Hung Out: A Needles and Pins Rock Romance by Lyrica Creed Read Free Book Online Page B

But they’re fine.” The last times we’d stayed close, either around the pool or in the recreation room.
    “Scar, just step out of ’em.” He tugged on my ankle. “This bike trail is paved almost all the way down.” I kicked them off, and he straightened with them in one hand, and reclaimed my hand with his other.
    He seemed to be headed toward a large stable and gave my wrist an impatient tug when I dallied too long at a fence exclaiming over paint horses. The paved trail had ended, but the sand was soft and dry beneath my soles.
    We kept up a nonstop chatter, but when we entered the huge empty barn, I quieted while taking it in. The horse stalls were empty. He led me beyond them and turned a corner. The sandy floor became a rough stone floor and he paused before a door, whipping a key from his pocket. After a furtive look around, he unlocked the door, pulled me through it, before closing and relocking it behind us. His sneaky manner alerted me. This had been no casual walk around the grounds. Natural lighting filtered through a window at the end of the hall, enough for me to tip my face to his in silent surprise and see his return smirk.
    We passed what looked like a few offices, and at the window, he turned to a stairwell. I followed him up and found we were in a large loft. A huge opening was on the outside wall, and through it, was a magnificent view of the grounds and lake. An open half wall across from it overlooked the inside of the barn. Across on the far side of the barn, I saw an identical open window. A cross draft flowed through—obviously part of the architectural planning.
    I turned back to the outside view, and when he nudged me closer to the outside wall, away from view of anyone entering the barn, I considered the key and realized his clandestine motives even before he nuzzled his face in my neck.
    “This is why I asked you to wear a dress…” He spoke against my skin. “Damn, you smell good.” I shivered when his tongue swabbed the crook at my shoulder. “Taste good, too…”
    Holy shit, it had been so long. My panties were already warm and wet. “How did you pull this off?” I put it out of my mind that conjugal visits were absolutely not allowed. I knew because Gage had asked the first day he’d come to check the place out and do paperwork!
    “Money makes friends in high places.” He swiveled me to face him and hungrily claimed my lips. “Damn, I’ve been dreaming of this kiss—a
real
kiss.”
    “Friends in high places?” I spoke around his tongue. “Like the stable?”
    “Like one of the grooms,” he concurred. “Now shut it, and kiss me!”
    Our tongues clashed, and he sucked the breath from my lungs. After kissing thoroughly, he slowed things enough to tickle and tease with his rock star kisses. By now, I was a pro with these techniques and pressed closer when I had him groaning. My senses were so enamored with the taste of him that I barely registered his fingers beneath my dress until he jerked my panties down.
    “Unbutton this…” With a trail of his finger, he indicated the front of the dress.
    “You do it,” I retorted, unwilling to remove my hands, which were tunneled beneath his tee exploring the sinewy muscles he’d developed during his stay.
    “I would, but I need a taste. Fuck, it’s been so long.” He knelt as he spoke, and his head disappeared beneath the loose skirt of the dress.
    My knees almost buckled with the first swipe of his tongue and a cry ripped through my throat.
    “Scar,” he spoke from the tent of fabric. “You gotta stay quiet.”
    So matter of fact was his tone, as if he was shushing me in a movie theater. A hysterical giggle was the next threat to the silence—for about one second. Doing a damn good job of holding back a moan, I took another look at our surroundings, realizing although we couldn’t be seen in the corner we’d adjourned to, we could very easily be heard should someone come into the barn. “I won’t be able to…