The Suit (17 page)

I take a quick shower and make sandwiches for me and Suit in record time. Tucking the sandwiches, chips, and a thermos full of iced tea into a picnic basket, I grab two blankets from the hall closet and head back to the stables.

Suit is leaned against Night Rider’s stall door, his forearms on the ledge as
he stares in. “How is he?”

“He’s eating and there’s no fever. That’s a good sign.” He smiles at me and my stomach flips. I love how he looks after a hard day’s work.

“Hungry?” I hold up the picnic basket, which he takes from me.

“Starved.”

We head out to the pasture and pick a spot not far from the stables. I lay one of the blankets out and we both take a seat. “And only the finest of entrees for you this evening, Monsieur Wilson.” I hold out the sandwich I’ve made him that’s wrapped in wax paper.  He quickly takes it and opens the paper.

“Bologna is my favorite.” He grins before taking a huge bite.

“Mine too!” I laugh. “Nikki says it’s pig intestines.”

“Nikki doesn’t know what she’s missing. My mother used to buy the big roll of it with the red skin you had to peel off of it. It was the best.” His smile meets his eyes and my heart flutters.

“You could get a roll of that for like two dollars.” I giggle as I bite into my own sandwich.

“My childhood consisted of bologna sandwiches, fried chicken, and Kool-Aid.”

“Oh my gosh! I drank that by the gallons. Before anyone started talking about artificial flavors being bad for you.”

The suit takes another huge bite of his sandwich and chews slowly. When he finishes he smirks at me. “Not a lot of women out there know how to make a good bologna sandwich.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll add that to my list of attributes in my future dating endeavors.” I giggle, but Suit only smiles and stares out into the field.

To lighten the mood, I try to crack a joke. “You need a shower.”

His gaze shoots back to mine and he glares. “Are you saying I stink?”

“If the shoe fits,” I retort with a straight face.

Suit is on his knees, pulling me down before I know it. I squeal as he pins my shoulders. “So, would it gross you out if I lay my stinky, sweaty body on top of you?” He wiggles his eyebrows and my mouth goes dry.

In my mind I’m screaming,
do it! Do it! Touch me everywhere
, but to play along I squeal and pretend to fight him by wiggling and squirming beneath him. “Please, don’t!” I shriek.

“Don’t do what? Touch you here?” His hand gropes my breast and I moan at the contact. “What about here?” He leans in, holding his body weight off of me with one arm while he kisses my neck. The scruff of his day old beard feels coarse against my skin, making me heady with want. I want him so badly I feel like my body is on fire.

“Yes. Please,” I beg, my voice breathy and needy. His lips meet mine and my hands fist his hair, pulling him toward me. I can taste the saltiness from a day’s work of sweat on his lips. I love it. There’s only a faint hint of aftershave, but mostly I smell him—his essence. After a moment, I slide one hand down and palm his erection that’s strained against the fabric of his jeans making him moan. He pulls away and my body screams for his touch.

“I need a shower, Edie. I’m dirty and covered in sweat.” He rolls off of me, lying beside me, but I need him now. I need him inside of
me and I don’t care how dirty he is. “Trust me. You don’t want me right now.”

I quickly stand, kicking my flip-flops off and peeling my dress over my head. Our gazes lock and his chest rises and falls as he stares at me.

“I know exactly what I want.”

As I straddle him, he sits up and I pull his shirt over his head. I’m so caught up in my need to have him inside of me, I slam him back to the ground and he grunts slightly before chuckling. I undo his belt buckle and tug his pants and boxers down to his knees. Standing up again, I slip my panties off and stare down at him. His erection stands slightly over his stomach and without another word I kneel down, take it, and sheathe it inside of me.

We both moan as I begin riding him, hard and fast, my orgasm building. His hands are at my hips, trying to slow me, but I can’t slow down.

“I won’t last long, Edie. Slow down.”

I love that I can do this to him. “I can’t. I need this. I need you.” His restraint on my hips, slowing my movement continues, but when I touch my clit my orgasm explodes and as I cry out his name over and over as he pumps me full with his own release. I fall to his chest and breathe him in. The scents of sex, raw earth, sweat, and musk fill the air and they’re the most delicious scents I’ve ever smelled. He strokes my back gently while I listen to his heavy breaths and the sound of his heart beating like a drum inside his chest. As we lie there, my eyelids grow heavy. I roll off of him and he pulls his pants up. When I go to grab my dress he pulls my body to his, and then grabs the extra blanket I brought down and covers us with it.

“Let’s just rest here for a minute,” he whispers in my ear. So I wiggle my ass into him and relax as his arms wrap around me. And then…I rest.

