First Love (Love Nibbles Book 2) by Bonnie Dee

on her little wagon. As Rachael poured glasses for the members of both families, she imagined what the Langdons would think of her if they knew what she and their son had been up to.
    Joe took the glass of lemonade from her and drank deeply, Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow. Condensation dripped off the glass and rolled down his chest, and Rachael felt an answering wetness between her legs. When Joe handed her the empty glass, he shifted his eyes sideways at the scattered hay waiting to be baled.
    She nodded one and turned away to serve the others. Everyone stopped to drink the lemonade and fan their faces in whatever shade they could find.
    Rachael slipped away to the most distant haystack and a few seconds later Joe joined her. They crashed against each other, kissing and groping furiously, before tumbling into the loose hay. The cut grass was soft yet prickly under Rachael’s back. Joe was hard and heavy between her legs, weighing her down. Baking in the sun, the hay smelled like yeasty bread fresh from the oven. Forever after she knew the scent would take her back to this moment and the thrill of Joe’s arms around her and his passionate kisses.
    At last he pulled back to whisper, “After we finish the haying, my parents are going to visit my aunt’s family in Michigan. I’ll be on my own looking after the farm for a few days. You have to find a way to come over.”
    He returned to kissing her neck. She slid her hands up his sweat-slicked back and tasted salt on her tongue. “I’ll find a way,” she promised, lifting her hips to rub herself against his hard ridge.
    He lifted up on his arms, still thrusting, and his eyes shone as he stared at her. “I want you so much. I wish we could ... right here and now.”
    Rachael sucked a breath. He didn’t have to say the word for her to picture the act. She’d felt his length in her hand and could hardly imagine what it would be like inside of her.
    “Soon.” She pushed him off of her and scrambled up. “Now brush this hay off my back before someone notices we’re both missing.”
    *
    Over the rest of that week, they stole whatever moments they could. If they were too daring and careless, Rachael couldn’t bring herself to care. All she knew was that she needed and craved Joe. She tumbled into bed each night, exhausted from hard physical labor, but eager to start all over again in the morning simply for those few precious bits of time.
    Sometimes they made a plan and Rachael would run to meet him on the road after dinner so he could take her for a drive. He let her try to operate the truck on a deserted back country road, resulting in a lot of gear grinding and laughter.
    One evening he drove her to the lake and they swam; he in his bathing trunks, she in her underwear. He tossed her, laughing and shrieking, into the deep water then quickly rescued her when he realized she couldn’t swim. He held her close as they bobbed in the water, bodies weightless, spirits floating in bliss. As he kissed her wet lips, Rachael’s heart swelled so much her chest ached. She would have gone all the way in the bed of his truck that evening, but Joe drove her home and let her out partway down the road as usual. Their weekend together was coming soon. With his parents gone, they would have the luxury of making their first time special.
    “Why do you act so strange lately? You hardly listen to anything anybody says, and you keep going on long walks.” Mattie asked Rachael one evening as they sat on the porch.
    Rachael was on the top step, eyes riveted on the book in her lap but her mind a million miles—or actually ten acres—away. Mattie sat a step down playing with a pair of kittens she’d brought from their nest in the hayloft.
    “I asked you what you think of the name Midnight.” She held up the coal-black kitten. “Because he’s...”
    “Black. Very original. Why not confound people and call him Snowball?” Rachael teased.
    “Funny. I like it.” Mattie