She took his hand and they walked down the gently sloping hill to reach the small weathered barn. The building hadn’t been maintained very well. He was going to have to hire someone to keep the house and yard up. This place was too important to him to let it fall into ruin, even if he had no desire to live here full-time.
He let go of Sasha’s hand only long enough to open the iron gate and push aside the overgrown weeds.
“Ugh.” She followed behind, swatting at the tall grasses. “You have your work cut out for you here.”
“I’m going to hire some people to help me clean it up.”
She waved away a fly. “I certainly hope it wasn’t like this when you brought your girlfriend here to seduce her.”
“What makes you think I seduced her? Maybe it was the other way around.” He held open the barn door so she could join him inside.
“Really?”
He pulled her deeper into the barn, a place he hadn’t been for more than twenty years. Back then, it had smelled of grain and hay and sheep. Now it was all musty and dirty. “I was thirteen and she was fifteen.”
“Ohh, an older woman?” She pushed his shoulder. “Look at you.”
“Right? Mary Catherine was the vicar’s daughter. She had strawberry blond hair that had these perfect ringlet curls.”
“At fifteen?” Sasha’s nose wrinkled. “Ringlets?”
“It was natural and she hated it. Threatened to cut it all off.”
“Smart.”
“I liked it. I thought it’d be fun to pull. But she came over one day with her father for a visit. I was in here, helping with a pregnant sheep that was having some trouble. Mary Catherine strolled in like she owned the place and said, “I’ve decided I’m going to kiss you today.” I was in shock. She was so pretty and all the guys wanted her.”
The look on Sasha’s face was a combination of disbelief and fascination. He laughed and pulled her to his chest.
“Come here. I just looked at her with my jaw hitting the floor, much like yours is now. She gave me a smirk and walked over and kissed me.” He lowered his lips to hers for a quick kiss. “We snogged for a bit that day, and I fell even harder. Followed her around school for days until she broke my heart.”
“What happened?”
“She was only using me to get at my stepbrother.”
“The asshole kid who lived to get you in trouble?”
“That very one. I was devastated. Told my mum I was over girls for good.”
Sasha brushed some hay off her shoulder. “Hmm, that didn’t work out very well, did it?”
“No, it lasted about two weeks.”
Her grin was infectious. “A whole two weeks? Wow. She must have been something to make you forget Mary Catherine.”
“Oh, she was, but I wasn’t able to forget Mary Catherine.”“You liked her that much?”
“Nah, the girl I went with after two weeks was Mary Catherine’s little sister.”
Her hand flew to her mouth, but she lowered it and gave him a stern look. “Cole Johnson, that was a horrible thing to do.”
“I disagree. Emily Anne was twelve and totally smitten with me.”
Sasha rolled her eyes. “Twelve?”
“Don’t give me that look, she was only a year younger than me.”
“And you were using her to make her sister jealous.”
“Yeah, and it worked, too.”
“Mary Catherine left your stepbrother?”
“Not exactly. The next time she came over, she attempted to give me a blow-job in the barn.”
“Are you serious? The vicar’s daughter?”
He nodded. “It’s always the ones you least expect. Unfortunately, asshole kid caught her trying to unzip my pants. I told him it was all her, but I was sent off to boarding school within the month anyway.” Damn, so much for not being melancholy.
Sasha stroked his arm. “Cole, I’m so sorry.”
He shrugged. “It made me who I am today, I can’t find it in me to regret it.” He didn’t want to dwell on the past, he hadn’t even meant to bring it all up. He just wanted her to know something about him.
She must have picked up on his thoughts. “I wonder where she is now. Do you ever think about that?”
“Oh yes. She’s actually in that far house over there.” He pointed to the cozy cottage-looking home across the valley. “She got pregnant at seventeen. Married the guy. I hear they’re still together.”
But it appeared Sasha’s mind was no longer on his past. She palmed his cock and asked in a low whisper, “Did you ever get blown in the barn?”
“No, but Sasha, you don’t—”
“Please, Sir. Let me.” She was already moving to her knees.
What man alive could resist that? No one. Not a single man. He fisted her hair with a nod of his head.
With victory surging in her eyes, she made quick work of his trousers. Within seconds, they were around his ankles and his cock was freed. “Poor Mary Catherine,” she said. “So close. But so far away. Girl never knew what she was missing.”
She parted her lips and licked him. Dragging her tongue around the slit, already glistening with pre-come at the thought of her hot mouth. But Sasha was in the mood to play. Instead of taking him deep in her mouth, like she normally did, she licked her own lips.
“Fuck, Sir. I love your cock.” She licked the very tip a few more times and he thought he’d lose his mind.
“Then suck it. Open your mouth, take me inside, and suck me down like I know you can.”