Chapter 2

The next morning we all rode out early to check the east fence line. Derek and Mom were up ahead. Cole stayed close to me like he always did when we worked the farther pastures. I was still half thinking about the storm yesterday—the way his eyes had stayed on me, the way my body had reacted—when my horse spooked at a low branch. The branch scraped hard across my lower leg. It wasn't deep, but it stung enough that I hissed and almost lost my balance.

Cole was off his horse in seconds. He didn't ask if I was okay. He just reached up, pulled me down, and carried me the short distance to the old hillside cabin we used for tools and first aid. His arms were solid around me. I could feel every shift of muscle. I told myself the flutter in my stomach was just from the scare. I was lying.

Inside, he set me on the edge of the wooden table and crouched down. "Let me see."

He rolled my pant leg up carefully at first. Then his hand pushed higher, and the shorts came with it. The denim slid up my thigh until the soft inner skin was almost fully exposed. Cool air hit places that were already warm. I felt my face heat up. I should have pulled the fabric back down. Instead I just sat there, legs slightly open, watching his face.

His eyes changed. Darker. Focused.

My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. Outside I could already hear Derek's voice.

"Ava? Cole? Everything all right?"

Mom's voice followed, closer. "Is she hurt?"

Cole's fingers were still on my leg, right beside the shallow scrape. He didn't answer them. He just looked up at me once, then slowly slid his hand higher. Until his palm pressed flat against the front of my panties.

I was already wet. He could feel it.

I bit down hard on my lip and stared at the door. Their footsteps were right outside. Any second someone could push it open.

Cole's fingers pressed more firmly, rubbing slow circles over the damp fabric, right on my clit. The pressure was exact. Deliberate. My hips wanted to move. I forced them still.

"Answer them," he said quietly.

My voice came out thinner than I wanted. "I'm fine. Just a scrape."

Derek called back, "Good. Hurry up then. We're waiting on you two."

Cole didn't stop. While I was still trying to sound normal, he hooked two fingers under the edge of my panties and pulled the fabric aside. Then those same fingers were on me—rubbing my clit in tight, steady circles, then sliding lower and pushing inside.

I almost made a sound. I clamped my mouth shut and gripped the edge of the table instead. His fingers were thicker than mine, rougher, and he knew exactly where to curl them. He worked them in and out while his thumb kept pressure on my clit. Every movement was quiet, controlled, but it still felt huge. The wet sound was soft but I was terrified they would hear it through the door.

My head dropped forward. I was breathing too fast. I kept thinking how wrong this was—my stepbrother's fingers inside me while our parents stood a few feet away—and how badly I didn't want him to stop. Part of me wished it was his cock instead. Thick. Stretching me open right here on the table.

He added a little more pressure, rubbed harder, and that was it. The orgasm hit fast and strong. My whole body locked up. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, trying not to make a sound while my pussy clenched around his fingers and spilled more wetness down onto his hand. It kept coming in small pulses. I could feel it dripping. Shame burned so hot behind my eyes that I almost cried.

Outside, Derek's voice came again, impatient now. "You two almost done?"

Cole slowly pulled his fingers out. They were shiny. He wiped them once on the inside of my thigh, then tugged my shorts back into place like nothing had happened. He stood up, leaned in close, and spoke right against my ear.

"Later, when we're working… I'm going to fuck you while they're right there."

The words went straight through me. Fresh heat flooded between my legs even though I'd just come. I stared at the floor, breathing hard, and thought, God, I'm such a slut. I just came on his hand and one sentence has me wet again.

Cole stepped back, opened the door, and called out casually, "We're good. Coming now."