Falling for Bentley (Part One) by Shawnte Borris

either.”
    “BENTLEY!”
    Having her scream while hitting me was the funniest thing I have been a part of in a long time.
    “Haley, that was the fucking funniest shit I ever saw, and here I thought Travis was gullible.” I gasped out, bending over trying to catch my breath.
    “I can’t fucking believe you did that to me, Bentley. I’m so pissed off at you right now.”
    “Oh come on, I was joking. My dad did that to my mom once.” Haley crossed her arms and huffed. “Okay, I’m sorry.”
    “Not funny,” she growled.
    “Should I tell you now that my mom didn’t find it funny, either, when my dad did it to her, but it’s one of my dad’s favorite stories to tell us kids.” That seemed to cool Haley down a little.
    “Can we just finish this?” Haley stomped over back to the bull and grabbed the cup.
    “Sure,” I replied, still trying hard not to laugh.
    “Asshole,” she mumbled under her breath.
     
     
    “NOW THAT I have what we need, I’m going to let him back in the corrals and then we can clean up and drop this off at the vet.”
    “Sure,” Haley mumbled while taking off her gloves.
    I wrapped my arm around her waist and dropped my head onto her shoulder, “You still mad at me?” I started kissing down her neck and nibbled on her collarbone.
    “Yes.”
    I continued kissing and nibbling. She let out a soft moan as she tilted her head to the side, giving me better access. “How about now?”
    “I’m still thinking.”
    I stepped out of her reach and walked over to let the bull out, “While you keep on thinking, I’m going to let the bull out.” I looked back and smiled, and when I got one in return, I knew all was forgiven.
     
     
    AFTER WE RETURNED from the vet, I gave Haley the full tour, stopping along the way to make out a little. Once the tour was over, I brought her into my room and lay her on my bed. I took off my t-shirt before I climbed on top of her.
    I pushed her tank top up to kiss her belly, but she kept putting her hands in the way. “Bentley, please don’t.”
    I kissed her fingers and slowly pried her hands away. “You’re —kiss— beautiful —kiss— Haley. Every —kiss— inch —kiss— of —kiss— your body.” I slid her tank top up even more before I tangled my fingers with hers and lifted her arms above her head.
    I shifted Haley’s hands so I was holding them with one hand, and pulled her tank top over her breasts with the other. I slipped one breast out of her bra before I sucked on her nipple. I could feel myself getting harder and harder as Haley wiggled underneath me. I let a moan out, knowing this was turning her on more and more.
    She fought against my upper hand, trying to get her arms free. Letting go of her hands they went straight into my hair and brought me forward into a deep kiss. I ripped her tank top off of her before undoing her bra and letting her gorgeous tits free. I cupped both of them as she let out a moan.
    Tweaking and sucking on her breasts made her moan louder as her hips moved involuntarily into my hard on, the sensations killing me with every thrust. Haley ran her hands down my back and ran her nails back up, sending shivers down my spine. “God, Hales, you feel so good,” I whispered in her neck before kissing it some more.
    I lifted up a little and moved my hands down to undo her jeans, so I could slide my hand into her pants, praying she was wearing a lacy thong.
    “Bentley, stop.”
    I stopped my hands on the top of her jeans and started shifting myself off her. “I’m sorry …”
    She cupped my face, cutting me off, “No, not that, someone’s here.” I lifted my head to hear what she was hearing.
    “Travis, sometimes you are such an ass!” we could hear Whitney yell .
    “I am not. That guy was totally flirting with you, and you let him,” my brother reacted back .
    “I was not, I was being nice.”
    “Whitney, don’t be dumb. He was trying to pick you up right in front of me!”
    I looked down at Haley as she