Free Her Country Heart by Reggi Allder Page A

through his thick hair. Her eyes closed as she tasted him.
    He walked her back a couple of steps, still holding her to him and slowly, gently lowered her to the fresh hay by the stall. The smell of man, hay and leather sent a shot of adrenaline through her body and her hips jerked upward.
    His tongue fluttered around her neck and her body tingled. She moaned just before he returned to kiss her again.
    Gently, he caressed her breasts first one and then the other. Her nipples tightened waiting for more attention.
    Too long. It had been so long since she’d been touched. She didn’t know her body would cry out for it. But it wasn’t consideration from any man she wanted. Only Wyatt’s embrace could cause her thunderous reactions and her wish for more.
    Her heart slammed against her rib cage when he slid the straps of her tank top and bra off her shoulder. Her breathing quickened. His breath was rapid too. Soon their inhalations became synchronized and their bodies began to move in an undulating chorus.
    “Mommy. Mommy.”
    “No.” Amy pulled away from Wyatt and jerked to a sitting position. “It’s my son, Bobby.”
     

 
     
    CHAPTER 8
     
     
    “I thought he wasn’t coming here until tomorrow.” Wyatt said, brushing hay from his shirt.
    “Me too,” Amy whispered.
    “Where are you?”
    “That’s Nan. She’s taking care of Bobby.” Amy jumped up. “I’ll be right there Nan,” she shouted and hoped her friend would stay outside. She ran from the barn and the door slammed behind her.
    Nan dressed in black jeans, a black t-shirt and hooded sweat shirt, her hand on her slim hip, stared at her.
    “God girl, at least fix your bra and get the straw out of your hair before Bobby see’s you,” she scolded.
    “Where is he?”
    “I told him to get back in the car until I found you. If you like, I can take him to a McDonalds so you can finish what you’ve started.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous, it’s not like that. And I’ve been waiting for days to see Bobby. Anyway, there’s no fast food in town.”
    Wyatt came out of the barn. Still shirtless, he nodded as he walked by Nan, but he didn’t stop.
    “Is that the handyman?” Nan whispered.
    “Hush, he can hear you. He’s not a handyman. Well, I mean he is— sort of. Uh, it’s a long story.”
    “I just bet he is. And it looks like you were ready to take all of it.” Nan winked and unzipped the hooded shirt and fluffed her short spiky brown hair. “It’s hot up here.”
    “Nan, for pity’s sake.” Amy watched her friend’s mouth open wide about to speak again.
    “I’m warning you.” She glared at Nan, but couldn’t help smiling. The woman always spoke her mind, called them like she saw them. That was one of the reasons they got along. She always knew where she stood with Nan.
    She watched her friend stare at Wyatt until he disappeared into the cottage.
    “Girlfriend, I didn’t think you had it in you. I leave you on your own for a short time and you do all right. More than all right.” She reached up and yanked a piece of straw from Amy’s hair and laughed. “Does he have a brother?”
    Amy rolled her eyes and yanked the strap of her top up before she walked toward her friends car parked at the end of the driveway.
    “Mommy!” Bobby ran from the car and jumped into her arms.
    “Honey, I missed you so much.” She kissed his cheek and ruffled his strawberry blonde hair. His blue eyes sparkled. Always small for his age he seemed smaller, paler. Maybe it was because she’d grown stronger and tan since coming to the hot climate, while her son had been living in the foggy city.
    “Can we get a doggie now?”
    Amy laughed and hugged him again. “I’ve missed you baby.”
    “But can we?”
    Wyatt appeared in the doorway of the barn. Amy hadn’t seen him return from the cottage.
    Bobby wiggled out of her arms. “Mommy, who’s that?”
    “Uh.” She glanced at Wyatt.
    He grinned, but didn’t say anything.
    “Mommy?”
    “He takes