Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Then there is the Greenbluff Summer Festival.
A big series of tents were erected outside the town, the local farmers bringing in their produce, and even some outside folks coming in to set up attractions. It’s really important to the town, apparently. It’s their way of keeping a part of home alive in a world that is quickly globalizing and unifying. Not to say that’s a bad thing, but knowing who you are and where you came from is important.
Jack had given the wranglers short workdays. He would have given us all the entire day off, he said, but the horses don’t understand the whole-day-off thing. They still needed to be fed and tended to. But any extra stuff that needed doing could wait.
It’s the evening of one of the festival’s nights, and I made my way down. There’s hard, pounding music playing, which shook my expectations. I had thought it’d be some sort of country line dancing jig, but hey, it is the twenty-first century.
I’m not complaining. I’m hardly the type who went to nightclubs and raves all the time, but I couldn’t deny the deep pounding bass awakes something in me. I jive out onto the floor, and start letting the music guide me. I realize I must look a tad bit ridiculous, always having been someone with two left feet, but I’m struggling to care.
Someone else there didn’t think I needed to be a ballerina to be out there. “Looks like you’re groovin’ to the beat, little lady.”
Jack. He’s there in his full denim as usual, but instead of it simply being work clothes, it’s the proper attire for the occasion at this party, even if I don’t think cowboy boots were meant for dancing this type of music.
“Would you like to join me, Jack?” I giggle, offering my hand.
“Are we going Sadie Hawkins style with this? All right. I’ll gladly join you.”
I may have offered my hand, but Jack takes control almost immediately. He spins me into his arms, holding me close. As I dance, he moves with me, his hands on my hips, feeling my flesh as it bounces against his. We grind together, our fingers interlocking, as I look up at him, and he looks back at me. I can feel him purr, as well as other things about him.
We really go into it. When the music shifts into something you’d expect more of a town like Greenbluff, Jack takes the lead, pulling me into him, spinning me about, and taking the lead on a more traditional dance.
“My mother made me go to lessons as a child,” he says, as he leads me so beautifully. I have no idea what I’m doing, but with his guidance, it works. “I always thought it was a lot of old-fashioned hogwash, but doing it with you, Lily, it’s all finally paying off.”
I chuckle as we strut around. It’s then that I finally notice that there’s an awful lot of eyes on us. Greenbluff is a small enough town so everyone knows everyone else’s business, especially when two powerful families like the Thomas and Perry families set to be wed together is the talk of the town. And I’m most definitely not Sarah Perry, and I’m dancing with her fiancé.
I start to think of some lie to try to deflect suspicion from the situation. Like maybe I’m just one of Jack’s cousins who came into town for the festival. But the way we’ve been dancing makes such an illusion impossible without making Jack seem like an incredible weirdo, because no one dances with their cousin like we’re dancing together unless we’re from the most remote towns in West Virginia.
So I’m turning a shade of red the whole time, but Jack? Jack’s just taking it in stride, his confidence unbroken. He twirls me out in tune with the music, throwing himself into it as much as I was. Every move he makes declares I’m his woman, and that he wants the entire world to know this fact. He holds me steady at times, his cock poking at my ass. “If it weren’t for laws about public decency, I’d take you right here, right now, babe.”
“I’m not much of an exhibitionist, so I’ll be thankful for those laws for now.”
“I could turn you into one pretty quick if you let me.”
I laugh, and lightly slap him on the chest. “Stop, Jack. You’re too silly.”
We soon withdraw from the dance floor. We stop by one of the stands to get some heavily sugared funnel cake before finding a seat in one of the more remote spots in the fairgrounds. It’d be dark except for the subtle glow of lanterns giving me some warm light to enjoy the handsomeness of his face.
“I can’t believe we danced like that. In front of the whole town,” I say, nibbling on a piece of our confection.