Grand Parade (Show Time Fever Book 1) Page 14

  “You’re not going to be quiet at all.” Then he pinched her again as if for good measure to let her know that he was right. She enjoyed the sensation coursing through her body, the building ache in her breasts and moisture between her legs.

  “And we better get out of sight before someone works out what we are doing.” She was very much aware they were in view if someone walked below and happened to look up.

  “Chances are low.” He knelt, running his hands down her sides. His touch made her knees weak. He tugged her gently, tipping her balance enough so that she went down in the hay.

  She forgot all about who might hear or see them, lying back in the hay with him beside her. He kissed her. Her mind blurred, melting with the heat that he pressed on her. But, then the scratchiness of the hay along her legs was beginning to annoy her. She squirmed, trying to get comfortable.

  “What’s wrong?” He pulled away from her.

  “The hay isn’t exactly soft.”

  He laughed. “Wait here.” He got up and disappeared, returning holding a picnic blanket.

  She wriggled out of the way and Jackson unfolded the rug. He spread its red tartan pattern over the bales of hay, hiding the bits of stiff, dry grass that poked up and dug into her skin.

  “Is this your picnic rug?”

  “Yeah, my mum’s.” He knelt down pushing out the creased parts of the blanket.

  “What is she going to say if she notices?” Megan grimaced. She didn’t want to be the responsible for causing a rug to go missing. But, then what does it matter. I probably won’t see Jackson after this week. Her heart squeezed.

  “What makes you think she’ll find out?”

  Megan shrugged. She didn’t know what to say. Mothers had a way of learning things.

  Then, Jackson laughed. “I’ll throw it in the laundry, silly. Come back down here where I can touch you.”

  Megan sat back down, kicking off her shoes. The itchiness was gone, just the crackly of breaking straws as she sat down.

  “Better?”

  “Yeah. Thanks.” She looked coyly at him. “I’m not much of a farm girl if I can’t tolerate a romp in the hay.”

  “No one mentions the truth about hay and how itchy it is. It’s not pleasant to have to handle it when you’re feeding the animals, let alone when you’re soon to be naked.” Jackson kissed her. His mouth opened hers wide so he could stretch his tongue over hers. “I want you to be comfortable,” he mumbled between kisses.

  Megan could only manage soft sounds of encouragement as he began to explore her body further. His hands skimmed over her waist, under her top, up her back, then he pressed them into her skin. The heat from his palms, sent a tremor of pleasure through her body, causing her womb to contract.

  He took her body in his arms, then gently lowered her down onto the blanket. He moved his hand down, along the side of her body, feeling her contours, enjoying the shape of her body, causing him to hard. “You feel good.”

  “Wait till you’re inside me then, I’ll feel even better,” she said cheekily. He seemed to bring out the sassy side of her, the one she didn’t know had been there.

  He groaned heavy with desire and impatience. His fingers found the hem of her skirt and he ran his hands up her bare legs. Megan sighed into his touch, while kissing him. She wasn’t sure what the future held with this guy, but one thing was for sure she was going to take full advantage of having a hell of a good time right now. She moved her hands under his shirt, feeling the farm strong muscles of his chest and abdomen.

  His hands continued up the outside of her leg. Her pelvic muscles contracted hard as he skimmed closer to her inner thighs. Moisture pooled in anticipation of his touch, and in readiness for him to enter her.

  He steered his hand away from her. “I’m wanting to enjoy every exquisite inch of you.” His fingers glided down her legs. “You’re toned.”

  “Zumba.” She pulled his shirt apart. “I don’t think this is the result of going to the gym.” She smoothed her hands over the bumps of his chest. He breathed in, enhancing the ripped muscles. She gasped at the pleasant sight.

  The heat from him, and the urgency of wanting more, exploded in her mouth, tickled by the circling of his tongue over hers. She sighed, enjoying the way he brought her body alive. She continued exploring his chest, while he moved his hand up her leg, this time pulling up her skirt. He traced the edge of her lacy panties around the top of her leg, in toward her inner thigh.