“Uh…Edie?” A voice awakens me and as I open my eyes I have to squint away from the sunlight. I look down and see Edie peacefully sleeping on my arm, which is also asleep. The blanket is just below her breasts and I tug it up.

The sound of someone clearing their throat causes me to jerk and when I look up I see Joey standing ten feet away, his back to us as if he’s trying not to look.
Shit!
Making sure to keep Edie covered, I gently pull my arm from under her and fumble to my knees. Damn. This looks bad. There’s no trying to make this look like something it isn’t.

“Morning,” I grimace
as I rub my cheek.

“I’m goi
ng to go…do something.” Joey grumbles, avoiding eye contact with me. When he turns and sprints away, I pull on my T-shirt and gently shake Edie.

“Wake up, Edie,” I whisper gently.

She rolls her head towards me and squints as she opens her eyes. When she sees me she grins. “Morning,” she says, with a husky just-woke-up voice. A few seconds pass and she shoots up into a sitting position.

“It’s the morning!” she yells. The blanket falls as she frantically reaches for her dress and begins to turn it right side out. When she gets it on she stands giving me a quick shot of her ass before her dress covers it. Damn, she’s a fucking knockout.

“Joey woke me up.” I shoot her an apologetic look. I didn’t think we’d stay out here all night. She didn’t want anyone to know we were hooking up and now that’s shot to hell.

“Joey saw us?” I nod in answer. “Well, shit!” she huffs and her shoulders slouch as the hope she could get up to the house before anyone arrived and saw us escapes her body. While she tosses everything back in the picnic basket I ball the blankets up. She begins to walk away when I stop her.

“Forgetting something?” I tease.

When she turns around to see her thong hanging from my finger her cheeks turn bright red. I expect her to snatch them from me, but as she approaches me her gaze meets mine and she pushes up on her tiptoes, whispering in my ear, “Keep ‘em. Something to remember me by.”

With that she spins around and walks away. I shake my head and run a hand through my hair. Edie James is going to be the death of me. Stuffing her thong in my front pocket, I head to the barn to check on Night Rider. He seems better, his appetite is back, but I decide to walk him a mile and let him rest the remainder of the day.

Leaving him with Joey, who still won’t make eye contact with me, I head up to the house knowing I must smell worse than horse shit. Edie is in the shower when I go in and I crack the door. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.”

I tear off my clothes and boots
and slip in the shower with her. She gives me a shy smile as she lathers her hair. “I’m sorry he caught us. I know this was supposed to be low-key and I didn’t mean for you to have to do the walk of shame.”

“I’m not ashamed,” she replies simply.

“You’re not?”

“Why would I be?”

“I just thought one of the points of us doing this was so no one would know.”

“It was, but Suit…” She stops washing her hair and stares at me. “I’m not ashamed. I’m glad we did this.”

When she leans her head back so she can rinse her hair, I wonder if Edie might be feeling every bit of what I’m feeling. Could she be falling for me, too? I shake my head with that thought. Things have sure gotten blurry and I need to get myself back on track. I’m leaving at the end of the summer. I cannot keep letting myself fall for her.

When we finish showering, we both head to our rooms to dress. I get lost with thoughts of Edie, how amazing she is and how hard it will be to leave her when the summer ends. When I finish dressing, I head back out to the stables. Distancing myself from her is my best chance of breaking the spell she has over me.

Joey is saddling a horse in front of the stables and I hold the horse steady as he climbs on. He still won’t make eye contact with me.

“Joey, I’m sorry about what you saw this morning. I hope you won’t say anything to anyone about it.”

Joey snorts a condescending laugh that catches me off guard. Is he pissed at me? “That girl is like my sister. I would never talk about her to anyone.” His tone is angry.

“Are you pissed at me?” I ask cautiously, unsure if I care or not, and wondering if I’m prepared to hear whatever it is he has on his mind. What if he says he’s got a thing for Edie?

He shakes his head after removing his ball cap, scratching his head, and tugging it back on. “Edie’s not the kind of girl you hit and quit, John. She’s the kind of girl you love and marry. It must be nice for you to have a piece of ass while you’re stuck working here with us country folk, but have you thought of what that will do to her when you leave? She’s not the kind of girl that just hooks up.”

I’m stunned silent for a moment. I want to defend what Edie and I are doing, tell him she understands, but I know deep down he’s right. Edie may have agreed to a casual relationship with me, but that doesn’t make it right. She deserves better than this. Better than me. “She’s a good girl, John,” Joey adds, pulling me from my thoughts. “Don’t hurt her,” he warns and then heels the horse he’s on and leaves me standing there looking like an idiot. Shit. What am I doing?