His Imperfect Mistake

HANK WAS unable to focus as he herded the cows and heifers into the stalls. Meghan was due to meet him in the barn soon, and he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He promised himself he was steering clear of women after what happened. Hell, a woman cost him his entire career—yet everything about her drew him in. Lost in thought, he didn’t hear her enter the barn.

“Lost in thought, Hank?” Meghan laughed, tapping her !st on the wooden edge.

“You’re late.” Hank huffed as he slid open the stall door. He didn’t mean to come across as a dick, but it was his defense mechanism. Hank didn’t want to get close to her— even if his body had other ideas.

“I’m not late.” Meghan stepped up to the first heifer. “Help me get her in the containment stall.”

Hank led the cow into the tiny holding stall. It was a security measure to ensure the heifer or cows didn’t hurt anyone when she was checked to determine progression in her pregnancy. Once the first cow was loaded, Meghan slipped an obstetrical sleeve on her good arm and stepped to the rear of the stall. She and Hank fell into a steady routine over the next several hours. After checking all seven of Parker and Delilah’s cows, Hank led them out to the pasture.

“I’ll go update Parker. He and Delilah will be happy to know there are three cows due to calf in the next couple of weeks.” Delilah pulled off the glove and tossed it into the trashcan. “I suspect the remaining four will take a bit longer, since it’s their first birthing.”

Hank grunted but did not speak. His back was turned toward Meghan. Having enough of his shitty attitude, Meghan stomped over to him and grabbed his shoulder. Hank spun, gripping her arm, and pinned her against the barn wall. Meghan sucked in a sharp breath.

“What the fuck!” She bucked her body against his, shocked at the contact.

“Shit.” Hank loosened his grip but didn’t release her. “Did I hurt you?” He scanned her body.

“Let. Me. Go.” Meghan jerked her arm out of his hand. “Jesus, Hank.”

Hank boxed her in, his arms pressed against the wood on either side of her head. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” Meghan held his stare. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I shouldn’t have reacted like that. I could have hurt you.” Hank ran his fingers down her cheek. “We should get back to work.” Hank stepped back, putting space between them.

Meghan huff in annoyance. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” Hank ran his hand down his face.

“Put that wall up. You pretend that there isn’t something between us. But I know that’s a lie.”

“I won’t lie. I want you, Meghan.” Hank stepped up to press himself against her again. “But you deserve someone who can give you more. It would only be sex between us.”

Meghan could feel the desire pressing against her. She closed her eyes, her breath shallow. “Why? Why are you afraid of more, Hank?”

“I don’t want more, Meghan.”

“I want you, Hank.” Meghan ground herself against his arousal.

“You don’t know what you want.” Hank squeezed his eyes shut. The feel of her body against his was raging a storm within his soul.

Meghan leaned forward, closing the distance between them, and pressed her lips to his. Hank pressed his hands against the wall, giving in to the gentle touch of her mouth. Her lips parted as he swiped his tongue inside. Meghan moaned, grinding her hips against him. Hank slipped his hands off the wall and down around her ass, lifting her he pressed her body against the wall.

“Meghan…” Hank whispered her name, “We should stop.” He pressed a kiss to her neck, his words empty.

Meghan edged her hand between them and slipped her hand over his pants. Squeezing his hardness beneath the jeans, she eased down his zipper.

“I want this, Hank. Please.” She pushed her hand into his pants, her fingers wrapping around his cock. It was a tight !t, making him grunt and buck as she tightened her hand around him more.

Hank set her feet on the ground. “Take off your pants.”

Meghan shucked her boots and stripped her pants off, standing before him in only her panties and top. Hank unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans. He pushed his jeans down his thighs and freed his cock. Gripping Meghan around the waist, he lifted her against the wall again.

“Last chance to back out.” Hank locked eyes with her, giving her the chance to stop.

Meghan slid her panties to the side and wiggled, “Shut up and fuck me, Hank.”

Hank pressed his hard member between her folds. Her cunt was slick with her desire, allowing him to press in with ease. Meghan moaned. Pressing down on him, she rotated her hips. Hank began moving, bucking against her hard. Their grunts and moans filled the barn. This was not making love. No, this was pure, unadulterated lust. Hank was fucking her like a man on a mission. Her orgasm ripped through her body, forcing her to scream out his name.

Hank’s body tightened as his pace grew desperate. He grunted, spilling his seed into her womb. Resting his head against hers, he pulled himself from her and stood her up. Turning, he pulled his jeans on and walked out of the barn. Meghan stood, shocked, as she watched him disappear without a word. Gathering her clothes, she dressed and headed to her house.