and a tear ran down the right side of her face. For once, she was thankful for the dark.
Soon, he was quivering above her, and she held his head in a tight grip against her neck. His deep groans into her skin made a pulse thrill through her. She matched the ferocity of his moaning and another tear slid down her cheek. How much she wanted to be the same girl she had been the last time they were here together.
The girl who let him lead, who let him worship her body, who let him love her. But she wasn’t that woman anymore. She just wanted the sex, the release, the feeling of knowing she could bring him to his knees.
Didn’t she?
Leo shuddered a last time into her neck and stopped moving. “God, I missed you, Min.” His breath came quick. “You have no idea.”
Of course, he’d missed her. Who else was gonna fuck him in the kitchen and the barn? Surely not any of the nice girls from town here. No, he needed the dirty city girl to come home, looking for a roof over her head and a job.
Something inside rebelled against thinking like that about Leo. But really, what else could she expect? He’d spent a week ignoring her around everyone else. Then, the one day he was here alone with her, he’d taken every opportunity he could to be with her, and she’d been so horny, she’d just fallen right back into the same old same old.
Why was she so stupid?
Here she was, spread beneath him, begging for his cock, and he hadn’t even taken his clothes off. Just like today in the kitchen. Wasn’t that just a metaphor for their relationship? She was the one who’d gotten metaphorically naked that first night they spent together, and he couldn’t handle it.
Well, she wasn’t going to do that again. Not with Leo Fortiss. Not with anybody.
She pushed at him and felt the physical withdrawal when his softening cock slid out of her. Mindy almost started crying again. There had been a moment where it was so perfect, and then it had all gone to hell, like it always did.
“I think there’s somebody outside,” she lied. She crossed her hands over her breasts, remembering her shirt and bra down in the stable. “Can you go down and get my clothes?”
Leo leapt up like there was a fire and pounded down the stairs in a few seconds. She sat up and dried her face with the palm of her hand. Why did she always have to do this? She’d been trying to keep her emotions at bay since she came back, but whenever she thought about Leo, she just warmed all over. She didn’t want to do that anymore. Leo was just another man. Now that he’d gotten what he wanted, he’d be on his way. Just like last time. She’d been too in love with him six years ago, and the rejection of not returning her love had been more pain than she could stand.
Well, she could beat him at his own game. He wasn’t going to hurt her again.
When Leo re-emerged from below, she was waiting for him at the mouth of the opening. She grabbed her clothes and pushed him back down.
“What are you doing?” he hissed, catching his balance. While he’d tucked his flesh back inside his underwear, his pants were still open, and a surge of warmth coursed through her remembering that feeling of being so connected to him, but she quickly buried it and shook her head.
“We need to go back inside separately. There’s someone outside and I can’t afford to get caught.”
Leo climbed a couple of stairs again, but she put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him again.
“Mindy, what are you doing?”
“You need to go inside. I’ll wait here for a bit and then come in the back way.” She pulled her shirt over her head, keeping her bra in one hand, not wanting to fuss with being naked in front of Leo any longer than she needed to be.
“What’s wrong with you?”
She leaned back, her neck straight. “I don’t want to get fired , Leo. Or have you forgotten? We get caught, you’re still his kid. I’m the one he’ll kick off the ranch, and I need this job.” She crossed
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