  She moved her legs apart for him, wanting him to touch her, to dip into her moisture, but he kept his control. He remained on the outside of the material, back over her arse. He cupped her butt, and squeezed tight, causing her to gasp sharply.

  He growled into her neck, nuzzling his lips gently down her skin towards her collarbone, until he was stopped by the cotton material of her shirt. Then he kissed his way back up to her mouth. He slipped his fingers under the lace of her knickers, reaching around to her. She encouraged him with soft sounds. His fingers slipped into her intimate folds.

  “My God, you’re moist.” He moved his fingers up and down exploring softly, then moving down towards her entrance, teasing her further.

  “Of course. You turn me on.” She reached up and kissed along his neck, sucking his salty skin, until her arm muscles began to shake from holding herself up. She tumbled back down on the rug with a moan of pleasure, as he circled his fingers. The familiar tension built low in her abdomen, as he drew her toward an orgasm. She felt it building hard between her legs, and she lay back letting her body go, allowing herself to respond to his touch.

  And what a hell of a touch that was. He switched between light and strong pressure, all the time building the desire in her body. Then he reached down, pulled her knickers to the side, and slid his tongue through her moisture. She nearly came then. But, he pulled away before the release, leaving her under his mercy.

  “You’re wearing too much.” He tugged down her panties.

  She moved to help him, also pushing down her skirt.

  “You have on too much.” She unbuckled his belt, then unfastened his jeans. He slid the denim, along with his jocks, over his hips, wriggling out of them both at the same time, along with his boots. He knelt next to her.

  “You look ready.” She enjoyed the sight of him hard and ready to enter her.

  “But, not you.” He pulled her shirt up, over her head. “Not quite.” He deliberately brushed his hands over her breasts, as he dropped the top on the picnic rug. He cupped her breasts, massaging his hands into her soft flesh, causing her to release delightful noises. Feeling her nipples harden, he pinched them, quickening her desire, and need for him to finish what he had started. Tension burned between her legs, aching hard in her breasts, and she wanted him in her.

  Jackson reached around to her back. With purposefully applied pressure, he released the hooks of her bra and slid it over her shoulders. Megan felt the freedom breeze over her as her breasts were released from the confines of her bra. She arched backwards, presenting herself to him. He licked under her breast, moving up along to the tip, flicking his tongue over her nipple. She groaned. Loud. She tried to keep herself quiet but the more he tasted her, touched her, and the more she felt him, she found herself caring less and less.

  She glided her fingers up and down his back as he worked his mouth over each of her breasts. Then she moved her hand over his hip and gripped him, running over his length, and squeezing the tip. A little moisture seeped out.

  He reached behind him, wrestled with his jeans, until he found a condom packet.

  “You come prepared.” Megan kept the pressure on him, stroking up and down.

  “I wouldn’t want to miss out on this with you.” He quickly opened the packet and rolled the latex over himself.

  Megan wrapped her legs over his waist, pushing him back on the hay. She mounted him, pausing with him at her entrance. She moved her hips slightly, teasing him until he made a sound, then she eased him into her. Slow. He
r muscles opening gradually around him. His noises were deep and told her that she was moving at the right speed to begin to build the tension.

  She sat back, riding him, pushing him deeper within her with each movement of her hips. She gasped, as her muscles clenched around her, tension growing inside. Her own desire built with his, based their movements as she gradually increased her speed. There was a point where a mini-orgasm rolled through her and she gasped again, sharply this time. Lust overtook her and she quickened her speed uncontrollably, feeling him riding along with her, charging towards the orgasm, until it hit them both with a force she’d never experienced before. He pulsed within her as her pelvic muscles contracted uncontrollably.

  Megan sighed heavily as her muscles began to settle. Her hands held her in place. She enjoyed the after contractions that kept the pleasure in her body for a little longer.

