For Kni. I hope your birthday is as amazing as you are! I love you!

Thanks going out to the Curls girls for their support and to Missy especially for fixing my tense errors…but this is unbeta'd folks!

The sun is beating down, it is so hot, at least a hundred. The sweat is pouring down the back of my neck, wetting my shirt, and collecting on my forehead. I lift my shirt up, using to it wipe the sweat from my forehead before it can drip into my eyes. That shit stings. Man, it's too hot to be working outside today.

I'd been hoping for rain, but though there were clouds collecting in the distance and I could hear the distant rumble of thunder, the weather man said it would be a few hours still. Fuck me for being a good neighbour. It's not like Mr. S can't afford to hire someone to do this for him.

I grab another bale of hay, lifting it over my head, feeling the strain in already too tired muscles, and heave it into the truck bed.

I just want to be home in my air conditioned house, playing my guitar and drinking beer. Aren't there laws against this type of manual labour in the heat? Then again, I did volunteer.

I can hear my brother now, calling me a pussy and telling me to get over myself. It's all well and good for him, he is a doctor. You don't get anymore cushy than that. Often, I wonder why I've always wanted to work on a farm so damn bad. Especially on days like today.

A noise from inside the barn alerts me to the fact that I am no longer alone. A glance through the barn window reveals Isabella, Mr. S's daughter. Man, she is one fine piece. A look but don't touch piece though, if I know what's good for me. I need to finish this job and then take myself back down to my place. I still have work to do at my own place before I can crack that beer.

I pull my eyes from the sight of Isabella in her cutoff shorts and tiny tank, and grab another hay bale, lift it over my head and toss it in the truck bed. It's a really good thing I only have to drive the stuff over to the Clearwater's and don't have to unload. He can get his pack of kids to do the hard work on that end. I wonder if Sue will give me some of her famous peach pie while I wait for them to finish. Best pie in three counties.

I notice that the bales of hay are getting close to the edge of the tailgate so I hoist myself up to shift the load back. I pull the bales back and stack them, hoping that I have enough rope to tie them down, there are a lot more than I expected. I once again raise my shirt to wipe my brow, the hot sun blazing heat against my skin.

Load shifted, I jump back down out of the truck bed to load the last couple of bales. Standing to my full height, I notice Isabella standing in the open barn door beside the bales of hay.

I tip my hat and greet her silently and go back to work. That girl is trouble with a capital T. Standing there, trying to play innocent, with her tiny shorts, tiny top and no bra, she is holding a glass of iced tea, condensation dripping down the glass. I can see her out of the corner of my eye dragging that glass along the smooth column of her neck, beads of water dripping from the glass between her breasts. Like I said, trouble.

I turn away from her, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of getting to me, and shift my erection in my jeans. She is the devil disguised as an angel and I want to be a sinner so bad. That girl knows exactly what she does to me, too. She's been trying to get my attention for years, and I long to be able to give it to her. She has her whole life ahead of her though. College in the fall, a chance to spread her wings and fly. Despite the attraction I feel for this girl I won't give in, I won't tie her here, to this town, to me.

I clear another few hay bales before I realise she's still standing in her spot by the door. I don't want to be rude and ignore her, so after I shift the load again I jump down and walk over to her.

"Hello, Isabella."

"Mr. Masen." She smirks, knowing I hate when she calls me that.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Edward?"

She fingers the collar of my sweaty shirt. "About as many as I've told you to call me Bella." She looks up at me from under her eyelashes and all I can picture is grabbing her and kissing the life out of her. The slight smile on her face shows me that she knows too.

I clear my throat and step back from her.

"How's your father doing today?"

She frowns slightly. "A little better. Your brother was out to see him earlier. Told him he'd have to be off his leg for at least another week."

My hand stretches toward her, I rub my thumb in the furrow of her brow to straighten it. Pretty girls should not look so troubled. "I heard him all the way down here," I tell her adding, "He'll be okay, Bella."

She gives me a slight smile. "So long as he stays off it. Listen, I know he acted put out when you offered to do this for him, but I know he appreciates it. So do I."

She looks up at me from beneath her lashes again, and I can't resist touching some other part of her. My hand meets the soft skin of her cheek. I tilt her head up so she's looking at me fully. "I'll do anything to help him get better, Bella. You don't have to worry about that."

The smile on her face widens and I can't stop my thumb from tracing her bottom lip. Her breath hitches in her throat, and I close my eyes and take a deep breath, pulling my hand away quickly. "Well I best be getting back to this. I still have to take it to the Clearwater's and do stuff around my place before the rain hits."

