I poke my head into a room that I assume is a library. Cooper looks up at me from behind a large mahogany desk.
“Good morning,” he says a bit too cheerily. He’s already dressed in nice fitting jeans and a crisp Polo shirt. I don’t even feel like a human being yet.
“Coffee?” I mumble.
“I made a pot already.” He holds up the coffee mug that was sitting next to him on the desk. “If you give me a minute, I’m just finishing up a few financial issues.”
“I’ll be in the kitchen,” I say as I leave Cooper to his work.
When I return to the kitchen, I notice Tucker is seated at a small breakfast table staring into a bowl of cereal and milk.
“Good morning,” I say as quietly as I can so I don’t startle him.
He looks up at me and I’m surprised when he smiles. “Hey, Riley.”
Okay, he doesn’t look quite as scary with a huge grin on his face but he’s still a little intimidating.
“Coffee?” I mumble. I can smell the fresh aroma of the wonderful brew permeating the kitchen. My whole body warms just thinking about my first delicious sip.
“Let me get you some,” he says, as he hops up from the table.
“I’ll get it for her,” I hear Cooper state, as he enters the kitchen.
The two men stare each other down at the coffee maker.
“I can get it if you just show me where the mugs are kept,” I suggest.
Cooper eyes Tucker. “Why don’t you eat your cereal before it gets soggy?”
Tucker frowns but he limps back over to the breakfast table and sits back down in front of his cereal bowl.
Cooper grabs a mug from one of the cabinets and pours me a cup of steaming coffee. “Smells great,” I remark as he hands me the mug.
“Special blend. Do you want cream or sugar?”
“Just black,” I say, as I take a sip.
I join Tucker at the table. He’s shoveling cereal into his mouth, pretending not to pay attention to me.
Cooper makes a point of putting his hands on my shoulders and massaging them. It’s nice, but I get the distinct feeling that it’s not just for my benefit. I don’t know what it is about these Wilde boys and their competitiveness toward each other. It makes me wonder if all brothers, or maybe all siblings, are like that.
The things I never had to worry about as an only child.
“I’d like to take you out today,” Cooper says. “On a proper date. There’s something special I’d like you to see.”
That gets Tucker’s attention and he finally lifts his head from the cereal bowl. “Don’t tell me you’re going to take her to the Farm and Horse Show.”
“That’s exactly where I’m going to take her.”
Tucker laughs. “Well, I guess you don’t really have to worry about getting laid.”
I feel mortified, like I want to crawl into a really big hole and stay there. Were we that loud? Or is it that obvious that we’ve already had sex?
Cooper frowns at his brother. “You don’t have to be crass.”
“Just speaking the truth,” Tucker retorts. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“If we’re going anywhere,” I say. “I’ll need to find some clothes first. I don’t really want to wear my business suit or Hunter’s old clothes around town. Is there some kind of women’s clothing store in town?”
Tucker laughs. “Not unless you want to get a flannel shirt and work pants at the Tractor Supply Company.”
“Not even a WalMart?” I ask desperately.
Tucker shakes his head. “The town’s not big enough for a WalMart.”
“I’m sure Harley won’t mind loaning you a few things,” I hear Jake say as he enters the kitchen.
He’s also already dressed for the day in tight fitting jeans and a button-down shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows. He looks good—almost too good—and I feel really disgusted that I’m basically still in bed clothes. I haven’t even bothered to comb my hair yet.
“Where’s your friend?” Cooper asks as Jake joins us.
He frowns. “What friend?”
“The blonde from last night?”
“Oh, you mean Ronnie?”
Cooper, Tucker and I all say Robbie in unison.
Jake just shrugs. “I have no idea. She was gone when I woke up.”
“Are you sure she’s not passed out in one of the guest bathrooms?” Tucker suggests. “That’s been known to happen on occasion.”
“It happened once. And, no, I checked the guest bathrooms.”
Cooper has now moved his arms so they’re completely around my body and he kisses the top of my head, no doubt for Jake’s benefit.
“You don’t think Harley will mind?” Cooper asks.
“I’ll give her a call.” Jake winks at me. “I’m sure she won’t mind.”
***
Twenty minutes later, Harley is standing at the front door with two bags of clothes.
“I’m doing this as a favor for Jake,” she states, as she hands me the bags. The implication is that she’s not doing it for my benefit.
“I wasn’t sure what would fit. You’re a lot smaller than I am.” She stares right at my breasts for emphasis.
Other than her massive boobs, Harley is small and thin. We’re probably close to the same size.
“Thanks,” I say.
We both stand there for a moment staring at each other.
“I heard Cooper’s taking you to the Farm and Horse Show.” She actually sounds a bit jealous. Like the Farm and Horse Show is something to be jealous of. It actually sounds like something I would pay not to have to attend.
“I was Queen of the Fair two years ago,” she boasts.
I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with that tidbit of information. “Is that some kind of pageant?”
She rolls her eyes at me like I’m completely stupid. “Don’t eat the corndogs. No matter what anyone tells you. And don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“And don’t worry. The thongs and bras are brand new. Never been worn. They’re yours now. No need to return them.”
