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Distant knocking made her sit straight up and the afternoon’s activities came roaring back.
Ho. Ly. Shit!
She stared down at Hake’s snoring outline, dumbfounded once again by the screaming confession Joe had wrung from him. Her sweet, sexy, clueless farmer had needed to have his control stripped away just as badly as he’d needed to reclaim it.
He’d needed to be forced to forget about everything that had gone wrong in his world and live totally in the moment, to do nothing but lie there helplessly and take whatever Joe dished out.
And boy, had Joe ever dished it out! Mandy’s lips curved in a bemused grin as the realization that he hadn’t held back with Hake any more than he had with her raised goose bumps on her arms. She’d had no idea Hake could take such a pounding. She was going to have to remember that the next time he started stressing out about the weather and the price of grain. And she’d definitely have to remember to buy a bigger dildo for her harness.
“Hello?” Brent’s voice drifted up the stairs.
“Hake!” She shook him, and he grumbled and wrapped his arm around her hip but didn’t wake up.
“Hake, Mandy—you two still asleep? We’re about to head out.”
“Just a minute!” Mandy pried herself out of Hake’s grasp and turned on the lamp.
“Hake, wake up. Brent and Joe are leaving.”
Still naked, he blinked at her. “Leaving?” Then his eyes widened and he glanced at the bedside clock. “Shit, they won’t make it to Winner until midnight.”
The bedroom door opened and Mandy screeched, diving for the bedspread on the floor.
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She blushed when Hake said dryly, “Little late for that, isn’t it?”
That didn’t stop him from pulling the spread over his lap when she sat down beside him.
Brent and Joe stopped just inside the doorway, seed caps in place and coats zipped.
The diesel pickup they used to pull their camper idled loudly out on the driveway.
“Just wanted to say thanks for everything,” Brent said with his typical grin. “It’s been…very rewarding.”
“No, thank you ,” Mandy insisted. “That was all I could have asked for and more. I’ll have enough material to last me for years to come.”
They both looked startled and Hake laughed out loud. “She’ll do anything in the name of research.”
Joe rubbed his chin. “Well, it was for a good cause, I guess. Just be sure and change my name, please.” His eyes twinkled. “Protect the innocent and all that.”
“Innocent, my ass,” Hake snorted. He smiled almost shyly and tears welled in Mandy’s at the sight. This had been so good for him! Why the heck hadn’t she thought of it?
But she knew the answer to that before she even finished the question. Why should she have thought of it, when his interest in sex had been practically nil? And no doubt if it had been her idea, Hake probably would have said no and she would have let it drop, just like always. It would never have occurred to her to force the issue, which was apparently just what Hake had needed. Thank God he’d been just ignorant enough about his own reasons for doing it to take the initiative.
A moment passed in awkward silence. The afternoon had been so intense it almost felt unreal now—though the fact that Brent and Joe stood fully dressed in their room while she and Hake sat naked on the bed was proof enough that it had happened. It was tempting to tell the guys to go turn off the truck so they could do it all again, but she knew they needed to start work in Winner first thing tomorrow. This was going to be a hard goodbye.
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Brent shifted restlessly. “Calves are fed, Mandy. I ground some more feed, too, so you shouldn’t have to do it again until next week. Oh, and I unplugged the crock-pot, just in case you needed to add vegetables or something.”
Mandy’s heart swelled. What a sweetheart he was—a hot, kinky, thoughtful sweetheart. “Thank you, Brent.”
“You’re
Distant knocking made her sit straight up and the afternoon’s activities came roaring back.
Ho. Ly. Shit!
She stared down at Hake’s snoring outline, dumbfounded once again by the screaming confession Joe had wrung from him. Her sweet, sexy, clueless farmer had needed to have his control stripped away just as badly as he’d needed to reclaim it.
He’d needed to be forced to forget about everything that had gone wrong in his world and live totally in the moment, to do nothing but lie there helplessly and take whatever Joe dished out.
And boy, had Joe ever dished it out! Mandy’s lips curved in a bemused grin as the realization that he hadn’t held back with Hake any more than he had with her raised goose bumps on her arms. She’d had no idea Hake could take such a pounding. She was going to have to remember that the next time he started stressing out about the weather and the price of grain. And she’d definitely have to remember to buy a bigger dildo for her harness.
“Hello?” Brent’s voice drifted up the stairs.
“Hake!” She shook him, and he grumbled and wrapped his arm around her hip but didn’t wake up.
“Hake, Mandy—you two still asleep? We’re about to head out.”
“Just a minute!” Mandy pried herself out of Hake’s grasp and turned on the lamp.
“Hake, wake up. Brent and Joe are leaving.”
Still naked, he blinked at her. “Leaving?” Then his eyes widened and he glanced at the bedside clock. “Shit, they won’t make it to Winner until midnight.”
The bedroom door opened and Mandy screeched, diving for the bedspread on the floor.
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She blushed when Hake said dryly, “Little late for that, isn’t it?”
That didn’t stop him from pulling the spread over his lap when she sat down beside him.
Brent and Joe stopped just inside the doorway, seed caps in place and coats zipped.
The diesel pickup they used to pull their camper idled loudly out on the driveway.
“Just wanted to say thanks for everything,” Brent said with his typical grin. “It’s been…very rewarding.”
“No, thank you ,” Mandy insisted. “That was all I could have asked for and more. I’ll have enough material to last me for years to come.”
They both looked startled and Hake laughed out loud. “She’ll do anything in the name of research.”
Joe rubbed his chin. “Well, it was for a good cause, I guess. Just be sure and change my name, please.” His eyes twinkled. “Protect the innocent and all that.”
“Innocent, my ass,” Hake snorted. He smiled almost shyly and tears welled in Mandy’s at the sight. This had been so good for him! Why the heck hadn’t she thought of it?
But she knew the answer to that before she even finished the question. Why should she have thought of it, when his interest in sex had been practically nil? And no doubt if it had been her idea, Hake probably would have said no and she would have let it drop, just like always. It would never have occurred to her to force the issue, which was apparently just what Hake had needed. Thank God he’d been just ignorant enough about his own reasons for doing it to take the initiative.
A moment passed in awkward silence. The afternoon had been so intense it almost felt unreal now—though the fact that Brent and Joe stood fully dressed in their room while she and Hake sat naked on the bed was proof enough that it had happened. It was tempting to tell the guys to go turn off the truck so they could do it all again, but she knew they needed to start work in Winner first thing tomorrow. This was going to be a hard goodbye.
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Brent shifted restlessly. “Calves are fed, Mandy. I ground some more feed, too, so you shouldn’t have to do it again until next week. Oh, and I unplugged the crock-pot, just in case you needed to add vegetables or something.”
Mandy’s heart swelled. What a sweetheart he was—a hot, kinky, thoughtful sweetheart. “Thank you, Brent.”
“You’re
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