Don't Tell Me

"Excuse me, but I was told that a beautiful girl works here. She's usually wearing an old, beat up, camo hat and can pull it off better than I ever could. I think she normally can be found singing Dierks Bentley or Chuck Wicks." I turned around from the pallet of feed I was using to restock to see Matt leaning on the shelf.
"I think you may need to get your eyes checked, pretty boy." I laughed. The only part of his whole speel that was true, was the part about me singing.
"Nope, I can see just fine."
"What are you doing here?"
"I was bored and wanted to see you.. I mainly wanted to see you though." I bit my lip and looked down at the floor.
"Aww, that's so sweet. I get off in ten minutes, why don't we go do something?"
"Sounds perfect. I'll be out in my truck." He kissed my cheek and left me to finish my shift. Fifteen minutes I was walking out the door and to my truck.
I raced home, hoping Matt could keep up. I wasn't sure what we were doing, so I grabbed a bag of clothes and an apple.
"Where you going?" My dad yelled from the living room. He and Jared were watching some hunting show. I love hunting and all, but these shows were so boring.
"Somewhere with Matt." I walked in the room a few feet. "Wait. Is that Chuck Wicks?"
"Keep your pants on, Maggie. I'm recording it for you." I'm so glad my brother is always looking out for me.
"Use a condom."
"Dad." I whined. "I have a boyfriend.
"Just words of advice, Maggie."
"Thank you, father dearest. I'm glad you have that advice, even though mom reminds me every time I tell her I'm hanging out with a boy." I walked over to Matt's vehicle and threw my bag in the back seat. "Drive over to the barn."
I went back into the garage and grabbed all the blankets and pillows from Jared's truck and gave them to Matt before going to grab the mattress that we always used for the drive in.
"So, what are we doing tonight?" I asked as I mess with his stereo, trying to find one that I liked. I finally just left it on Justin Moore's latest single.
"I think you already decided for us," he smiled and took my hand in his.
"You should know that I haven't broken up with Aaron yet."
"But you're going to, right?" He looked at me with questioning eyes.
"Yeah, but neither of us have had time to meet up since I got back from Denver." I hoped he didn't see through my lie. I actually saw Aaron a few times. And it was great. He's been all loving and caring and wonderful lately. It was extremely suspicious, but I didn't really care. I was enjoying it. Especially since it was all about me.
"I'm sorry for pushing it I just-"
"Matt, don't worry about it. I understand. As soon as we get the time, I'll break up with him. I want this as much or probably more than you do, Matt." I reassured him. It was going to happen, I just wasn't sure when.
He drove for a while, getting away from the light pollution. "I love this song. Thomas Rhett is amazing!" I turned it up and started singing along as loud as I possibly could. "Windows down, country sound, FM on the radio."
"Just me and you and the man on the moon, cruisin' down some old back road." Matt joined me. Who would have thought that some important hockey player would love country music every bit as much as I did?
I looked over at him and tried to bite back a smile. "Now baby don't you look at me that way, 'cause you know there's only so much I can take 'cause you make me want to pull this truck to the side of the road. Slide on over let me hold you close and tell you everything I'm thinking."
He parked out in a field and grabbed the blankets. I hopped in the bed of the truck and started laying them down. We laid on the mattress, looking at the sky. It wouldn't be dark for a few hours, but it didn't really matter.
"So, what's your favorite Dierks Bentley song?" He asked.
"Sweet and Wild. By far. But Pretty Girls and Hurt Somebody are close seconds."
"I know a pretty girl that likes to drink tall boys."
"Drink? I put those things away like they're water. It's really a horrible habit." I laughed, I needed to cut down on the drinking a little bit, but it was summer. I'd slow down until I actually had to deal with something other than work and the ranch.
"Well, I do have two really good tickets to his concert at Red Rocks." He casually mentioned, "And I want you to come with me."
"What? Are you serious?" I turned to look at him.
"Yeah, I am."
"Yeah, of course I'll go with you."
He smiled, "What was it like growing up on the ranch?"
"Lots and lots of hard work. I was almost always late for high school because I would help Jared feed in the mornings and we lived almost 40 minutes from the actual school. Or I'd fall asleep in class because we were up late pulling a calf."