Before I can say another word, Harley turns on her heels and sashays down the front pathway toward what I assume is her car. It’s a little red Mini Cooper with a personalized plate that says HRLYGRL.
I take the bag and make my way back to the blue bathroom, happy to have something to wear that isn’t a Nirvana T-shirt and sweatpants. That is, until I get a better look at what’s inside the bag.
Several pairs of very skinny jeans, barely there crop tops, push-up bras, thongs and a pair of red cowboy boots. Yee, Haw! At least I’ll fit in at the Farm and Horse Show.
When I enter the library wearing my borrowed clothes, Cooper is hidden behind a mountain of receipts. I clear my throat and he looks up.
It takes him a few seconds to realize it’s me and his eyes look like they’re going to pop out of his head.
“That’s what you’re wearing?” he exclaims, as he jumps from the desks and takes a few strides towards me.
“This is what Harley brought for me,” I say in my defense.
He stares at me for a few seconds taking in the outfit. “With that on, you’ll cause a riot at the Farm and Horse Show.”
“Seriously?”
“I’m dead serious. You’ll have men fighting with each other. Women will be fighting with their husbands. I’ll be fighting with all of them. It’ll be chaos. Maybe we can find some kind of jacket to cover—that…” He points to my breasts that have never been pushed up so high in my life. They’re practically spilling out of the top Harley gave me. “And that…” He points to the back end of my painted on jeans, which are prominently displaying my ass.
I frown. “I’m not wearing a jacket. It’s supposed to be like eighty degree today.”
“I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off of you in that outfit. You look incredibly sexy.”
To my surprise, Cooper grabs my ass and pulls me
into him. He’s not lying about liking the outfit. He’s already hard.
When he kisses me it’s filled with need. He must have brushed his teeth recently because I can taste the remains of mint toothpaste.
“If the desk wasn’t covered in receipts,” he whispers. “I’d take you right here.”
“Is there a lock on the door?” I venture. I’ve never had sex anywhere but in a bed before and my curiosity is definitely piqued.
Cooper doesn’t waste any time moving over to the library door and locking it. When he turns back toward me, I see that his eyes have gone dark with desire. His eyes dart between me and the desk piled high with papers. He seems conflicted for a moment until he mumbles something unintelligible under his breath and in one fell swoop, rids the desk of all the receipts with his arm.
Then he lifts me up and places me on the edge. He steps in between my legs. Then he kisses all of the exposed skin peeking out from the barely there top and before I know it, the barely there top isn’t even there anymore.
“Holy hell,” he says as he takes in the push up bra. “You can’t give this back to Harley—ever.”
He can barely control his mouth as he ravages mine. There’s so much raw desire in the room, it’s palpable.
“I have to have you,” he whispers. “Right here, right now.”
I can feel an ache deep inside me. I have to have him, too. The need to feel him inside me is almost unbearable.
He pulls me from the desk, turns me around, and presses his rock hard erection against my ass. I’ve seen women being taken over a desk in movies but I never thought about it actually happening in real life.
But as Cooper slides my skinny jeans down, I realize it’s really happening.
“Holy, Hell,” he says and I imagine that’s the result of the thong I’m wearing. “Now that I know what you’re wearing under these jeans, it’s all I’ll be thinking about.”
“I could skip the underwear all together,” I tease.
He gets up close to my ear and whispers, “If you’re trying to kill me, you’re doing a great job.”
He takes the opportunity to nibble on my earlobe, which sends a wave a shivers through my body. Then he places light kisses down my neck and along my shoulder blade. Now, I’m beyond shivery. My entire body feels like it’s ready to explode.
“Do you want me,” Cooper teases as he pushes his hard cock against me again.
“Oh, yes…,” I say breathlessly.
I can hear him remove a package from his pocket and open it. He only takes his pants down far enough to put the condom on. My pants are only half down, too.
“Put your hands on the desk,” he instructs. I do as I’m told and I can feel him push the thong out of the way so he can enter me.
I’ve never felt so wet and so full of desire in my life. Cooper’s thrusts into me are hard and just as needy. He grabs hold of my hips as he continues to drive into me, forceful and fast.
I have to bite my lips closed to contain my screams of pure pleasure as he fills me so completely and so deeply. It doesn’t take long before I can no longer contain the screams and I cry out as he sends me soaring into orbit.
“Oh, Baby,” he cries out as he pushes into me so hard and so deep that I actually slide up the desk.
I can feel his entire body spasm as he takes one final thrust and falls on top of me in a heap.
“That was amazing,” he whispers into my ear. “You’re amazing, Riley Smith.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, Cooper Wilde.”
“I’ve got a bit of a mess to clean up,” he says as he pulls out.
We both look at the receipts that are scattered all over the floor.
“Do you need some help?” I ask as I pull my skinny jeans back up and try to locate my top.
Cooper locates a tissue box and is removing the condom when he says, “Why don’t you run upstairs and get cleaned up? I’ll worry about the receipts. We still have time to make it to the Farm and Horse Show for lunch.”