I pretend I don't see the sadness in her eyes as she sighs and says a quiet 'goodbye' before handing me the glass of iced tea and running back toward the house. That girl is going to be the death of me.


I get the load to Clearwater's and much to my delight, not only does Harry make the kids unload the truck bed, but Sue gives me a piece of peach pie. As I'm eating it my mind keeps flicking back to my earlier interaction with Isabella. The look of her breasts underneath her tiny, tight tank, ripe like peaches. I choke on my pie a little. Sue hands me a glass of milk and I chug it down, thanking her.

"How's Charlie doing, Edward?" Harry asks.

I snort. "As well as could be expected I suppose. He doesn't want to rely on others, but Emmett told him he has to stay off the leg for at least a couple more weeks."

Harry laughs loudly. "I bet that put him in a right state."

I smile back, it did. I could hear him yelling all the way down to the barn. They ask after Isabella and I tell them how Charlie glowed when he said she'd been accepted to the college she wanted, on full scholarship too. I'm proud of her myself, not that I said anything, of course. That would make me look weird. Charlie already looks at me in a way that let's me know that he knows I feel something for his girl, but neither of us acknowledge it.

Harry and Sue's boys come into the kitchen and pronounce their work done, so I say my goodbyes before heading home.


I'm just finishing up the last of my chores, the thundering rumbling, louder now, closer. I can feel the chill picking up in the air, and I know this storm is going to be a doozy. I hear the gravel of my driveway crunch and look up in confusion, seeing Charlie's pickup bouncing down my driveway. I use my shirt to clear the sweat off my brow. Again.

The truck stops and I can see Bella behind the wheel. I'm a little confused when she doesn't get out of the truck but instead puts her head down on her hands. I decide to give her some time. I mean she came for a reason, surely she'll come out eventually and share it. Right? Women are strange creatures.

I gather up my extra tools and head over to the barn putting them inside. I hear a noise behind me and turn to see Bella, standing in the barn door, still wearing those cursed short shorts and tiny tank. The sky behind her is dark as night, lightning flashing and I don't know what I did, and she looks pissed as hell.

"Bella?" I question.

"Why don't you want me?" she blurts out.

I'm stuck, stunned. She thinks I don't want her. Has she not been paying attention for the last six months? I can finally really see her for the grown woman she's become, doesn't she know? Of course I want her, the silly infuriating girl.

I growl, frustrated. "Of course I want you. But wanting you and having you are two different things."

She looks perplexed.

I stalk toward her. "I've wanted you since I moved to this town."

Her breath catches in her throat and she looks up at me. I've managed to back her up against the wall beside the open barn door. Lightning streaks the sky again and the rumble of thunder shakes the barn.

I place my hands on either side of her head, caging her in. "But you've always known that, haven't you, Bella? Always flirting with me, making sure to rub up against me whenever possible. Making sure I heard all about your romp with Mickie Newton. You were trying to make me jealous, weren't you?"

Her breathing is coming in pants now, pressing her breasts against my chest with each inhalation. I can feel her nipples through her shirt and I want to feel them in my palm. I place my hand on her chest, just above her left breast so I can feel her racing heart; its frantic beat matches my own.

"Answer me!" I demand.


I laugh, but it's tinged with bitterness. "I knew what you were up to, that day on the phone with your little friend Alice. Bragging about how good he made you feel. Then I had to listen to him brag about it in the bar. Did you never wonder why he had that black eye?"

Her gasp tells me that she did in fact wonder, but I just confirmed her suspicions.

"What did you want me to do, Bella? Did you want me to beat the shit out of him? Did you want me to come to you and demand that you be mine? Oh, believe me, I want to do both, but I can't."

Her face shows hurt as she asks, "Why?"

"Because you're meant for bigger and better things then this town, Bella. You're meant for better than me. A man ten years older than you." I shake my head. "You deserve more."

"But I don't want more!" she shouts, gripping my shirt in her fist. "I just want you!"

Lightning cracks, thunder rolls, the rain comes down and I lose my resolve.

As fast as the lightning streaking the sky my lips meet hers in a bruising kiss. I nip at her bottom lip, swipe my tongue along the seam and when she opens her mouth, our tongues clash. Our hands are gripping, grabbing and pulling. I can't get enough of this girl's taste and I moan in appreciation.

