You just sit right on it and squeeze tight, locking you right in place." I wink at her disgusted face.
"You don't have seatbelts in this death trap, do you?" She doesn't look amused at me telling her to sit on my dick.
"Remember what I said before? Less talking, more fucking? Still applies." I put the plane in motion and she yelps, grabbing anything she can. "Careful, baby. You'll get us killed." I laugh at her panic. Pulling down the tarmac, I keep looking back at her, enjoying the sight of her relaxing little by little. Passing my Cessna I accelerate; right before the tires leave the ground I smirk. "Hey, Carter Dawn, I think I saw a tick in your hair. Lay your head in my lap and I'll check you, baby," I wink back at her as her panicked face tries to shift to anger but she's scared shitless right now.
"You're such an asshole," she finally says, shaking her head. Her lips turn up into a small smile before she wipes it off, pretending to be disgusted. "I never should have left that party," she mutters, glancing out the window as she brings her fingers to her lips, trailing them along the soft curve.
"City girls really shouldn't follow wolves out into the woods. I'll learn you if it's the last thing I do. You're lucky I'm just an average drunk that likes to fuck or tonight could have ended pretty badly for you. I don't really give a shit what you do in your life, but promise me you won't go with random men into the woods unless they're me." I don't know why I'm pissed right now but it was stupid of her, whether or not she's heard a lot about me. Stupid city girl.
"I'm very capable of taking care of myself, thank you."
I start to laugh. "You almost caught yourself ablaze when there was a tick on your dress. Now you're sitting behind me in come-stained panties and my t-shirt that says I fuck fat chicks. I haven't had this good of a night in a while." I laugh harder.
"This is the worst t-shirt in the history of the world. I feel like a fraud." Watching her reflection in the window, I see she looks down at the shirt and cringes. "Who the fuck wears a shirt like this? Who are you?" She laughs harshly.
"Obviously I do. A dude that likes thick girls. And I'm Grant Matthews."
"Holy shit, what did I do?" She covers her face with her hands. "Drop me off here. I'm good. I'll make it back just as soon as the last party person leaves."
"I think." I stop and reach under my seat. "Yeah, here. Here's a parachute. Or you could shut your sexy mouth and enjoy the ride and I'll get you into the house without anyone seeing my come on your panties. Then I'll take you to one of those spare rooms, tie you up with them and finally give you what you want tonight." I slide my hand over my dick that had finally started going soft but the more I think about being inside this girl, the harder I get.
She huffs and relaxes back in her seat. Her eyes scan out the windows and she sighs a few times. "Grant, how the hell can you see anything? It's so dark out here."
"I've lived here my whole life. I know my course like the back of my hand. I don't need to see. We're low enough I don't need to worry about head on collisions with the big guys." I look up into the starlit sky. "Look out the window." I point. "Reach down, there's a buckle." I wait for her to realize my 'death trap' actually has buckles. "Watch." Making a circle, I get closer to land. Brandt Kenshaw's probably going to kick my ass. Last time I did this, I woke up his kids. They couldn't see me, but they heard me. "You buckled?" She nods but keeps her eyes out the window. "That's the Kenshaw pond." I dip, making the wing graze the water and she screams in laughter and excitement.
She's super hot. A little obnoxious. Except when she's enjoying herself.
"Holy shit," she breathes, gripping onto the seat. "This is beautiful. Scary as hell, but beautiful."
I laugh. "That should be your motto. Beautiful but scary as hell. I don't want to know how many guys you've stabbed in the dick." I circle back around and do it again, pulling up quickly, making her scream.
"None yet. But the night's still young." She grins and shifts in her seat to look behind us. "Have you ever crashed one of these things?"
Now's probably not the time to be truthful. "No." I laugh at her. Maybe I'll tell her when we land. When I head for the field on the Kenshaw ranch, she reaches over to my shoulder and grips so tightly it might get severed. The horses bolt for the barns and I laugh because she's not that amused.
"I don't have pants on to shit, but I could have just shit my pants," she mumbles, not letting go of my arm.
"Don't shit in my plane." I pry her grip off my arm. "I'm tired as hell and know I won't be up at six to hit these fields, so..." I look around, making sure Brandt brought the tractors in. "Here we go."
After a few runs and thoroughly explaining the process to overly curious Carter Dawn, I head for the tarmac, beat, horny, and needing a drink to help me sleep. Getting my baby inside the hangar, I look over at the jet and sigh. Affton's gonna kill me if I leave it out, but I need to sneak this girl into that house with no pants on.
"So." I stare at her legs, wanting to run my tongue over them. "I'll go slow, but this might hurt." I walk her toward the four wheeler, too tired to walk back to the house and I don't think she'd let me drag her through the woods without pants on. "Just make sure you hold on." I climb on.
"You expect me to straddle that thing without pants on? Have you seen this underwear? There's no barrier! I'm going to get mud and insects in places that... No. That's not happening."
I stare at her a minute, too tired to fight with this girl. "Alright." Grabbing her hips, I yank her toward me, making her straddle me before she can fight away. Her hands are on my bare chest and the look on her face tells me I'm about to get stabbed in the dick. "This better, high maintenance?"
Her eyes narrow at me. "I'm not high maintenance," she growls, pushing off my lap and straddling the seat behind me. "I'm just not backwoods like most girls you know."
"Nope, you're not. You're just like all the bitches I've been fucking for the past year." I sigh and take off faster than I originally planned but I need to get this girl indoors and the fuck away from me. Her nails dig into my stomach as she holds tight. We pull up to the yard and I turn off the four wheeler. "We have to go in the side door through the garage. No one will see you. You staying in a particular room?" I pull her into the shadows of the yard.
"Yes. Main level." She stays one step behind me. "Not far enough away from Affton and Tommy's room, though." She laughs. "Rabbits don't even fuck that much. God."
"You three ever..?" I glance back at her.
"Ever what?" She has that look on her face like she's confused as hell and that's my answer.
"Nothin'." I smirk and unlock the side door, getting us into the garage. "Before I get you tucked in, you sure you don't want to climb Jacob's ladder?"
She moans. "Tempting." When we make it to the door to the house, she pushes me against the wall and runs her nail down my cheek.
She's hot and cold. Mostly hot, but I have a feeling she's a handful. Wants to be compliant but doesn't know how to just let go. She had fun tonight when I took her flying. And I know she definitely had fun when I checked her for ticks, but she's got that attitude that pops up every now and then. There's a lot to learn about her, but I don't think I care enough to learn it. She was fun in the hangar. She's sexy as fuck and exactly what I like to fuck, but it might be a lot of work. I don't like to work for anything but my money.
"I think I'm good tonight." After slamming her lips to mine, she takes a step back, pushing open the door and shrugs. "I'll get the shirt back to you. I can make it from here."
I scrape my teeth over my bottom lip. "You do that, baby." I smirk, noticing Tommy out of the corner of my eye. "Have a good night, Carter Dawn." I laugh and head back through the garage, loving when I hear her yelp as she discovers he was standing right there. I bet she's as red in the cheeks as she'll be when she's choking on my dick one of these days.