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After Amy ran to Laney’s room, Candice wouldn’t stop screaming about what a freak she was and I just wanted to go to her because I knew she was probably thinking I was angry with her. I finally calmed Candice down and we were able to have somewhat of a civilized conversation. I apologized for not stopping her and not talking to her about my feelings for Amy sooner. She didn’t take it too well, I knew she wouldn’t. Even though Candice and I weren’t even serious, and even though she dates around, she still doesn’t like to be told that her favorite toy is no longer hers to play with. She’s pissed.

Amy and I have been focusing on the work around the ranch. There is so much to do and having her help has taken a huge amount of stress off of me and has helped her manage her stress as well. She’s been much happier. She’s still sleeping in Laney’s room, but I don’t think she’s actually sleeping. I think she’s reading all night. She tells me that she doesn’t have as many nightmares, but I think that’s because she tries not to sleep. I offer to stay with her, but she refuses to let me. She says she keeps me up all night and then I can’t focus on work the next day, which is true, but she still refuses to take anything to help her sleep.

After we took care of the horses this morning, I told her to go relax for a while. I have to plow the fields before the rain comes this afternoon. It’s hot as hell and you can smell the storm coming. The air is thick with humidity. I peel my shirt off of my back and slip it over my head and then tuck it into the back of my pants.

As I ride the tractor through the field, I can see Amy sitting under a tree with one of those books. She’s curled up on a blanket with her knees bent to the side and her short little skirt spread over her thighs. The new clothes she bought show off the sexy figure she had hidden under Laney’s baggy clothes. Her hair is shiny and soft, blowing around her in the wind. Every once in a while, a strand lands across her face and she has to tuck it back behind her ear. I watch her read intently, biting on her lip now and then. Sometimes she stops reading and puts her hand on the book, making sure she doesn’t lose her page to the wind, and then she stares off and gets lost in her thoughts. I know I’m doing a really shitty job on this tractor because I can’t keep my eyes off of her. Fuck it.

I drive the tractor towards her. She sets her book down and stands up.

“Get on!” I yell over the tractor engine roaring. She jogs over to the tractor with the biggest, sweetest smile stretched across her face.

“Can I drive!” she yells.

“Absolutely.” I pull her up onto the tractor and she straddles the seat between my legs. I wrap my arms around her and rest my palms on her thighs. “I’m going to release the clutch, all you have to do is steer. When you need to stop, press the clutch down, shift the gears to neutral, here, set the parking break and then slow the throttle like this,” I tell her in her ear.

“This is so much fun. Where should I go?”

“Just drive. I missed you.” I bite at her earlobe as she steers the tractor. She giggles. I pull her hair over to one side as I suck at the soft skin on her neck and rub my hands up and down her bare, spread thighs. The vibration of the tractor has her moving against my dick and I can’t take it. I move one of my hands up her shirt and cup her breast.

“Dillon.” She just says my name. I pause, waiting for her to say stop, but she doesn’t. I feel her heartbeat pounding under my hand and I know she’s feeling everything I’m feeling. I squeeze her and feel the weight of her soft breast in my hand. She keeps her hands on the steering wheel as we creep across the field and she leans back and relaxes her body into my bare chest. I dip my hand underneath the underwire of her bra and softly caress her nipple with my fingertip. I can feel her heavy breathing. I move my other hand down between her legs and begin to stroke her over her damp underwear. She starts to rock into my hand. Just then, I feel a rain drop, and then another. The clouds open and sheets of rain start pouring from the sky.

“Don’t stop Dillon,” she pants. With one hand on the steering wheel, she reaches down and puts her hand on top of mine between her legs. She pushes my hand harder against her and moans. Shit. I kiss her neck frantically and then suck her earlobe into my mouth, pulling at it with my teeth as water drips off of her skin and her hair. I pull her taut nipple, now wet and cold from the rain. I stretch it and roll it with my fingers as her wet shirt clings to my hand.

I drop my gaze over Amy’s shoulder to watch our hands moving under her skirt between her spread legs, her body still rocking. Goose bumps from the cold rain break out over her skin. She tilts her head towards the sky and drops of water collect on her face. Her mouth opens slightly, and her eyes close as she moans over the sounds of the tractor and the thunder in the distance. I feel her thighs tighten against my hand and her body bucks forward. It’s so fucking hot, I almost come in my pants again. I close my eyes for just a minute to calm myself and when I open them, we’re heading straight for the barn.