Free On The Fence (Uninhibited in Apple Trail, Arkansas) by Keri Ford

the fly of his jeans for the second time tonight. He lifted up, pressing her up, and slipped his pants down enough to free himself. Her skirt had worked up to her hips again. She sat forward and rubbed against him.
    “This isn’t going to last if you don’t stop that.”
    She shook her head and dropped the condoms in his lap. “I don’t want it to last. I want it now.”
    He couldn’t say he disagreed with her. And hey…a second quick blow now and he’d be ready for her again when he got home. The image of Shellie spread out before him on his navy sheets sprang to mind. Of her legs parted and his face between her, tasting her again. Hell yeah.
    He covered his cock, lifted her and dropped her down on him. She was so tight again. Gripping him. Sucking. She set a rhythm and he grabbed her hips and helped her keep the quick pace until his balls were drawing in tight and he exploded in release.
    She rocked her hips one last time and screamed out like he knew she’d been dying to do in the bathroom. She breathed heavy, but she didn’t relax against him. She pressed her hands on his shoulders, trying to catch her breath. “Well?”
    “I’m ready to get you home so I can see you naked on my sheets.”
    He kissed her one last time, holding her tight to him before she settled back in her seat. She clipped on her belt and tucked a foot under her ass. “Let’s go, cowboy.”
    He shook his head, a smile on his face, and left the parking lot. “I’m not a cowboy.”
    “What are you then?
    “Just a farmer.”
    She lifted his old, torn and ripped ball cap from the floorboard. There used to be a tractor ad on the front, but it was faded off. She dusted the bill and bent the corners down as he’d shown her years ago and tugged it on her head. “Can I call you a redneck? Then when I call Mom later I can tell her I’m moving in with my long-term redneck lover?”
    He chuckled, trying to recall the last time he’d felt this happy. This light. It was probably the last time he’d seen Shellie. He tapped on the steering wheel. Sometime over the summer after graduation. He’d taken her to the river, given her a first sip of beer that she had spit out within seconds, and returned to volleyball. A smile tugged deep until he recalled later that day.
    When he returned her home. And she left. And he left for college. His stomach did that uncomfortable pinch it’d done those years ago, only it was magnified into a tugging, turning, twisting ulcer thing. He swallowed. “Is that really what you want to tell her?”
    Shelli finished adjusting her hair under the cap, flipped the mirror up, and sat back. “I don’t want to talk to her at all, but I’m going to have to call her back and explain more.”
    He reached across the console and grabbed Shellie’s hand. “No, I meant, is that what you want to tell her that we are. That we’re long term lovers.”
    Her lips flattened. “I don’t want to push you faster than what you’re ready for, Riley. You said you’re ready to try, and I’m open for what you’re willing to give. I just—”
    He lifted her hand and kissed it. “Will you be my girlfriend, Shellie?”
    She stared at him. He waited for laughter, but it didn’t come. A smiled curved up the corner of her lips. “Yes.”
    “Yes?” He parked in front of his house and shut off the truck.
    “Yes. Most definitely yes.” She nodded and looked toward his home, but frowned.
    “It’s probably not what you always imagined. Hell, this little farm house wasn’t what I imagined either.”
    She squinted and leaned over the dash. “Cows. Back in your yard.”
    He looked up to see the same two calves there who always managed to escape. “Little devils.”
    “Riley.” Shellie turned in the seat, a hand wrapped around on her hip. “I want to stay here. I like this house. I like what you’re doing here. I like everything about this place, so don’t start making excuses, to ‘give me an out’ if you think that’s what