AN: FINALLY I have updated! I am so sorry its taken this long! I completely lost my mojo, and I've been sooooo busy, with a new niece, university, new uh, "guy friend"… and moving… let's just say it's been a little bit hectic. But after seeing Gum Drops last Thursday I sat down to the computer and guess what! I found my Mojo! HAHA! She was looking at pictures of a naked nick…dirty dirty mojo. It wasn't me, I swear! Looks up at halo glowing overhead

The entire way back, Sara deliberately tortured Nick with her wandering hands and tongue, and by the time they reached the stables, he could barely contain himself.

"Sar, how the hell am I supposed to walk to the house like this? What about my baby cousins! And I know I'd never live it down if my brother and sisters saw me like this."

"Well that's your problem, isn't it?" She kissed his neck.

"Can't I share it with you?"

"You just need to learn control."

"Well you need to keep your hands to yourself, missy." He brushed her hand away from him only to have her put it right back to where it was.

When they got to the stables, Nick turned his head.

"Sara? How am I supposed to get down?"

"Like you always do?"

"These jeans are so damn tight I can't move my legs."

"Oh stop being so dramatic. I need you to get down to catch me. I thought it was a long way down off of Smokey. I'm not jumping down here."

He sighed. "Okay well we're just gonna have to wait until the situation, um, deflates."

"Nick, c'mon. We can't just sit here. Just grin and bear it."

"Fine." He grumbled, and growled loudly as he swung his leg over the side of the horse and slipped down. He held out his arms to catch Sara, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as she came down.

"I'll have you know you're not the only one with a problem. Mine's just not as obvious as yours." She kissed him deeply, her hands running through his hair.

"Mmm…ever do it in a hay loft?" He knew there was no way they could make it back to the house.

"No, but I'd love to try."

"C'mon." He grabbed the ladder and helped her up into the loft, which was filled with bales of hay.

"AH!" Nick took her by surprise when he practically tackled her onto a pile of loose hay.

He had her clothes off in record time, and once Sara figured out how to undo his belt buckle that proudly bore a map of Texas, a large star and a set of bullhorns, his jeans and t-shirt swiftly joined her clothes on the floor. Sara snapped the waistband of his underwear and he quickly shimmied out of his snug grey boxer briefs and fell back down on top of her again.

"Ooh…tiger!" Sara purred when he bit at her neck.

"I'll show you tiger…" He growled.

"Ahh…"

"Mmm hmmm…" He mumbled against her skin.

"Nicky you drive me wild…" She panted.

"Oh, Sar…" Nick groaned.

For the first time, they let go of all inhibitions, as they knew that they were well out of earshot from the house. They loudly groaned and moaned one another's names in the throes of passion until they collapsed together onto the hay.

Sara sighed deeply as she relaxed completely. "Mmmm…"

"Mmm Hmm…" He answered. She rolled over to climb on top of him.

"You're absolutely wonderful."

Nick chuckled. "You're too good for my ego, woman."

"You deserve it, stud." She giggled and kissed him.

"Sara! Nicky! Suppertime!" Evelyn's voice rang out.

Sara tensed. "I thought you said we were out of ear shot."

"We are. Mom's been calling us home for supper for years, and with a huge ranch like this, she's learned to make her voice carry. Not to mention she's probably halfway down the driveway by now." He rubbed his hands up and down her arms to calm her down again.

"We'd better get dressed."

Nick waved his hand, dismissing her. "She wouldn't come up here. But…we should probably get dressed…" He shifted uncomfortably.

"Why?" She was quite comfortable sitting up on his stomach with her hands planted on his chest.

"Well it may be romantic to make love in a hay loft, but afterwards you begin to realize you got bits of hay pokin' you in places you didn't know you had." He reached underneath him and shifted. "I at least gotta get some underwear on."

Sara lifted up and unashamedly looked down at him. "But I like you without underwear."

"Then I'll put some pants on and go commando." He stuck his tongue out at her, and she kissed him, sucking on his tongue.

"Keep up that smart ass talk and you'll get a swift kiss on the mouth." She winked at him.

"I look forward to it."

She smirked and pulled herself up off of him. He watched her with a goofy smile on his face as she moved around the loft, picking up their clothes. She turned back to look at him, lying there unashamedly with his arms folded under his head as he smiled at her, knowing her eyes were on him and all his male glory, and dangled his belt on her finger. "By the way, this," She pointed to the belt buckle. "Is very cowboy-ish. And very…" She kissed him. "Sexy." She kissed him again and threw the clothes back on the floor as she tacked him.

"Nicky? You in here? Where are you?" A deeper version of Nick's voice boomed out from underneath them.

Nick's eyes widened. "Shit!" He whispered tersely. "She sent dad after us!"

"He's downstairs?"

"Uh huh."

