I feel his fingers at my waist, working the buttons of my blouse loose, making their way toward my chest. I’m lost in the moment. I don’t care where we are, who might walk in, or who might find out. I don’t care about anything but the here and the now, and finally getting what I want most.
Trick pushes my shirt from my shoulders and I let it slide down my arms and fall to the floor. Grabbing me under my butt, he lifts me up and carries me into the office. I hear the clatter of things falling to the floor and then the cool of a table beneath my butt where my skirt has been pushed up.
I reach forward to work the button and zipper loose on Trick’s jeans. His fingers are tugging at my panties, pulling them down and out from under me.
Running my fingers along Trick’s waistband, I push his jeans past his hips. They fall easily to the floor. My hands are met with nothing but warm skin. He’s not wearing any underwear.
Suddenly, I’m inflamed beyond the point that I can think clearly. All I can do is I feel, and taste and crave. And all of it comes back to Trick. My entire being is centered on him.
Grabbing my hips, Trick scoots me to the end of the table. Automatically, my legs come up and around his hips. The intimate contact is enough to steal my breath.
Trick leans back and looks into my face. I can see that he’s struggling to retain some kind of sense in the situation. I can also see that he’s barely succeeding. The knowledge makes it that much harder to wait.
“Condom,” he pants, bending to dig one out of his pocket.
“Hurry,” I whisper.
I hear the rattling of foil and then Trick is standing. I watch him as he quickly rolls down the latex. A shiver runs through me when I see what’s coming. There isn’t one disappointing inch on Trick’s entire body!
When he’s finished, he cups my face in his hands. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I want it more than anything. I want you more than anything.”
I see the white flash of teeth in his tanned face. “Then come here, baby,” he says, pulling me forward again and covering my lips with his own.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - Trick
I’m sitting in the floor, in the dark, with my arms wrapped around Cami. She’s between my legs with her back against my chest. I can feel her breathing returning to normal.
It’s surreal, the whole thing—the way it happened, the fact that it did happen. I couldn’t have planned it any better if I’d tried. Don’t think I’d even have wanted to. There’s no way I could’ve made it any better. In my wildest dreams, I never anticipated it would be like this.
She’s just as hot and fiery as her hair, but she’s sweet and sincere, too. The perfect combination. Or maybe just perfect. I don’t know. I have yet to see any flaws, physical or otherwise. Unless it might be that she cares too much what her dad thinks. Of course, if that was the case, she wouldn’t be lying half naked in my arms.
I hear her say something, but it’s too low for me to make out. I lean my head down and c**k my ear toward her mouth. “What did you say?”
“I asked why you changed your mind.”
“Why I changed my mind?”
“Yeah. About this, about us.”
“I don’t think I did.” I feel her jerk, as if she’s going to sit up. I tighten my hold and grin. Yeah, she’s fiery all right. “What I meant by that is I think I knew all along that it was inevitable. I wanted you too much to let anything stand in my way. I guess I was just trying to convince myself that I was stronger than that, more responsible.”
She gets very quiet and I can’t help but be concerned that she’s drawing all the wrong conclusions.
“We can’t let him find out. I’d never forgive myself if you lost this job and your family had to suffer for it.”
I can almost feel the guilt rolling off her in waves and bunching up her muscles. “This is not the only job in the world. Don’t worry about it. We’ll be fine. I wanted this. Wanted you.”
She leans to the side and turns to look back at me. She grins and I feel relieved that she’s not having second thoughts. Or regrets.
“That’s nice to hear.”
“What? That I want you?”
She nods.
“I thought that would’ve been fairly obvious by now.”
She laughs, a sort of husky sound that has my lower body parts stirring again.
“Oh, you made it pretty clear, but it’s still nice to hear.”
“Ahhh, you’re one of those girls, the kind that likes to know what I’m thinking, aren’t you?”
She shrugs. “I suppose. I think all girls like to hear nice things, heartfelt things.”
I bend my head to kiss her cheek then her ear. “Like you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?”
“Mmm,” she moans, tilting her head to the side to give me better access to her neck.
“Or that you captivated me with your beer-soaked t-shirt?”
I pull her bra strap down and kiss the curve of her shoulder. She reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair. I’m already thinking about round two when I hear soft sounds coming from next door, from the stall that shares a wall with the office.
I listen closely and hear what seems like scuffling sounds. Cami notices my distraction. “What is it?” she whispers.
“I’m not sure,” I reply, still listening. “Mint is next door. Let me check on her real quick.” Cami leans forward and I slide out from behind her. I bend to brush my lips over hers. “And then I’ll come back and ‘check on’ you. But it won’t be quick.” I growl playfully and she giggles.
“Then hurry up!”
I’m smiling as I zip my jeans. The summer has taken an unexpected turn for the better. Much, much better!
I’m surprised and a little alarmed when I peek into Mint’s stall and see her lying down. I open it and go inside. She’s groaning.
Although we all knew she was close, she hasn’t given any sign that she’d be delivering tonight, which concerns me. I turn on the light and go around to her tail to check her. When I see the red, velvety sac protruding from her, I spring into action.
“Cami, bring the foaling kit from under the table! Now!”
I didn’t put my t-shirt back on, which means that my clothes won’t get bloody. Unfortunately, that means that I will. But there’s no time for considerations like that. Mint and her foal are in danger.
When Cami arrives with the kit, I can see the concern on her face. “What can I do?” she asks, out of breath as she maneuvers the plastic trunk of supplies.