right; there seemed to be a wall of dark gray hanging down
from the clouds with flashing lights embedded in its depths.
Almost
without slowing Chase turned down a dirt lane, heading away from the storm. I
could feel the wind change, the smell of ozone on the air, a chill that made
the hair on my arms stand on end. I peered over Chase’s shoulder, just able to
make out a small barn at the end of the road.
Chase
pulled up to the barn, had me get off and get inside, and then maneuvered the
bike through the door. There was enough room for the bike and us, pushed up
against several hay bales, well back from the opening. Once we were inside, we
realized the barn had no door to close.
Within
seconds the walls shook as the first waves of wind-blown rain and hail lashed
the building. The world grew dark, the wind very loud. Lightening flashed,
followed by the distant rumble of thunder.
“Well,
looks like we made it here just in time.” Chase was looking out the open door
of the barn, watching the waterfall in sheets, the hail bounce on the ground.
“Nothing
about this was on the weather forecast. Must have blown up pretty quickly.
Hopefully it’ll blow over just as fast.”
Chase
turned back to me. “Hey, you’re shivering. You’re all wet.” He pulled me close
to him, against the warmth of his body, rubbing my arms. I could smell the rain
on his shirt, the musty hay smell of the barn, the engine smell of the
motorcycle.
“Let’s
get this off, maybe it’ll dry before we leave.” He tugged at the hem of my
t-shirt, pulling it over my hair. With great ceremony he draped it over the
handlebars of the bike.
I
reached out, touching the sleeve of his shirt. “You’re wet too. You should
probably take this off.” I winked up at him.
My
fingers reached for the buttons, slowly undoing them as Chase watched, his eyes
dark, as my hands brushed against his warm skin. My breath caught in my throat
as I uncovered him slowly, his broad shoulders and chest, muscular arms. I
stripped the damp fabric off of his body, spreading the shirt over the back of
the bike.
When
I turned back, there was a fire in Chase’s eyes, a fire that matched my own. We
came together in a rush, hungry for each other, as we were new to each other.
Chase’s mouth found mine, insistent, devouring; his arms wrapped around me,
pulling me hard against him, hands moving over my back.
“Jeans,
off. Now.” Chase growled the words against my mouth. We broke away from each
other with a gasp. Chase’s eyes took in every movement I made as I stripped the
damp jeans down my legs.
“Jesus,
Abby.” He reached for me, almost blindly, pulling me against his naked body,
his hands sliding down my back, cupping my ass, fingers pulling and tugging at
my panties.
“What
you do to me.” With one abrupt motion, he tore the panties; the remnants
sliding down my legs. His hands slid up to my bra, tugging at the straps. My
hands followed, holding his, stopping them from destroying all my lingerie in
one fell swoop.
“Don’t
tear the bra, please.” I reached back, undoing the clasp, letting it slide down
my arms. His hands were on my breasts, cupping them, pushing them together,
watching his dark hands move over my pale skin.
He
slid his hands back down to my ass, clutching, groping, his lips nuzzling my
neck. Suddenly he picked me up. I slid my legs up his thick thighs, wrapping
them around his hips. He took two steps forward, setting me on a hay bale.
I was
momentarily surprised by the prickliness of the hay against my skin, but Chase
was pressing me back, his body between my legs. He took one nipple into his
mouth, sucking hard, sending little frissons of pleasure through my body.
But I
wanted him inside me, more than I’d ever wanted anyone, it seemed. The wild
storm outside, the rushing wind and hail, the flashes of light followed by the
crack and peal of thunder, I felt like all of that was inside of me, building
to an impossible crescendo. I needed
from the clouds with flashing lights embedded in its depths.
Almost
without slowing Chase turned down a dirt lane, heading away from the storm. I
could feel the wind change, the smell of ozone on the air, a chill that made
the hair on my arms stand on end. I peered over Chase’s shoulder, just able to
make out a small barn at the end of the road.
Chase
pulled up to the barn, had me get off and get inside, and then maneuvered the
bike through the door. There was enough room for the bike and us, pushed up
against several hay bales, well back from the opening. Once we were inside, we
realized the barn had no door to close.
Within
seconds the walls shook as the first waves of wind-blown rain and hail lashed
the building. The world grew dark, the wind very loud. Lightening flashed,
followed by the distant rumble of thunder.
“Well,
looks like we made it here just in time.” Chase was looking out the open door
of the barn, watching the waterfall in sheets, the hail bounce on the ground.
“Nothing
about this was on the weather forecast. Must have blown up pretty quickly.
Hopefully it’ll blow over just as fast.”
Chase
turned back to me. “Hey, you’re shivering. You’re all wet.” He pulled me close
to him, against the warmth of his body, rubbing my arms. I could smell the rain
on his shirt, the musty hay smell of the barn, the engine smell of the
motorcycle.
“Let’s
get this off, maybe it’ll dry before we leave.” He tugged at the hem of my
t-shirt, pulling it over my hair. With great ceremony he draped it over the
handlebars of the bike.
I
reached out, touching the sleeve of his shirt. “You’re wet too. You should
probably take this off.” I winked up at him.
My
fingers reached for the buttons, slowly undoing them as Chase watched, his eyes
dark, as my hands brushed against his warm skin. My breath caught in my throat
as I uncovered him slowly, his broad shoulders and chest, muscular arms. I
stripped the damp fabric off of his body, spreading the shirt over the back of
the bike.
When
I turned back, there was a fire in Chase’s eyes, a fire that matched my own. We
came together in a rush, hungry for each other, as we were new to each other.
Chase’s mouth found mine, insistent, devouring; his arms wrapped around me,
pulling me hard against him, hands moving over my back.
“Jeans,
off. Now.” Chase growled the words against my mouth. We broke away from each
other with a gasp. Chase’s eyes took in every movement I made as I stripped the
damp jeans down my legs.
“Jesus,
Abby.” He reached for me, almost blindly, pulling me against his naked body,
his hands sliding down my back, cupping my ass, fingers pulling and tugging at
my panties.
“What
you do to me.” With one abrupt motion, he tore the panties; the remnants
sliding down my legs. His hands slid up to my bra, tugging at the straps. My
hands followed, holding his, stopping them from destroying all my lingerie in
one fell swoop.
“Don’t
tear the bra, please.” I reached back, undoing the clasp, letting it slide down
my arms. His hands were on my breasts, cupping them, pushing them together,
watching his dark hands move over my pale skin.
He
slid his hands back down to my ass, clutching, groping, his lips nuzzling my
neck. Suddenly he picked me up. I slid my legs up his thick thighs, wrapping
them around his hips. He took two steps forward, setting me on a hay bale.
I was
momentarily surprised by the prickliness of the hay against my skin, but Chase
was pressing me back, his body between my legs. He took one nipple into his
mouth, sucking hard, sending little frissons of pleasure through my body.
But I
wanted him inside me, more than I’d ever wanted anyone, it seemed. The wild
storm outside, the rushing wind and hail, the flashes of light followed by the
crack and peal of thunder, I felt like all of that was inside of me, building
to an impossible crescendo. I needed
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