Shenanigans (Complete)

Coping

Holly's POV

Out of all the drama that could have unfolded bringing Marc out to my dad's place he never once stroked the anger my dad laid out. He worked around it ignoring it altogether. I made sure Dad had a few meals in the fridge and he seemed to complain about my food but ate it. So I knew it wasn't that bad.

"Thank you," my words soft as we drove him.

"Welcome," to seemed a bit distracted.

We rode in silence as we made it back to my place. I had chores as soon as I got out. "Thanks again," I spoke as I figured he was gonna head straight out.

"What chores do you have?" He stepped around the truck to stand in front of me.

"Feeding, watering" I shrugged. The normal for me.

"I will help." He walked past me toward the hay barn.

My brows went to my hairline. But I followed him. We again worked silently as he pushed the hay cart and I tossed the hay. "I didn't like the way he talked to you." He growled a little.

"Not much I can do. My mom left and his anger transferred to me," I kept throwing hay into the stalls as we walked.

"I get that, but it's not right." His voice was still laced with a growl.

"Not much I can do," I wince a little at his tone.

"Ahhh," The cart plops down with a thump. I feel strong hands grab me gently as he yanks me into his chest. The smell of musk more than the Irish spring. I smell it as I take a moment to sag into his arms. It's nice to feel someone else's strength.

"Whatever this needs to stay like Luca and I. Friends." I pause to push off his chest. looking up to see his honey-colored eyes darkened. I could gauge the emotion as I had never seen it.

"What if someone wanted more than friends?" He leaned back against the stall crossing his hands over his chest.

"I couldn't say," I shrugged going back to feed the last two horses.

"Why?" Marc barked back.

"No one has ever wanted more. They see the limit and stop." Picking up the hay cart to take back to the hay barn. Not even sure if he is following me. Putting the cart back, turning to go, was when I ran into a massive tattooed chest. Looking up I saw honey-colored eyes staring down intently at me. backing up I feel the hay stopping me.

"Perhaps I want more than friends?" His voice low, making my insides shake.

"You won't be here very long, no point in trying." I shrugged trying to walk around him.

"Perhaps I want to try," Marc pulled me back, as I hit the hay he caged me in with his arms His nose sliding down my neck and shoulder.

My breath coming in my pants, I can't stop licking my lips. "I think we just need distance," I whisper. No idea where my spine went.

"You ever been kissed?" His voice was rough and shakey at the same time.

"No," Answering for no reason. I knew he was talking romantic kiss. Platonic kiss among friends. Sure some of my friends from Europe had kissed my cheeks. The intense feeling of this no. Nothing. Ever.

"Can I give you, your first kiss?" His breath minty, fanning across my face. His lips mere hairs breath away.

Shifting my eyes from his chest to his eyes, I see molten honey there. My chest tightened and I was not sure why. "Yes," the word softly blurting from me.

He didn't wait, it was soft at first, I felt fire spread through my limbs. I sagged against him as his lips gently moved over mine. My hand found the hard planes of his chest. A growl at the back of his throat emerged a hand went to my butt where he pinched. I gasped, his tongue slipped in as he pulled me flush against him. Marc's tongue claiming and exploring every portion of my mouth. I let my tongue dance with his. The muscles in his arms flexing and releasing as if he was in a battle with himself.

He pulled away, quickly. "Just as perfect as I thought," he groaned. His eyes darted to me standing there, the sting and feel of his lips still on mine. My hand touching my lips with my surprised expression. "I need to go," Honey-colored eyes looked me up and down before he clenched his fists and took off at a run to his motorcycle.

I am not sure how long I stood in that hay room. This was nothing I had ever experienced. I knew about s*x, I knew how it all worked. Part of the reason I had never been kissed. I heard his bike leave. Hugging myself I closed the hay room door. I had let a man kiss me. My body was still in tremors over it. I could still feel his hands on my body and his lips on mine. The taste of him still on my tongue. My fingers tracing my lips yet trying to memorize the feel of it. That would likely be the only time I will be kissed. Marc would leave and I would never feel tempted as much as he tempted me.

In the house, I made dinner. Laying down on my bed, I could almost feel his hands still, the touch of his arms crushing me to his body the way his lips claimed my mouth with searing need. I wanted what he had, I wanted to know what it felt like. But I also knew it was not a good plan. His leaving would shatter me. Like this not knowing anything more than a kiss. That would let me not shatter completely. I had caught feeling. Holly Davis, the hot-headed girl that kept everyone at arm's length had been captured. Anything more than that kiss I would shatter. I would lose what I had built. I couldn't let that happen.