“Your parents own all this?” Kacie held her hand up to her forehead to block the sun, trying to see across the lake.

“Yep. It’s all part of their farm.”

“It’s beautiful,” she murmured. “This whole place… it’s unreal.”

“Want one?”

She whipped her head up and tried to look at me, but she was blinded by the sun. “Do I want what?”

“This.” I shrugged. “A farm. A place for the girls to play and grow. I own a lot more property than my parents are actually using. Like hundreds of acres. I could build one for us.”

“Oh, Brody. No way. Don’t you dare. I was just saying it’s—” She stopped suddenly. I turned to face her and followed her gaze to the old, rundown barn way to the left of the lake. “Oh my God. Is that barn yours? Theirs? Whatever.”

“Yeah,” I answered, completely confused.

“Can we go see it?” She bit her lip and begged me with her eyes.

“Sure. Whatever you want.”

The words were barely out of my mouth before she was pulling me through the tall grass and weeds toward the neglected building.

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What the hell?

“Kacie, slow down.” I laughed.

She turned her head to the side and grinned at me, but didn’t respond or walk any slower.

We got to the barn and she stopped so suddenly, I almost ran into her back.

“Wow,” she whispered, gazing in awe up at the broken-down wooden structure. “Look at how beautiful it is.”

I massaged her shoulders gently, squatting so I was just behind her ear. “It’s just a barn, Kacie.”

“You see just a barn. Let me see if I can show you what I see.” She grabbed my hand again and pulled me forward.

The dry wood popped and snapped as she cautiously slid the barn doors open. The smell of wood, dust, and old hay rushed into my nose and down my throat, making me cough.

“Look at that. How beautiful is that?” She pointed toward dozens of laser beams of sunshine that escaped through the cracks in the wood, highlighting millions of little dust particles floating through the air. “How amazing is that?”

She was staring up at the light and I was staring at her. “What is this? What’s with you and old barns?”

“I have no idea.” She sighed happily. “But I love them. And when I say love them, I mean I really love them. The old wood, the dusty smell, the creaky lofts. And don’t get me started on the intricate spiderwebs you find in these places.”

“Uh, I distinctly remember a certain cute little copper-headed girlfriend of mine hopping onto the counter in her kitchen just last week because she saw a spider crawl across the floor.”

“But I—”

“And,” I continued, teasing her, “I seem to remember that same woman screaming for me to pee faster so I could come kill said spider.”

She folded her arms across her chest and rolled her eyes. “That was a house spider. It was scary. Barn spiders are harmless.”

“And bigger.” I nodded my head toward the far dark corner of the barn. “But you’re in luck. There’s a ladder over there.”

“There is?” Her eyes grew wide, excited. “Wanna go up?”

I laughed and nodded at her. “Sure.”

She practically skipped across the wood floor of the barn and grabbed onto the rails of the ladder, scampering up it so fast, I barely had time to enjoy the view. By the time I got to the top, she was slowly spinning in a circle, trying to look at everything all at once.

“Look at it up here.”

I glanced around and saw lots of dust, piles of old hay tucked in the corners, and spiderwebs. Shrugging, I looked at her and shook my head. “Sorry, I don’t see the appeal.”

“Take a deep breath.” She closed her eyes and inhaled. “You smell all this history? Who lived on this property years ago? What were they like? What used to be in here? Doesn’t all that excite you? All that… unknown?”

“Unfortunately, no. The smell of ice excites me. Interesting to add this to the list of things that make you tick, though, huh? So far it’s blood, guts, barns, and lofts.” I grinned at her. “Anything else?”

“You.” She slowly stalked over to me and curled her arms around my waist.

“What is this?” I gladly returned her hug. “This barn really turns you on, huh?”

“Maybe,” she cooed. “It’s romantic.”

“Well, I don’t have our trusty pier blanket here, but I’m guessing we can find a nice, soft patch of grass outside. Wanna go down?” I took a step toward the ladder, but she caught my hand and pulled me back toward her.

“Funny you should ask.” She raised an eyebrow at me as a devilish grin appeared on her lips. “I would like to go down, actually.”

“Wait, what?”

By the time my brain registered what she was saying, my dick was already rock hard.

Kacie slowly sunk to her knees, staring at me the whole way with those big sparkling green eyes. Reaching for the button on my khakis, she peered up at me and rolled her bottom lip between her teeth. She tugged the hem of my boxer briefs down just enough to free my cock and wrapped her tiny hand around it. It was all I could do to keep from blowing my load all over myself like an overly excited fourteen-year-old boy who just got touched by a girl for the first time. The minute she wrapped her tongue around my swollen head, I didn’t give a shit about barns or hockey. As she lapped at the tip, my hips instinctively started thrusting. I wanted her to hurry up and slow down at the same time. I shoved my hands in her hair and squeezed. That little tug was like gasoline to her fire as she moaned around me. Kacie flattened her tongue, slid down to the root, and opened her throat, taking as much as she could. She held it there for a minute, swallowed the tip, and I bucked. Reaching around behind me, she gripped my ass to pull me closer as she suctioned her mouth tightly around my cock with a pull so fierce I could blow at any minute.

“Mommy! Brody!”

My eyes snapped open and Kacie jumped up in a flash, wiping her mouth and trying to compose herself. My brain struggled to function again as I buttoned up my shorts.

“Mommy?” Lucy called out again.

“Up here, baby,” Kacie called over the railing. “Don’t come up. It’s not safe. We’ll be right down.”

Lucy and Piper’s feet clomped around the wooden floor of the barn as they skipped to the other side to look in one of the old horse stables.

“Are you okay?” Kacie licked her swollen, pink lips.

“No.” I grunted. “I’m so past the point of no return, it’s not even funny.”

“I’m so sorry,” she apologized. “I promise to take care of it later.”

I pushed my legs apart in an effort to keep my thighs from rubbing against my balls. “I hope so. I’m going to be walking like I just got off a horse for the rest of the damn day.”

She tried not to giggle as she apologized again. “I really am sorry. Do you have blue balls?”

“No. I have navy blue balls.” I groaned uncomfortably. “Feels like I got kicked in my junk. Have you ever heard of anyone dying from this before? If not, I might be the first.”




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