They heard him moving around. "What's this ladder doin' down here?" He said to himself. Nick bit his lip when his father took the ladder that they were supposed to use to get down and hung it up along the wall. "Mom's looking for you, Nicky! God, can't find him anywhere! He's always off with that girl, getting her alone one way or another. I swear I taught that boy better manners than that…" He mumbled as he walked off.

Sara looked at Nick. "What the hell are we supposed to do!"

Nick shrugged. "I got no ideas."

"Great…"she thought about it. "I guess calling out to him to put the ladder back up is out of the question, huh?"

"Well we could, but that wouldn't sound very good. 'Hey dad, could you put the ladder back there, we came up here to have sex and now we have no way to get down.' I don't think I'll do that."

"He doesn't need to know we were up here having sex."

"What else would we come up here for?" He raised an eyebrow. "There's a reason people call it 'a roll in the hay'. Besides, I think the hay in your hair would give it away." He pulled a piece of hay from her tangled and dishevelled hair.

Sara giggled and captured his lips in a kiss. Nick started to get carried away and she pulled back. "Your mother called us for supper." She touched his nose.

He gave her the puppy dog look but she just giggled and gave his lips a quick kiss. "We have to get dressed and figure out how to get down from here."

"Fine." He huffed.

Sara continually had to smack Nick into reality when she caught him looking at her. Finally he managed to keep his hands off of her long enough for them to each get dressed. He looked at her.

"Now what?"

"You're the cowboy. You tell me."

After a few moments of pondering, Nick grabbed a pitchfork and threw some hay down through the hole to the floor below. Once he had a decent pile, he sat on the edge, braced himself, and jumped down. Sara looked down at him.

"You want me to jump down there?" Her voice quivered.

"I can get the ladder, but it's more fun if I catch you in my big strong arms." He winked.

"Nick…" She whined.

"I promise I'll catch you. It's not as far as it looks, babe. You can do it." He held out his arms.

"If you miss or don't catch me I'll kill you. And I know how to hide evidence."

Nick laughed. "Don't worry."

"Here goes…" She gripped hold of the edge of the hole and sat down, her feet dangling down. "I can't do it."

"Sure you can. Come on, on the count of three, Sara. Count with me, One…"

"Two…three…" They counted together and Nick braced himself to catch her.

"Four…five…" Sara continued, sitting there.

"Sara!"

"Okay, okay, fine. One…two…three!" She hopped down to Nick.

"OMPH!" Nick fell into the hay and Sara landed on his chest.

"Ow. You didn't catch me. You promised."

"But I did break your fall." He groaned.

"I know, sorry." She added sheepishly. "You okay?"

"Uh huh." He shook his head and moved his neck to test it out. "I'm fine. You?"

"Never better." Sara patted his solid chest. "You're very strong." She told him flirtatiously and kissed him.

"We'd better get going for supper."

"Yeah. C'mon." She stood up and gave him her hand to help him up. Once Nick was on his feet she leaned up and kissed his lips softly. He slipped his hand in her hair and eagerly returned the kiss. She moaned and used every bit if self-restraint she had left to pull back from him. "We gotta stop."

He sighed. "Yeah, I guess we'd better."

"Trust me, I'm well worth the wait." Sara winked at him.

"I know you are. Damn, I've been waiting five years for this."

She blushed and took his hand to lead him out of the barn. "Shit!" She groaned when they got outside to find the sky completely grey as the rain poured down around them.

"Let's run, c'mon!" He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the house, making sure he didn't run too fast for her.

By the time they reached the house, they were soaked to the skin. Nick closed the door behind him and leaned against it, panting. Sara was standing next to him, out of breath as well. When she looked over at him, her panting got a little faster. If his shirt had clung to his muscles before, then it had become a second skin now. She could see every line of his muscles that she traced whenever she had the chance. It was also obvious through his shirt that he was very cold.

Nick looked over at her and raised an eyebrow at her hungry look. That was when he looked down and he realized that she had been wearing a white t-shirt. At some point he thought he remembered her having a shirt over it, but he guessed she forgot it in the loft when they got dressed in such a hurry. Her t-shirt had turned see through, and it was every man's dream. He closed his mouth to contain the groan that was trying to escape.

Finally, he managed a squeaky sounding, "Cold?"

"Um, yeah…" She looked away, embarrassed.

"Nicky! It's suppertime!" Evelyn realized the two were home. "You're supper's going to get cold!" She tried to usher them into the dining room, but Sara was determined to stand her ground. She needed to at least get a sweatshirt to cover herself.

"Okay mom I just have to run to the washroom." Nick dashed upstairs and grabbed a Mavericks sweatshirt out of his closet and brought it down to his girlfriend. Sara gratefully accepted it and pulled it on before joining his family in the dining room.

When they sat down, his brothers and sisters smirked at him. Several of his older nieces and nephews were there, but most had been sent downstairs to eat, since the dining room table could only seat so many people.

