Song for this chapter- Sinning With You by Sam Hunt

Eight years earlier...

Springtime in South Carolina is the prettiest time of year. Granted, I've learned that while the temperature adjusts to getting warmer, it's always best to check the weather before picking out my outfit for the day. While one morning it could be eighty degrees outside, the next it'll be back in the fifties.

But today, the sun is beaming down on my back as Dolly gallops down the trail. Wyatt wanted to race, but he should know better than that. Dolly is competitive, just like me. She'd never let him win.

The wind is running through my hair, blowing the strands every which way as the familiar sound of Wyatt's laugh carries behind me. I've grown to memorize it, and especially hearing it on a day as beautiful as this? I don't think I'll ever be able to think of a better moment than this one.

Pollen lines the leaves of the sycamore trees on either side of us while hundreds of azaleas and magnolias are in full bloom. This truly feels like I'm in some sort of storybook or fantasy land. I'm riding on a horse between an exotic garden of flowers next to the hottest cowboy I've ever seen. I'm officially in a Hallmark movie.

"Let's go this way," Wyatt says as he winds down from his spurt of laughter. He nods his head to the right, so both of our horses veer in that direction at a slow trot. "God damn it's hot as hell." Reaching up behind his neck, he grips the neckline of his t-shirt and drags it over his head while his free hand continues to hold the reigns. I'm practically drooling at the sight of his muscled back.

"That's not fair, you know," I say to his back. "Now I'm going to be very distracted during our little outing."

Glancing over his shoulder, he gives me a cocky grin. "Are you? I hadn't thought of that."

I gasp. "Wyatt! You did that on purpose!"

"And if I did? We're going to the pond. Is it wrong of me to want to fool around with my insanely hot and insatiable girlfriend when we get there?"

My cheeks are on fire as I close my mouth and continue to follow behind him. I don't know how he does it, but ever since we started messing around, he's gained such confidence that it's difficult to ignore. Now, he's spewing dirty sentences like no tomorrow, and a woman can only be so strong. I can't remain immune forever to the handsome and dirty-mouthed cowboy, and I'm terrified that one of these days, I'm going to break.

Having sex with Wyatt is something I know for certain that I am completely and full-heartedly ready for, but our future stops me each and every time. Even though Wyatt has said he's ready to take that next step too, what if things don't work out between us? Wyatt would give himself to me because he knows I'm going to be his wife, but what if I'm not? What if the long distance will be too much for us when I go off to college? And even worse, what if I don't want to return to Darlington? I don't want to take away something so important and meaningful to him and have him regret it. I don't ever want to be the reason for his pain.

Up ahead, the clearing of the pond begins to come into view, and the sight of it takes my breath away. There are hundreds of purple flowers scattered in front of the pond with grass that reaches up to my knees. I'm still gaping at the view while I dismount and allow Dolly to graze on some of the nearby grass.

"Wyatt..." I'm struggling to find words. "This is incredibly beautiful. I don't even know how else to describe it."

He grins, still shirtless. It's an effort not to stare at the hard planes of his chest as the sunlight hits it. "The flowers are called Purple Deadnettle. Springtime is my favorite time to come to the pond for this right here. It's tempting to take a dip." He thumbs to the pond behind him.

"Will it be warm enough?" I ask.

He shrugs and unbuttons his jeans, sliding them down to his ankles. "It might be chilly for a few seconds, but I reckon it'll warm up the more my body gets used to it."

He's not expecting me to come in with him. I bet he thinks Macey Taylor is still a stuck-up city chic from New York who would refuse to go into a pond with fish, weeds, and other foreign things she's never experienced. But being in the country has made me fall in love with it. Wyatt has made me fall in love with it.

Now I look forward to going to Wyatt's farm after school to feed the pigs. I love that Wyatt always takes the bucket for me, refusing to let me carry it. And I love horses now, Dolly especially. Feeding her sugar cubes, brushing her mane, learning to trim her hooves... As much as I hate to admit it, Darlington has grown on me. This place is special.

So, with confidence, I strip myself of my riding pants—yes, I googled and purchased the best riding gear because I will be fashionable no matter what the occasion is—and then removed the black tunic, leaving me in a white cotton thong and a black lacey bra. Wyatt's expression darkens as he takes a step backward toward the pond. "You always surprise me, Macey Taylor."

"Do I?" Reaching behind my back, I unhook the bra and let it fall to the grass, then I slowly take the thong off and stand in front of him completely naked in a field of beautiful purple flowers. The sun is beaming down on my skin, and Wyatt groans when he notices.

"I can't be the only one getting naked," I say breathlessly. He complies immediately and rips his briefs down, springing his cock free. It bounces from how hard he is, and all I want to do is close the distance between us, grip him in my hand, and take him to that place of utter relaxation.

He takes a step closer, a tiny grin on his face. "I don't know how you normally get into the water, but..." Before I can protest or ask questions, Wyatt lunges for me, tossing me over his shoulder as he makes a beeline for the pond. I'm laughing too hard to be angry, smacking his ass repeatedly since it's in my face.

"Wyatt put me down!" But his feet are already in the water and he submerges us both, the coldness of it swiping the breath from my lungs. I gasp for air when we both rise to the surface, splashing him right in the eye. "I can't believe you did that!"

"It would have taken you a half hour to get used to the chill of the water. You should be thanking me."

I scoff. "And how do you suppose I do that, Wyatt?"

