"I didn't ask to see the -!"

"Hush! I know." Rosie linked him. "I just wanted to get some time with you."

"Oh, right." Eddie glanced back. "What about your dad?"

"We'll just go for a quick walk. Besides, he's too drunk to keep a close eye."

"Seemed pretty sober to me."

"He's not."

It stank this way; manure and silage and large animals. Rosie unhooked a metal gate and closed it carefully as he stepped into the yard. A large head popped out the door to his left, sniffing.

"Cornelius."

He watched her pet him, hand hovering at his chest. When he reached forward the animal threw his head up. "Is he friendly?"

"Very. He's just getting a look at you. Let him sniff."

Eddie held his palm up and the horse turned to check him. "Ew! What!"

"Oops! He does that sometimes." Rosie laughed as he pulled his hand from the horse's mouth.

"Ugh! I don't wanna pet him, now."

"Go on!"

"No!"

"Just a pat on the neck. Like that. See? Friends."

Eddie grudgingly patted him. "He's huge."

"Yeah, he's a draft horse, really. Meant for pulling machinery."

There was no machinery in sight. "What does he do here?"

"Mostly just keep the others company."

Some of the others came out to look at Eddie, but at this stage a lot of the animals were sleeping. The yard cats were dotted around, mostly curled up as well. One sat on top of a toolshed and meowed as they walked past.

"Milly likes to play sentry."

Aside from the ring of stables, there was a small barn with hay bales and a tack room at the back. The stalls here were much bigger, and looked fancier. Most were empty, though. As Rosie led the way, a little head tried to peek over one of the doors.

"Oh my god!" Eddie rushed over to see the foal. "Look at you!"

Rosie hurried over. "Don't touch -!"

She yanked him out of the way just as the dam appeared out of the dark, teeth clashing at the place his hand had just been. "Bonnie's mother doesn't like anyone touching her."

Eddie backed away, suddenly wondering how many teeth a horse had. He knew they were herbivores, but as the dam showed him the whites of her eyes, he became very aware of how large her jaw was. "Yeah... I can see that."

In the middle of the night, there wasn't much else to see. Rosie led him out the rear door of the barn and past the darkened fields, then they looped back toward the house. Past his truck, parked in the shadows of the trees across the lawn. To his surprise, she climbed into the passenger side.

"We can talk here."

She said 'talk', but as soon as Eddie sat in the driver's seat Rosie leaned over and caught him off guard with a kiss. A firm, hungry kiss that dispelled all thoughts for a split second. Eddie jerked back.

"Rosie! Your dad -"

"Is in the kitchen."

Grabbed him by the back of the head this time, forcing him toward her. Eddie moaned into her mouth, hands moving instinctively to hold her. She was so soft...

"We can't."

"I'm just kissing you."

"If someone sees..."

"They'll know we're dating? Oh noooo." She slid her tongue into his mouth and he shivered. Couldn't help caressing it with his own. Then he was caught; Rosie sucked on it gently, tickling and giving a little happy hmmm. A jolt went down his spine.

"Stop."

"Do you really want me to stop?"

"No."

Eddie sat, helpless as she climbed onto him. Had no choice but to put his arms around her hips - to stop her hitting the wheel and potentially sounding the horn. Could not do anything but lock her mouth with his, enjoying the feel of her in his lap, skirt hiked up, hands in his hair and down his chest. She felt the heat, too; the back of her dress was damp and stuck to her. The back of her neck was wet. He didn't dare turn on the air; that would mean starting the engine. Eddie took a second to roll his window down a crack so they didn't suffocate.

"Please." He hardened as Rosie took that free hand and guided it into her panties. "Please..."

"You're gonna be the death of me."

"Good way to go."

They both chuckled at that. Oh, but she was so warm. Eddie dipped his finger into her wetness and decided he didn't care what her father did to him.

"Like this, Princess?"

"Yes." Rosie locked eyes with his as he pressed their foreheads together. So he saw the flicker of desire as he teased. The worry on her brow when he rounded her nub, and the deeper furrow when he pushed his fingers into her. "Yes!"

She was horny. They hadn't even been apart that long, this time. Just a few weeks. But the need in her face couldn't be mistaken.

"You like that?"

"Uh-huh." Rosie sighed and put her lips to his again, shakily kissing him as he worked her.

"Relax, Babe. You're so tense."

"I'm trying."

"We both know you can't cum like that."

"I know...I know."

He stroked her cheek. "Breathe. Easy. Shhhh."

She was trying. Eddie nibbled her ear and traced the line down her neck to her bosom. Didn't dare expose it, but a quick squeeze of one hand told him -

"You're not wearing a bra?"

"Too hot."

"Huh." He'd never considered they could be hot. Casting a careful glance toward the house, he made the most of it and tugged one side of the fabric away with his teeth. Rosie, understanding, cradled his head so she blocked him with one arm.

"Ooooh..."

"Not so loud."

"Sorry."

She was doing most of the work herself at this stage; hips rolling over his captive hand. All Eddie really had to do was crook and scissor, keeping his palm flush to her, listening to her needs.

"That's good."

"Is it good, Sweetheart?"

"Yes."

"You're not so worked up."

"Oh I'm worked up."

Eddie chuckled. "The right way, though."

Nod. Rosie's vision was fixed on him now, and Eddie fell into a trance. Her lips parted, rounding, eyes wide. The motion changed from a steady rocking to a frenzied jerk. He did his best to hold her.

"You're gonna...?"

"Yes!"

"Shhh!"

Her lips pressed together, eyes fluttering shut.

"No. No, look at me. There you are." He stared right up at her. She was all flushed now, right down to her exposed breast. Eyes glittering with excitement. She mouthed his name. "Am I making you feel good?"

Nod.

"Oof. I can tell. That's tight, Baby." Eddie was really struggling to move his fingers. Rosie was closing in around them, sitting on him more firmly, all her weight wiggling around in his lap. She mouthed his name again, angling herself better. Hips now directed right into his crotch. Could she feel how hard he was? Through his jeans? Her face told him yes. It added to her arousal.

Eddie. She bit back a cry, but her lips traced the name again. Grip tightened on his shoulders. Body arching, then shuddering violently, pressing him delightfully, then relaxing. Rosie bent over and huffed into his neck. Done.

"Eddie..."

"You needed that, huh?"

"I guess I did. Now you..."

"Don't."

"Huh?"

Eddie averted his gaze. Rosie went for his belt again, thinking maybe he was joking. "Nuh-Uh!"

She frowned. "You need -?"

"No."

Rosie back to blink at him, hands edging down to his zipper. "I can be quick."

"I don't need that." He responded sternly. He tried to take her hands away, but they found the wet patch on the front of his jeans.

"Huh?" She glanced down, jaw dropping. "O-oh!"

"Yah."

"D-did you...?"

Eddie nodded, mortified: "I creamed my pants."