Chapter 15: Chapter 15

“Hay is for horses,” he whispered, lips brushing my earlobe.

“Peter, I—” Was I going to object? Whythe hell was I going to object? His every touch made me ache with need. It had been years…Instead of objecting, I asked, “Can they hear from down there?”

“Dunno. Don’t care.”

And then he tugged at my kilt, pulling the fabric up so his hand could sneak underneath, and I found that I didn’t care, either. I kissed him again.

“Not supposed to wear anything under these, you know,” Peter murmured, fondling me through my briefs. I blushed, but his hand on me made it difficult to be embarrassed at the thought of going commando. In fact, his hand kind of made me regret that I hadn’t.

“My mistake. Guess you’ll have to take them off.”