Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 99583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Oh god, just like that,” I groaned, reveling in the roughness of his hand and the tight clasp of his big fingers.
He nipped at my neck, my collarbone, my shoulder. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he growled against my shoulder. “I want to be inside you.”
I nodded. “Yes, oh yes, please.”
He pushed up on an arm, the delicious weight of him lifting from my chest for a moment. He gazed down at me, his eyes hot and hungry. “But if I was going to do that, I’d want to take my time. And you have chores to do, McQueen.”
“You’re the worst.” I sucked in a breath when he tightened his fist around the two of us.
He swiped a thumb across the head of my cock. I shuddered, making a sound low in my throat.
He chuckled, the sound deep and gravelly. “You sure I’m not the best?
My muscles twitched, my balls drawn tight with the need to come. I was so close, so close. “You are absolutely the best,” I gasped. “Hands down,” I added. “And up and down and up and—”
Then my words turned into burbles as he reached around to my ass, stroking a finger against my hole. “Jesus fuck!” I cried, arching off the bed with the force of my orgasm.
In two strokes, he followed, his cum warm and sticky as it mixed with mine. We lay together, panting. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come, you know that?”
I pushed myself up and stretched before shooting him a wink. “I happen to think I’m beautiful all the time.”
The sound of his laughter followed me into the bathroom. We showered quickly before making our way to breakfast. Everyone else was already there and tucked into plates filled with food.
If it hadn’t been clear before that we were sleeping together, it was pretty damn obvious now that we were both arriving at the table at the same time, from the same direction, both with wet hair.
The goofy grin on my face probably gave it away as well.
I sat, somewhat worried that it might be awkward now that it was so obvious what was going on between Boone and me. But if I’d been expecting judgment or censure, that’s not what I found.
Mercy gave Boone one look and said, “You look chipper this morning, boss.”
He gave them a large grin. “Sure am,” he said, sending a wink my way.
And that was pretty much that. Breakfast continued as usual, with talk of the day and what tasks were on the agenda. I spent most of the morning with Mercy again, working on fence repairs. In the afternoon, I worked on data entry, transferring data from the old spreadsheet into the app with Boone’s approval.
Dinner was beef, as usual, and after dinner, I enjoyed a very different type of meat.
In the week that followed, it was easy for our days to fall into a kind of rhythm like this. Because it was calving season and because Boone was short-staffed, it was all hands on deck, which meant no days off and no leisurely mornings in bed.
It was tough work, with long hours, and I fell into bed at night exhausted… but not too tired to enjoy time with Boone. Some nights, if we hadn’t seen each other all day, we fucked fast and desperate, needing the feel of each other. Some nights, we were more deliberate, discovering what made the other gasp and moan. But every single night ended with us curled around each other, our heads side by side on Boone’s pillows.
Before Boone, I’d never really been much of a fan of snuggling. I liked my space, and I liked being able to spread my legs out at night without worrying about kicking anyone else. But Boone and I fit in a way I’d never experienced before. When I kicked my leg out at night, he shifted to accommodate me, allowing my foot to slide under his knee.
Waking up to his mouth around my cock wasn’t too bad either.
What surprised me was just how natural it felt, being with him, whether we were in bed or not. Obviously I looked forward to the moments Boone would pull me into an empty stall to suck me off, but it was a shock to realize that I liked it just as much when he’d steal me away for an afternoon to show me how to pull a calf or bottle-feed a newborn.
We never talked about our relationship status or what our time together meant. We certainly never talked about the future. It was as if we both realized there would be no answers to the kinds of questions those discussions would raise, and talking about it would only serve to complicate matters.
It was enough that we were both here, enjoying each other for now. There was no need to go borrowing trouble by fretting about what all of this meant or where it was going.