With a swift tug, Wyatt hauls me into his chest and wraps my legs around his waist. I shriek with glee, tilting my face back to catch more of the light. When I meet Wyatt's eyes again, they've softened, and whatever joking around we were doing just seconds ago has completely vanished.

"You're so beautiful, darlin'," he says.

"I don't even have makeup on," I reply.

He rolls his eyes. "You don't need it." Strumming his thumb across my cheek, he smiles softly. "I love looking at your freckles and those little pimples of yours you sometimes get. Don't get me wrong, you're a knockout when you do your makeup, and I love all them fancy dresses you wear, but you're also a knockout without all of that stuff, too. Right now, with your wet hair, bare face, and no clothing between us? I'm a hell of a lucky man, Macey Taylor."

I kiss him through my tears. I let the wet, salty droplets stain both of our cheeks as my body molds against his in the water. Nobody has ever understood me like this. I've never felt safer to be myself. I'm so in love with Wyatt that it scares the shit out of me.

His hard-on presses against my lower stomach, and I know if I adjusted myself the right way, I'd be able to slide right down on top of him and ride him into oblivion. It takes everything I have to fight off that desire and need to fill me up, especially when Wyatt slips his tongue into my mouth and strokes soft and gentle, forcing me to keep the kiss slow when all I want to do is fuck him hard and rough.

I grind against his hard-on, loving the way his eyes roll to the back of his head. He squeezes my ass with both of his large, calloused hands and then my fingers are running through his hair. Our kiss isn't slow anymore. It turns into a desperate need to fulfill the lust we both share for one another—a primal instinct needing to be solved.

Wyatt runs his hand up my spine and tangles it into my wet hair, tugging hard. I moan into his mouth, begging and pleading for more. I want his head between my thighs, his fingers to be buried to the hilt. Anything to get rid of this pulsating in my pussy. It's torture.

Getting the hint, Wyatt carries me over to the bank of the pond and sets me on the grass before hauling himself up on top of me. My feet are dangling over the edge as he begins to plant sloppy kisses all over my lower stomach, carrying them up to my breasts, sucking each nipple, and then kissing that damn spot on the side of my neck.

"Oh, Wyatt, I—"

"Are you on birth control?" he pants.

My entire body stills. He's bracing himself on one of his elbows to hover above me, his free hand gripping his hard-as-a-rock cock. "Answer the damn question, darlin'."

"Y-Yes, I'm on it, but Wyatt, are you sure? This is a huge decision and it's one you have to think about. I want this more than anything, but that is completely fine if you don't. I told you from the beginning that I respect your decision, and I—"

With one swift and powerful thrust, Wyatt sinks into my soaking wet pussy, and the expression on his face... Holy hell. He doesn't even know what to do with himself. When he's fully hilted inside of me, he pauses, taking deep breaths in and out to try and control himself.

"Are you—"

"I never thought it'd feel this good, darlin'," he says. His voice is strained as he tries to gain control over himself. "God, you're so beautiful."

My stomach erupts in butterflies, and when he starts to move, I dig my nails into his back from the sheer size of him. I've never felt so complete. Sex with other men never felt like this. It always felt like an unsatisfied transaction but with Wyatt...I can tell he's not doing this just for his pleasure. He enjoys giving me pleasure. With every thrust he makes, he watches my face intently. When I wince, he switches the pace. When my jaw drops open, he moans and doesn't stop.

There isn't a better time or place for this to be happening between us. Regardless of what the future holds, I want him, and he wants me. He's making love to me in a field of purple flowers for crying out loud. I'm sending this idea to Hallmark immediately. It'd earn them a lot of income.

"I love you," he whispers into my ear. "You are everything to me, Mace. Everything."

"Oh, god, I'm gonna come," I whimper.

"Fuck, yes," he says. It's rare that he cusses, and the dirty word off of his tongue sends me spiraling. "Let me feel that wetness on my cock, darlin'. I want to see what a good job I did."

My soul is entwined with his. That's the only explanation for the way my body does as it's told at that exact moment. I'm writhing beneath him as I come undone, as wetness leaks from my pussy, down his cock, and onto my thighs. My orgasm won't stop, and Wyatt's eyes are rolled to the back of his head as he drills into me now, his hips thrusting sporadically.

"Baby, I—Oh fuck, it's wet. You're so—Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck." He stills inside of me as he finds release, and the way his cock twitches, the way it pulsates, lets me know he's having just as long of an orgasm as me. His fingers dig into the grass beside my head, clutching on for dear life. And then he kisses me nice and slow, still inside of me.

My pussy is sore, and I'm definitely going to need to ice it when I get back home, but it was worth it. One hundred percent worth it.

"Are you okay?" I ask, but my worries evaporate when his smile is as wide as I've ever seen it.

"I'm never going to be able to stop fucking you," he says with a laugh. "I want you again. Right now." When his cock begins to swell inside of me, I arch my back into him, begging him to continue. "I never knew it would feel that good," he says. "Mace, you feel so damn good."

"Less talking more thrusting," I reply.

With a grunt, when his cock is a full-on erection again, he delves back inside of me right in the middle of the field of wildflowers, and before I know it, I'm writhing beneath him and falling in love with him all over again.

Author's Note

Hi everyone! I'm so sorry the update is a day late. I've been having a lot of health issues with my kidneys and had to be in the ER all day yesterday. I'm on pain medicine and doing better, but I appreciate all of the patience, understanding, and kind words!

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