  “You didn’t worry about who would hear you.” He swiftly reached up and kissed her, pulling her down on top of him.

  “It’s only the cattle, right?”

  “I hope so.” He kept kissing her, gently, sucking away any care of how loud she might have been.

  “It was all your fault for being so damn hot.”

  “Right back at you, Ms. Sexy.” He ran his hands down her back, sending a delicious tickle through her.

  “Well, maybe we better stay up here and not show our faces for a while,” said Megan dreamily. All she cared about was that she was naked, with a hot guy under her, and she wasn’t about to go anywhere.

  “Good idea,” whispered Jackson. “And if we rest long enough, I’ll take you on another ride and see if you can stir up the entire shed of cattle.”

  “You’re on.” Megan kissed the side of his neck, before she dozed in his arms.

  Chapter 14

  “Are you all right getting down?” asked Jackson.

  “Of course.” She wasn’t sure she couldn’t avoid flashing her knickers. Would that matter? It was late evening and it was only the cattle, having their sleep disturbed by a horny couple.

  Megan’s face burned with the afterglow. Her thoughts swarmed pleasantly around in her mind. She could feel Jackson’s heat behind her. I don’t want to say goodbye to him. After this last session together she wanted to keep him around, date him with the hope that their relationship would continue to blossom.

  She eased herself to a sitting position, placing her leg below on a rung, then turned herself around so she could climb down as if on a ladder. Maybe, I won’t have to say goodbye. Her mind churned over options that could make it work between them. There weren’t many. Could I get a job at Clare? Megan wasn’t sure how easy it would be for her to get a job in the country. She figured it would be much harder than in the city. I guess I’ll try and see. She wanted to. She couldn’t believe how head over heels, literally, she was falling for a guy.

  Her foot slipped. Megan gasped. For a moment, she was hanging.

  “Hang on. I’ll help.” Jackson reached down to grab her arm.

  At that moment, her grip failed. She let go. It wasn’t far to fall, but she landed awkwardly against some heavy metal drums, banging her head.

  “Ow.” She sat stunned, rubbing the back of her head. This time it didn’t take long for her to recover. It was a little knock. The adrenalin rushing through her body slowed as she realised within seconds she was all right.

  Jackson jumped down from the top of the stall, landing easily, and in one step he was by her side. “How bad are you hurt?”

  “Don’t worry there’s no stars.” Megan realised her skirt was high up her legs. “God, I’ve let you see my panties again.” Teasing, she pushed the material down to make herself more respectable, wondering if that was even possible after the romp in the hay.

  “Move forward. I need a closer look at your head.” Jackson didn’t take the bait.

  Megan didn’t like seeing the look of concern on his face. It wasn’t warranted. “I’m fine.”

  “You’re not. I’m taking you to hospital.” He brushed her hand aside and inspected her head.

  Megan looked blankly at him. “Jackson, it’s not like before.”

  But, the fear was thick in his eyes, his expression shadowed with worry.

  “Jackson,” she put her hand on his arm. He jerked away from her.

  “No, I don’t want to take any risks.”

  Megan realised that this wasn’t about her. It involved what happened to his sister. It had to from the way he was overreacting.

  “I’m not going to let anything go wrong.” He put out his hand to help Megan stand up.

  She looked up at him. “It won’t because it was just a little knock on my head. Please, Jackson. Sit down. Talk to me. I don’t think this is about me.”

  He stood frozen. His shoulders moved up, and his chest expanded as he took a deep breath. Megan kept her focus on him. “What happened to your sister?”

  “I’ve told you,” his answer gruff.

  “You blame yourself. Yes, you told me that.”

  “Because it’s true.” His voice went up an octave and the nearby cattle stirred uncomfortable.

