Waiting for Rain by Susan Mac Nicol

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    “Well, I can assure you there are no little lambs, rams, or mummy sheep near that haystack.” I gazed at him curiously. “Have you always had a dislike of sheep? Did you perhaps have a sheep-related trauma that affected you in childhood?”
    Rain scowled again. “I just don’t like them, okay? Fluffy, po-faced sheep with gooey eyes. They give me the willies.” He waved an impatient hand. “Now, are we going to do this whole ‘fucking’ thing or not?”
    His obvious distress at the thought that woolly mammals might invade his space might make me want to giggle, but I was horny and needed to get laid. I nodded agreeably and reached out my hand. “Fine then, no more talk of sheep. Come with me, and I’ll introduce you to the stack.”
    He followed me, and I choked down a chuckle as his eyes roved the field carefully, on the lookout for any rogue Shaun the Sheep. Finally, I stopped at the base of the haystack steps I wanted to use as our bed for the night.
    “See? No sheep,” I said with a giggle. He looked at the haystack with a dubious expression. I fell back onto the lowest step and made sure my legs opened wide so he could see the bulge at my groin.
    God, I am such a tart with this man.
    “And all you have to do is dance for me,” I murmured. “You’re a damn good dancer. You were great at the club. You have wonderful rhythm.” I’d always wanted to be a better dancer than I was but had grown resigned to the fact that I’d always be mediocre. But Rain? He was sheer dynamite when he danced. Sexy, sultry, hips swaying and arse moving as if it had a rhythm all its own. I’d noticed a lot of people eying him out on the dance floor. He was a master at pole dancing, something that had made my jaw drop when he’d twirled around with abandon on the one in the club, using his hips to make love to the pole. There had definitely been more than one man with a raging hard-on seeing him do that.
    Rain still looked unsure. I chuckled, turning over onto my front, sticking my backside out at him. “It’s all yours if you do the dance, Rain.” I turned back quickly in case he got any ideas.
    He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as his mouth curved in a warm smile. “Okay. I can manage that, you bloody tease. What do we use for music?”
    I took out my phone and flicked through my “My Music.” I clicked a song, and the soft tones of Gotye floated through the air. It was one of my favorite tracks, “Smoke and Mirrors,” just perfect for a sexy dance. Rain stared at me with darkened, sultry eyes as I lay back to enjoy the show. The sexy voice of Gotye and the beat of the song matched him perfectly as he undulated around the field in front of me, hips swaying, eyes never leaving mine. His hands slowly undid his blue cotton shirt, buttons opening one by one. Then he ran his hands down his body, stroking the hair that led from his chest into the long line above his groin to stop just above where I desperately wanted to be. I wanted nothing more than to take my cock out and stroke myself while he moved.
    The sight of this superbly sexy man dancing around in front of me in a field at midnight, his eyes boring into mine and his hands caressing his own body as he moved, was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. I sat up, unzipped, and reached down to touch myself, desperately needing to release the pressure.
    He shook his head. “No playing with yourself. That’s mine,” he whispered softly. “This was your idea, Toby. Man up, baby, and wait for me.”
    Rain danced to the sounds of Gotye, chirping insects, the occasional rustle in the bushes, and the sounds of an owl hooting. It was primal and decadent. His strong legs flexed and twisted, hips thrusting and shimmying, hands caressing his body with obvious enjoyment. He brushed his fingers against his groin, hissing in pleasure. My throat was dry. I had a groin that was ready to explode and a desire so strong to have him that it took my breath away.
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