Her leg lifts to wrap around my waist and I grind myself into her. She's tugging on my shirt and I stop kissing her long enough to drag it up over my head. Her fingers find the ink on my chest and trace it with soft fingers. I lean in and kiss her again, slower this time, savouring this moment. If it's the only one I'm going to get then I don't want it over too soon.

My hands find the hem of her tank and I lift it slowly, revealing the soft, flat skin of her abdomen. I raise the shirt above her breasts and look down to see them for the first time. I'm not sure if my gaze is making her uncomfortable. I can't find it in me in this moment to care. I finish taking her tank off and cup her breasts in my hands, rubbing her nipples before dipping down to take one in my mouth.

Our position is awkward, I'm taller than she is, so I hook my arms under her thighs and lift her so her breasts are even with my mouth. I can feel her heat against my stomach. Damn, it's driving me insane. I suck a nipple in my mouth and free one of my hands to grip the other.

She moans my name and grinds herself against my stomach. I pull her down so she's directly over my cock and kiss her again, tongue pushing into her mouth to the same rhythm as my hips pushing against hers. She starts bucking against me and God if I want to get this girl off something fierce.

I may not be as young as I used to be, but years of farming have made me pretty strong and I let go of her legs to play with her tits. Kneading and squeezing, pulling on her nipples. Her moans are coming faster and her hips are steadily grinding and fuck me I will lose my shit if I come in my jeans and not inside her, so I reluctantly put my hands on her hips to stop her movements. She whines in protest.

I kiss her once again, softly, tongues dancing and then lace our fingers and pull her off the wall. I lead her over to the hay bales, broken open and scattered on the floor. Grabbing one of the old picnic blankets we keep in the barn, I lay it over top.

I turn to her and undo the button of her maddeningly short shorts, just as I suspected she isn't wearing any underwear. I cock my brow at her and she giggles. I push the shorts down her legs, kneeling in front of her. I lift her leg to untangle her shorts but instead of putting her foot down on the ground I drape her leg over my shoulder and lean in.

Smelling her for the first time, it's like I've died and gone to Heaven. I lick at her slit and she grips my hair. I can't help but feast on her like I'm a starving man, and I am starving. Starving for all she has to give me. She tastes better than Sue's peach pie, and I moan my appreciation against her tender flesh. I trail my fingers up the inside of her thigh and push them inside, first one, then two. She's so fucking tight, and hot, and wet and I want to be inside her but I want to get her off first.

It doesn't take long before she's clenching around my fingers and I raise my eyes to look up that the glory that is her face in pure rapture. The sounds of the storm outside have nothing on her cries echoing through the barn. She's that loud.

I bring her down slowly, and remove my fingers. I stand up again, and cupping her face I kiss her again. She brings her hands to the buckle of my belt, slipping it through and undoing the buttons on my jeans. It's her turn to cock her brow as she realises that I too, am not wearing underwear. She giggles again, but stops abruptly as she takes me in her hand for the first time.

I have to think of a myriad of things to stop myself from coming at her first touch. I feel like a virgin all over again with this girl. She pumps me slowly, not even able to fit her hand right around me and the sight is so sexy, it feels so good I have to stop her.

She looks so disappointed and I have to kiss the pout from her lips. I remove her hand from my cock and motion for her to lay down on the blanket. Once she's settled and I can see that she's ready for me, I pull a condom from my wallet, tear the package and roll it on.

I get down on my knees between her spread legs and give her one last out. "Are you sure, Bella? We can stop."

She frantically shakes her head no. "I want this, Edward. I want you."

I settle myself down over her, and gripping my cock place it at her entrance. I kiss her as I push inside and we both gasp at the feeling. I give her a second to get used to me before pulling out slowly and pushing back in. Her head falls back and she moans, her hands coming down to grip my ass.

We find a rhythm that suits us both and we're panting and mumbling incoherently, both telling each other 'how good it feels' and 'yes, there, more, harder'. I can feel her walls fluttering and I grunt into her mouth, my eyes rolling back in my head.

And as lightning streaks the sky and thunder rumbles we call our completion to the air; voices echoing around the empty barn.


We both doze off, and wake to the sound of a phone ringing. I can feel Bella moving and grabbing her shorts. She pulls the phone from her pocket and answers. It's Charlie calling to see if she's okay, he was worried about her being out in the storm.

"I'm fine, Dad," She tells him, looking and me and smirking a sexy smirk. "Edward took care of me."

I stifle my laugh into my arm. Oh, I took care of her all right.