“As long as it’s not corn dogs,” I say.
He frowns. “But the corn dogs are the best food at the fair.” He looks like a little boy who just lost his brand new balloon.
I shake my head. “I was warned.”
Nine
Cooper
The County Farm and Horse Show has been a local tradition for over seventy-five years. The fair takes place for ten days every August and it’s the major source of summer entertainment for the people of Old Town and the surrounding communities.
The Farm and Horse Show has all of the typical activities you’d expect at a fair: carnival rides, food booths, games of skill and chance. There are also agricultural and artistic exhibits and competitions; various kinds of races both automotive and animal; musical concerts and other forms of family entertainment.
Many of the participants and attendees look like they just stepped off the farm. It’s just the place I need to convince Riley that I’m the country boy she wants.
I wasn’t able to convince her to wear a very large jacket over her sexy outfit. She’s definitely attracting the attention of every male at the fair. Even half of the females have given her a second look.
I haven’t taken my hand from hers all afternoon.
Not that I can keep my hands off of her anyway. I’ve never had an addictive personality but Riley has become like an addiction.
“I’ve never seen vegetables this big,” she exclaims as we enter one of the agricultural exhibition areas. “Amazing!”
We peruse the tables where 4-H students have displayed some of the extra-large zucchinis and squashes they’ve grown.
“Do you want to see the animals?” I ask.
“As long as it doesn’t include cows,” she replies.
She has me intrigued. “What have you got against cows? Don’t you like milk and cheese? What about ice cream?”
“Cows just freak me out. They’re so big and their noses are funny. They also stink.”
I smile. “Okay, no cows. What about watching the pig races?”
That makes her smile. “Pigs, really?”
“They’re little ones. They’re adorable.” I grab her elbow and pull her toward the small track they have set up for the juvenile pigs to race.
We manage to get there in time to see the tail end of one of the final laps around the small track and I catch Riley smiling and laughing. I wish I could capture that smile for every bad day in my future. It would immediately cheer me up.
I’ve never thought about having a woman in my future except in the abstract. That is, until I met Riley. Now I can’t imagine a future without her and I know that’s dangerous.
“I think we need to get a snack,” I suggest after the pig race ends.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I guess pulled pork is out of the question.”
She gives me a playful slap on the arm. “I couldn’t eat a pig after seeing those little guys race.”
“What about a corn dog?” I offer.
She shakes her head. “Harley warned me off the corn dogs.”
“You’re really going to take Harley’s advice over mine?” I try to give her my best grin.
“Hey, Harley’s the one who gave me this outfit that you love so much.”
I nod. “You have a point there.”
“How about we compromise and get some funnel cakes?”
Riley scrunches up her nose. “I’ve never had a funnel cake.”
“Haven’t you ever been to a fair before?”
“No, my parents always said fairs were dirty and were entertainment for poor people.”
“Your parents have no idea what they’re missing,” I say as I grab Riley’s hand and pull her toward the main concourse with all of the riders, carnival games and food vendors.
“I need to give you the full fair experience,” I state. “Since it’s your first time.”
She scrunches up her little nose again. She’s so sexy when she does that.
“Rides and games,” I explain. “Rides first.”
She gulps. “Are they safe?”
“Of course they’re safe,” I assure her even though I’m not really sure at all. “I’ve never heard of anyone getting hurt on a ride at Farm and Horse Show.”
“Okay,” she replies although she still looks skeptical. “What shall we ride first?”
I glance down the main thoroughfare at the various amusement rides. I want to bypass anything that might cause motion sickness, which is a good chunk of the offerings. “I know just the thing,” I state when I spot the bumper cars.
There are two boys ahead of us in line. One has brown hair and the other is a red head. They look like they’re about eight years old. When they stand in front of the measurement stick at the entrance to the ride, they’re just tall enough to be admitted.
It’s me and Riley against the eight-year-olds, or so I think. The boys grab the two red cars and I help Riley into a green car. I take a blue one. The boys waste no time bumping into me but they completely avoid Riley. She seems a little unsure about what to do, so I yell over to her to hit the gas pedal. She does and bumps right into me—hard. The two boys think this is hilarious. Before I have a chance to turn my car around to go after the boys, they gang up on me and come after me from either side. The redhead bumps into my right side and then the brown haired boy follows with a big hit to my left. I can see Riley laughing as she joins the attack and bumps into the front of my car. The boys are laughing as they high five each other then they drive over and each high five Riley.
“Very funny,” I yell. I just about get the words out when all three of them are back at it again, bumping into me from all sides.
The blitz on my bumper car doesn’t stop. The boys are ruthless as they trap me wherever I try to drive my car. And Riley isn’t much better, joining the boys in their offensive.
After what could have been the longest five minutes of my life, I limp from the bumper car area, still a bit shaken from the onslaught.
Riley is biting back a smile when she joins me. “Are you okay?”
“No.” I frown.
She takes my elbow and places a kiss on my cheek. “Don’t be a grump.”
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