"What's that mean?"
"Pulling a calf out of it's mother when it's stuck." I turned my head just in time to see him cringe, making me laugh. "I come home on the weekends during calving season, even skip class sometimes."
"Your professors let you do that?" I turned to my side, propping my head up on my arm.
"I'm an agricultural business major. My professors usually understand what it's like to have to deal with calving. I don't ask to change test dates or anything, just skip the occasional class."
We starred at each other for a while, just smiling. Every bit of this night was perfect. "So what are you thinking about?"
"You wanna know everything?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Everything."
I rolled to my back, because the stars were starting to appear. He moved closer to me and eventually ended up in a pushup position above me. "I'm thinking about how I want to do this," He dipped his head down, kissing my forehead, "And this." My cheek. "This too." My neck. "But most of all this." He looked me in the eyes before our lips collided.
There was something so wrong about this.
"Matt, wait." I pushed him up, "I don't cheat and I don't want to think that I'm going to-"
He cut me off, kissing me again. "You wouldn't cheat if he didn't cheat, right?"
"Right."
"Then we have nothing to worry about, Maggie." He started sucking on my neck, lightly biting every once in a while.
He made his way back to my lips, slowly licking his way into my mouth. I let out a low moan and started running my fingers through his hair. Matt's hand started up my shirt and I didn't stop him. Things were heating up pretty fast and the next thing I knew, we were both shirtless in the back of his truck.
I admired his body, running my hands over his toned abs while he took a drink of my water. He went back to suckling on my neck as I fumbled with his belt, unbottoning his shorts. He started moving his lips down my body, unbuttoning my jeans. I lifted up my hips so he could pull them off.
It seemed like this was going slower than necessary. He started teasing me and smirking. He knew what he was doing. As much as I wanted to scream, tell him to just get on with it, I stopped myself. I let him go as slow as he wanted and I was glad I did. Because when we connected, it was unbelievable. I let out moans, tangling my fingers in his hair.
I arched my back as waves of pleasure rolled through me, "Oh my." I managed to spit out. He pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me. The two of us fell asleep in the bed of his truck and this night truly was perfect.
I didn't want Matt to leave the next morning, but he had to go work with his teammates. It took us at least fifteen minutes to say goodbye and I could see Jared look out his bedroom window.
"I'll call you later, Maggie." He kissed the top of my head and climbed back in his truck.
"Bye pretty boy!" I waved as he drove off.
I walked inside, meeting my dad in the hallway. "Jesus, did Matt not eat last night?" He lifted my hair from my shoulder, revealing the many bruises from last night. There were many more that he could luckily not see.
"Oh I'm sure he ate." Jared mumbled as he walked by and I slapped the back of his head.
"Did you use a condom?" My father turned back towards me.
"Oh God. Dad!" I walked towards my room, hoping to avoid this conversation.
"I'm far too young and far too attractive to be considered a grandfather! Oh and I'm making pancakes."
"Maybe you should make sure that Jared's using them too!"
"He does, you aren't the only one that gets the talk!" Jared yelled from the kitchen. I laughed at how uncomfortable this whole thing was.
I changed into some different clothes and threw my hair in a bun. I would have hidden the hickeys, but it was useless now that they both knew about them.
"So, how's your boyfriend?" Jared asked as he shoved half a pancake in his mouth.
"Fuck." I had completely forgot that I was going to watch a movie with him today.
"Margaret."
"Sorry dad." I mumbled, taking a bite of my sausage. "I'm a horrible person, I know. There's no need to tell me."
"Nah. You're fine. I saw him making out with that girl last night." My twin casually dropped that information.
I sighed, "Good to know."
"You love Matt, don't even deny it." My father said. I paused, thinking about it for a while.
"You paused. It's true." Jared noted. Normally, I wouldn't be in the mood to be ganged up on by my brother and father, but I was still happy from last night. I just wasn't looking forward to having to hide my hickeys from Aaron.
Then he showed up at my house with a hoodie and I knew he was doing the exact same thing I was last night, only mine had a lot more feelings behind it.

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