  “Why?” Megan challenged him. She didn’t know if she was doing the right thing or not, and this was rattling her nerves. This wasn’t the Jackson she was getting to know. But, she also knew the signs of grief, and emotional pain, and it was clear that he was going through something. That I triggered. She’d spent six months in counseling after her mum died, hating the sessions at first, but it had given her the skills to deal with the emotions she felt.

  Jackson sat down in front of her. “Fine, I’ll tell you.”

  Megan swallowed hard. She wasn’t sure she was able to help someone else, but she could listen.

  “Erin wanted to go out, but it had been raining. She couldn’t find her equestrian helmet, not that it mattered. She didn’t like to wear it anyway.” He paused, breathing deep against the rising emotion.

  “I told her she shouldn’t go. She told me that she’d be fine.” His eyes reddened. “I should’ve stopped her. Or at least helped her to find the damn helmet. But, she argued with me, telling me she was grown up enough to ride out on the farm without instructions from her brother.” He sighed heavily, shoulders slumped forward, head tilted down as if looking at something interesting on the ground.

  Megan waited, a little while to make sure that there wasn’t anything else he wanted to say. “You’re not to blame.” She eased forward and touched his arm. He moved, taking her hand in his. The warmth spread quickly up Megan’s arm, easing the tension that had been building within her since they were talking.

  “I know. But, I feel responsible. Hell, I could’ve even rode out with her like we used to do, but I had decided that I was too old to be doing that, and I was more interested in… ”

  “Girls.” Megan finished the sentence for him. So he was a hot-blooded teenager. That would be what she would expect from him.

  “Do you think your sister would’ve liked you as her brother if you stopped her from horse riding? It would’ve only added animosity between you both if you had stopped her.” Megan looked into his eyes, pleading with him to understand. “Old enough to make a decision.” She lowered her voice. She understood what he was going through. “And you will always carry this with you, but you will manage better if you at least start trying to make peace with what you could and couldn’t control.” She took a deep breath, ran her finger down the side of his cheek. “Like it’s not your fault. You can control that. You missing your sister. You can’t control that.”

  He scooped her up into a hug. “I’m still worried about you.”

  “Then, make sure I get to my car okay.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “I don’t want to leave you tonight.” She couldn’t find the courage to ask him when he was leaving to go back to the farm. Not yet, and not after the intense conversation they had. She wanted to remember their session in the hay, to help send her asleep and give her pleasant dreams, and not that he w
as going back to the farm in a few days.

  “Me either.”

  She pulled away from him to look in his eyes. There was that cheeky glint there again and the emotion had faded away. “You’ll see me tomorrow then?”

  “Hell, yeah.”

  Chapter 15

  Jackson whistled as he refilled the water troughs for the cattle. He was meeting Megan in a few minutes and that was all he could think about. That and of course their fooling around last night only meters away on top of the stall. What was I thinking? He blushed a little. Remembering the feel of Megan under his touch, how tight she was when he’d entered her, and moist, and ready.

  “What’s got your mind his morning?”

  “What?” Jackson looked up, abruptly torn from his X-rated fantasy to see Heath standing grinning at him like he knew something.

  Heath pointed. Jackson turned his head.

  “Bugger.” Water flowed over the trough, spilling out, and had been for a while. He tipped the watering can back, stopping the flow.

  “It’s that girl, isn’t it?”

  Jackson knew that no one was around last night when they had finally climbed down from the stall. Can I be sure? He looked at Heath, knowing his mate like to shit stir all the time. “You mean Megan.”

  “Christ, man, it must be serious. You know her name.”

  “Hey,” chided Jackson. He was certainly a bloke, but he didn’t sleep around, like that and not to the extent that Heath did.

  Heath put up both his hands in mock surrender. “Just saying you must have it bad if you are finding it hard concentrating. Hell, you can’t even fill a water trough.”

  “I’m tired from a week at the show.” Jackson didn’t like being exposed like this.

  “And what was with the tune you were whistling?” Heath shook his head. “Man, she’s got you by the balls.”

  “She certainly has.” Jackson was thinking of something more intimate.