Home in the Country

Copyright © 2023 by Alexandra Hale All rights reserved. Cover Design: K. Powers Editing by - Anns Happily Editing Interior Formatting - HC PA & Formatting Services No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Created with Vellum Being a hot mess doesn’t mean you’re not strong, capable, sexy and vibrant. Every season of you is beautiful. To Gram and Pa, who always made sure every kid had a grandparent on grandparent’s day. And to Jenna, who did indeed, call him first. CONTENTS Prologue 1. Fallon 2. Otto 3. Otto 4. Fallon 5. Fallon 6. Otto 7. Fallon 8. Otto 9. Fallon 10. Otto 11. Fallon 12. Fallon 13. Otto 14. Fallon 15. Otto 16. Fallon 17. Otto 18. Fallon 19. Otto 20. Otto 21. Fallon 22. Otto 23. Fallon 24. Fallon 25. Otto 26. Fallon 27. Otto 28. Fallon 29. Otto 30. Fallon 31. Fallon 32. Otto 33. Otto 34. Otto Epilogue Acknowledgments About the Author Also by Alexandra Hale PROLOGUE OTTO - SPRING BREAK FRESHMAN YEAR OF COLLEGE “Are you trying to seduce me, Ms. Jones?” “Is it working?” God, her voice is husky compared to her usual sweet sound, and I can’t do anything but take it all in. Sunlight dances over her long strawberry blonde hair, causing the red to show in the strands. “Maybe.” “Guess I’ll have to try harder…” Her voice trails off as her eyelids fall closed and she places barely there kisses down my neck. God, she doesn’t have to try at all because it’s finally happening. After months, more like years, of wooing the girl of my dreams, Fallon Jones finally agreed to hang out with me. I wanted to take her to dinner, but she said she had something else in mind. You can’t really argue when a beautiful girl wants to get you alone—we don’t even need Netflix. Our story will be one for the ages, and I can’t stop the twitch of my lips as it all plays out in my mind. Hot science nerd falls madly in love with misunderstood football jock. It’s a classic. “Why are you smiling?” she purrs, her hot little body straddling my lap as the tall grass blows gently around us. “Because I’m really happy you’re here with me.” I let my southern drawl seep into my words for effect and don’t dare move as her eyes drop to my mouth. “Why are you smiling?” “Because you have very nice lips.” “Thank you.” I’m smiling too when she looks up. Her honey-colored gaze locks with mine for only a second before she’s slanting her mouth over mine. Fucking heaven. I leave my hands braced behind me on the blanket as she kisses me at a maddeningly slow pace. Her tongue is hot and playful against mine. Teasing. Tasting. It’s the slowest exploration, and I can’t get enough, but I’m trying to let her set the pace. I need her to set the pace. Out of the two of us, only one of us is a virgin—and it isn’t her. “Hey Otto?” “Hmm?” My eyes are still closed, her breath hot on my skin. “I’m not wearing any panties.” Two things happen simultaneously. The first is that my dick tries to punch through my jeans to the heaven straddled over me. The second is that no amount of deep breathing is going to help control the lust and desire coursing through me. Fallon knows it too. Her fingers tease the top button of my shirt. “I want to wear this as I ride you.” Holy fucking shit. “Anything you want, Princess.” “Princess?” “I think it fits…” My breath catches as her hands trail down my body, deftly flicking open the buttons until my shirt is splayed open. Fallon licks her lips as her gaze sweeps over my pecs and down to my abs. Her fingers follow the same path, and my muscles twitch and flex under her not-so-innocent perusal. I’d planned to go slow, keep myself in check, but I’m only a guy, and my control is not as impressive as I portray it to be. Also, this is not the same girl that I’d shared a lab bench with. No, the woman seducing the fuck out of me is a damn vixen in a red cotton sundress. Sitting up, Fallon’s hands slide up my chest and over my shoulders. She pushes the fabric off me as she goes, and my heart pounds in my chest. Together, we work my shirt off, and she discards it next to her on the blanket. “Thought you wanted that?” I groan and then tilt my head as she kisses across my shoulder and nips at the nape of my neck with her teeth. The sting makes my body hum with desire. She’s wound me up tight in a matter of minutes, and we are still almost fully clothed. “Later.” The wetness of her tongue under my jaw sends a shiver down my spine and I gasp. This is the most exquisite torture I’ve ever experienced. Fallon’s hips rock ever so gently against me, and she sighs into my ear while her nails dig into my shoulders. My arms wrap around her back and pull her flush to me. “Fallon,” I rasp into the space between us. “Please, baby.” “Do you want me, Otto?” The question is innocent—flirty—but the gleam in her eyes is anything but. “God, yes.” My arms shake the slightest bit, and I dig my fingers into her waist to steady myself. If she wants to run this show, I’m absolutely going to let her. Releasing her grip on me, she bites her lip as she reaches up and pulls the tie loose from around her neck. My heart stops. Just dead right there in my chest. I’ve heard talk about