I rocked my hips against his and cried out as my release exploded through every nerve in my body. Blake followed closely behind, grunting as his cock pulsated inside me. My whole body trembled and I ached for more.
Still connected, he rested on his elbows and gazed down at me. “You okay, princess? At first, I thought maybe I hurt you.”
I shook my head. “It was a good hurt. It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone.”
“Look, I’m sorry for everything I said the other day. I knew that if I had one taste of you, it wouldn’t be enough. Letting you go won’t be easy.”
I grasped his face and kissed him. “You don’t have to. I’m right here.”
“But for how long?”
“As long as you want me to be.” He didn’t look convinced, but I didn’t want to hash out the details while I was still enjoying the post-sex glow. “Hey, at least now I know what it’s like to roll around in the hay. It’ll be perfect for my song.”
His lips spread wide. “Are you writing it about me?”
I shrugged. “Maybe. You’ll just have to find out when you hear it on the radio.”
“How are you going to write your music? You don’t have your guitar.”
He had a point. Mine was still at the house I never wanted to go back to. “I’ll figure it out.”
He winked and slowly pulled out of me. “I got you covered, princess,” he said, getting to his feet. Slipping on his jeans, he handed me the T-shirt he had stuffed in his back pocket. “You might need this.”
“Hello? Blake, you in there?” Tyla called out.
“Shit,” he hissed. Grabbing my shirt and bra, he tossed them to me and rushed out of the stall. I quickly wiped off with his shirt and threw my clothes on while he distracted her. The rake was just outside the stall so I fetched it and pretended to work.
“Hey girl, what’s up?” Tyla said. I turned and smiled at her, knowing my cheeks were bright red. Blake walked by and winked before disappearing out the other side of the barn.
I wiped my brow on the bottom of my T-shirt and realized it was on the wrong way. “Not much, just helping Blake clean these stalls,” I said.
She snorted. “Uh-huh. I bet you were. You might want to tell that lie to someone who believes you. I can tell when a girl’s been thoroughly fucked.” She pointed at my clothes. “Your shirt’s on wrong and you have hay all up in your hair. All I can say is, it’s about damn time.”
Laughing, I said, “Don’t I know it.”
“What are you doing?” Blake asked, taking a seat beside me. He glanced down at the papers in my lap and leaned over.
“Hey!” I shrieked, covering them with my hand. “No peeking. It’s a new song. I can’t let anyone see it until after it’s done.” After the day I’d had with Blake, and riding with Tyla, I had never felt more inspired to write.
“Will you sing it for me?”
Smiling, I folded up my lyrics and tucked them down the side of my chair. “Maybe. But I never sing new songs in front of people, except in the studio. I have this fear everyone will hate it.”
His brows furrowed. “Why do you care? You’re successful already. Your fans love you.”
“It’s not that simple,” I said, turning to him. “When I write my songs, it’s a part of me, a part of my soul. The thought of people hating them scares me. That’s why I never sing newly written songs at my concerts.”
“I can understand that, but I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” He kissed my cheek and got to his feet. “Wait here, I have something for you.”
I wondered what it could be. The answer came when he walked out the back door. Eyes wide, I stood and gaped at the beauty in his hands. “Oh my God, it’s amazing. Is it yours?”
He handed me the most beautiful guitar I’d ever seen in my life. It didn’t even look used.
“I’m not musically inclined. Give me a gun and I’m good to go. It’s actually my grandfather’s. He fiddled around with it, thinking he’d have time to learn, but it never happened. I figured you could have it.”
“Have it?” I gasped.