Page 62 of A Bittersweet Summer

I shift forward, acutely aware of every single place our bodies touch. Cass perched on my leg, the rumble of the tractor beneath us, I go over the basics again. This time, when I show her the gear shift and the throttle, I have an excuse to reach around her, for my arm to brush against hers, warm skin on skin.

When she confirms her understanding, Cass shifts to get a boot on the clutch, and when she presses it to the floor, her body slides back. Her ass glides up my thigh until things get dangerous.

I keep a firm grip on the wheel, steering to make sure we don’t hit anything, but there’s no way to keep myself from getting hard. There’s no way she won’t be able to feel it if—

The tractor jolts forward, and we’re moving.

With her hands joining mine on the wheel, Cass takes over and steers us through the open gates into the empty pasture. Trees line the outside of the field, separating us from the world behind us. Out here, we feel completely alone.

With every small bump, every subtle shift, I can only feel friction. My face goes hot when she slides back further, turning the wheel until we are traveling down the fenceline to the back of the field. It only serves to take us further from Walton and his prying eyes.

“You good?” I ask, my mouth dangerously close to her ear, lips mere millimeters away from where I can see her pulse fluttering.

The gear is so low on this thing that we are still crawling. It’s the best way to teach, because steering becomes easy—barely a job, especially on a straightaway.

Cass’s breath catches when I drift closer, my lips ghosting over her skin. This close, it’s easier to hear one another, but I just wish the damn farm equipment would be quieter. I want to drink in whatever sounds she’s making—whatever is happening between us.

“I’m perfect,” she answers, and I can’t help but agree. “You?”

“Right where I want to be.”

Slowly, Cass leans back into my chest, my arms still bracketing either side of her on the wheel. She shifts her hips, pushing until Iknowshe can feel me there—hard and ready.

I wait to see how she will react, craving the feel of her on me. I want friction. I want sensation. I wanther.

There’s a pause—a moment where I’m sure she’s about to hit the break and hop off the equipment, but she doesn’t.

Instead, Cassidy moves again, sliding forward in a move that has to be intentional.

I suck in a breath, the friction I wanted doing nothing to satisfy me. All it does is leave me aching and desperate.“Driving like a pro,” I praise, not knowing if it’s about her actual driving or if—

She arches her back again, more confident this time. It sends her ass sliding right over my cock. My lips have moved to hover over her bare shoulder, brushing the heated skin there. I’ve stopped watching where she’s steering us—which is a problem.

Another problem is that we haven’t stopped to pull the lever on the spreader. No work is currently getting done aside from burning up the gas in the tractor.

A rough drag of her down the length of my stiff cock, sliding over jeans, and I’m lost to her. To be frank, I care very little for what she does with this tractor. Whatever she’s currently doing? She’s excelling. “Atta girl,” I nearly whisper—not sure if she even heard it.

A groan pulls from her throat, heady and intoxicating as my hands find their way to her waist. I take the lead, guiding her on the next slide.

Backward, forward. Backward, forwa—

Fuck.

“You have to stop,” I breathe out.

The brakes jolt us as the tractor ceases moving. “Sorry,” she says, and I want to lick the pink that’s now colored her cheeks.

I’m throbbing, the need blazing hotter than a late August bonfire. If she kept going, I would have been done—gone within seconds.

“Sorry for what?” I question.

“For…” She hesitates. “You said I should stop.”

My hands still sit on either side of her hips as I watch the flush of embarrassment creep up her neck. We’re parked in the middle of the field, surrounded by grass and trees lining the fence. We’re alone.

I squeeze her hips, just slightly, leaning forward until my lips trail up her heated skin, all the way to the shell of her ear. “Only because I was about to come,” I admit, my voice low.

Cass lets out a shuddering breath, her foot still firmly on the brake. “Oh,” she breathes out.