Serenity Falls(47)

This kiss is one of desperation. Our tongues mold, glide, fold, and eventually fade into one as we seek and memorize every inch of each other’s mouths. I speak around our frantic lips. “I’ve… missed… you.”

“God… I need you, Kenleigh,” Wes mumbles against my jaw as he begins to trail open-mouthed kisses further down onto my neck.

As my back arches into him, he presses his groin into me and makes contact with the one spot that aches for his attention. “Wes.” When I gasp his name from the sensation, he roughly squeezes my ass.

“That’s right, Baby. I’m the one who does this to you. Only me. It will only ever be me,” he whispers against my ear as he grinds against me harder.

Although my body is on fire from his touch, it feels like someone is watching us. As I become more aware of our surroundings, I tap him on the shoulder; all the while, his lips continue their terrific assault along the slope of my neck. “Wes. Wes,” I whisper, as I try to get his attention.

“Hmm… I love when you say my name,” he murmurs against my neck.

I playfully slap him on the shoulder and giggle. Finally, I get his attention when his eyes meet mine. “Someone’s in here,” I say quietly.

I’m still pinned against the wall as he peers out into the breezeway of the barn. Wes looks from left to right and back before he turns his attention back to me. “Babe, there’s no one in here. At least, not that I can see.”

I push back against his shoulders. Grudgingly, he sets me on my feet. “I’m telling you, it felt like someone was watching us. I could feel it. Anyhow, I think if we continue to carry on like that, we may have a repeat of Friday night, and right now is not the time or the place for that.” I lace my arms around his neck.

He grabs a hold of my hips and pulls my body flush against his. The evidence that’s pressed against my stomach tells me he thinks right now is the perfect time and place. Wes leans down and lightly kisses the shell of my ear before he whispers, “Okay. But just know this. This weekend, you’re mine.”

My eyes roll into the back of my head, and my body shudders at the heat of his breath against my sensitive flesh, and his whispered words of spoken promises. I take a deep breath and try to regain my composure. I step out of his embrace, lean in, and tenderly peck his lips one last time. “All right, cowboy. We better go before people start looking for us.”



After leaving Wes, I make myself a glass of iced tea. Right after our extremely heated moment in the barn, I needed something to cool me down quick. I wait for about ten minutes before I go back in and saddle up two horses. With the reigns in one hand and helmets in the other, we set off to find Bailey and John. The horses follow behind me as I lead them over to the arts and crafts area. From a short distance, I see John’s wheelchair. Flames sprawl out against the leather material in all different directions. Red, orange, and yellow hues pop out against the black background. As I approach, the sound of their laughter brings a smile to my face. When I clear my throat, their heads snap to me. “If you’re almost done, Bailey, I thought we could go for a ride.” I lift the reigns with a shrug of my shoulders. “I mean, that’s if it’s all right with you, John?” My eyes meet his.

“Yeah. Sure. Liam should be back any minute. He just went to get me something to drink,” John replies.

“Bailey?” Silently, my eyes plead with her to come with me.

“Why not? I’m done anyway.” She gets up off the ground.

“We’ll see you later?” I shoot a wink at John.

“Yep.” He nods with a smile.

“Follow me this way. I’ll help you get on her once we get closer to the barn,” I say as I lead the horses and Bailey away.

I gently tug on the reins to halt the horses and come to a stop. “Right here. This should be fine.” I look around to make sure we have plenty of space so that I can help Bailey up onto the horse. “All right. Come on over here.” I drop the reins to my horse. “So, you’re gonna put your left foot in this stirrup here, and grab onto the horn of the saddle. Once you feel like your footing is good, I’ll help lift you while you swing your right leg over the horse.”

“Do I really have to ride the horse?” She whines.

“No. You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do, but I want to take you somewhere. It would be a lot faster if we rode instead of walked.” I hand over the helmet to her. “Put this on, please?”

“Really?”

“Just humor me.” I tilt my head to the side as she snatches the helmet from my hand.