"Get caught in the rain?" Kerry asked innocently as she noticed their soaked hair and Nick's wet t-shirt.

"No. We decided to go for a swim in the lake." He rolled his eyes.

"Nicky! Manners…" His mother scolded him.

"Mom…" He pouted like a child.

"Be nice to your mother." Sara whispered to him with a smirk.

"I'll kiss that smirk right off your face…"

"Kids, stop flirting at the table." Luke teased, and Nick stuck his tongue out at his older brother. "Oh, that's mature."

"Mom, Luke's being an ass." Nick whined like a five year old.

"Language!" Evelyn slapped his hand with her spoon. "Nicholas, you're 32 years old. Please try and act like it."

"That's why I said ass instead of big fat meany."

"Nicky." Nick's head snapped up at the gruff voice of his father. "We're all pleased to have you home. But do us a favour and shut up for a little while."

Sara couldn't help but giggle. Even at 32, Nick still fit the persona of the youngest child.

"You think somethin's funny?" He looked over at her. Sara avoided his gaze and instead became very interested in her mashed potatoes. "Sara…"

"So what did you two do today?" Evelyn asked, oblivious to the knowing grins of her children and the blush that came over her youngest son.

"Umm…we…" Nick looked to Sara for help. After the adventure in the barn he had pretty much forgotten about the rest of the day.

"We went for a ride." Emily snorted out a laugh and Joanne had to look down at her plate to keep from bursting out laughing. Sara blushed and started to stumble over her words. "Um on Smokey and Bandit…Nick's horse and his foal, we went through the woods…"

"Have you ever ridden before, Sara?" George asked, which got another laugh from one of the girls.

Sara turned beet red and looked straight into George's eyes. "No. Never." Nick coughed, catching on to what his sisters were giggling about. "Excuse me, Nick my wet hair's making me cold, I need to get a towel…"

"Okay." Nick continued eating his steak.

She cleared her throat and looked in his eyes. "Could you help me find one? I'm not sure which towel I should use…"

"Oh, yeah, sure." He wiped his mouth with his napkin and stood up. "'Scuse us." Nodding at his family he pulled out his chair and followed Sara out the dining room.

When they were out of earshot he took her hand and pulled her towards him. "What's wrong?"

"I've never been so embarrassed." She groaned and put her forehead against his chest.

"Ah, Sar…don't worry about them." He gave her a big hug. "My parents have caught me in worse situations, and my brother and sisters have been teasing me since day one. Don't listen to them."

"But they probably think I'm some whore—"

"Sara, you're not a whore, they don't think you care, and even if they did, it doesn't matter what they think, it's what you and I know." He kissed her softly and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Now how's about me and you get out of these wet clothes, hmm?"

"Nicky…we're not even finished supper." She couldn't help but stare at his torso, his t-shirt still clinging to his muscles. It was so hard to say no to this man.

"Okay, well we'll just dry off and change our clothes." Sara raised her eyebrow. There was no way either one of them would be able to handle watching the other change clothes without jumping them on the spot. "Well and maybe a little dry humping…" He winked at her and headed towards their bedroom. Sara stood in the living room for a moment with her jaw hanging open and took off after her sexy boyfriend.

(AN: I was gonna end the chapter, but I got a mental image of what was to come, and I figured you ladies would enjoy the image as well)

Sara ran up the stairs and threw open the bedroom door, only to be greeted by the sight of Nick lying on the bed, without a stitch of clothing and visibly "excited".

"Didn't anyone teach you to knock first?" He looked at her and grinned when she took off her sweatshirt, revealing her still see-through shirt.

"I thought you were going to get changed."

"I am."

"Well you did the undressing, but you haven't dressed again." She wasn't upset but his body was becoming very distracting and it took every ounce of self-restraint she had not to climb up on top of him.

"I wanted your opinion on what I should wear."

She raised an eyebrow. "I know your underwear never got wet."

"No, but I was in the mood to change them too." He stood up and went to his dressed. "Navy blue, grey or white boxer briefs?"

"How bout a banana hammock?" She teased him.

"I don't do thongs. Nuh huh. No way no how."

Sara giggled and went over to where he was standing. "How about going commando."

"But my jeans chafe…"

"It's a lot easier access for me." She added innocently. "Say, if we went outside on the porch and cuddled, your family would never know the difference."

"Commando it is."

Sara laughed. "Now get dressed before I have to jump your bones and disturb your family with banging the headboard against the walls."

"Yes ma'am."

"Good boy." She grabbed a dry shirt and quickly changed before he could do anything. "Now, I'll be downstairs finishing my supper. When you get…that…" She looked down below his waist. "…under control, I suggest you come down and finish yours. You'll need your strength for later."

Nick growled at her when she strutted towards the door, shot him a seductive look, and left the room.