Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Oh, I’m sorry. He’s gone now?”
“Yes, ma’am. He was getting on in years and the place had fallen into terrible disrepair.” I emerge from the cornstalks and my house comes into view up ahead, the barn and livestock pens lying in the distance. “I was discharged from the Army five years ago and I’ve been restoring it ever since.”
I can feel her looking up at me and wish like hell I’d cleaned up before leaving the house to investigate the vehicle parked on the road. “All by yourself?”
“Yes. All by myself.”
“That has to be a ton of work, Dusty.”
Every single one of my muscles flexes when she says my name. I get hot everywhere. “It is a lot of work, Bianca. But someday I’ll have sons to help me tend the land.”
“Hasn’t anyone had the birds and the bees talk with you?” She pats me sympathetically on the shoulder. “You need a woman first.”
The image of this girl pregnant with my son causes me to breathe harder. “I haven’t had time to go find one yet. There has been too much work to be done. I couldn’t bring a woman home to a broken-down farm.”
A beat of silence passes. “And now that it is back up and running? Will you go find one?”
“Well.” We stop outside the side door of my house. I can hear Mildred pecking at the floor inside. This conversation is getting very personal…and now we’re veering into embarrassing territory. What does it matter, though, if I tell this girl my secrets? It isn’t as though I have a hope in hell of making her mine. She is fit for a king, and I am merely a farmer. “I don’t have the kind of skills a man might need to court a woman.”
I kick open my door, sending Mildred squawking to the other side of my kitchen.
I carry Bianca over the threshold, firmly ignoring the sense of triumph. The sense of possessiveness. But she has only come for one night, so she won’t freeze to death. I am not bringing home a bride. There is not enough good fortune in the world to grant me such a treasure.
Reluctantly, I set her down in her weird shoes, a groan building in my chest when I see her in the lamp light of my kitchen. God almighty, she glows. And her eyes are a light, foggy green, her flesh so appetizing, my hands curl into fists. I need to get out to the barn. Soon.
“What does that mean?” She quirks a blonde brow. “You don’t have the skills to court a woman? You mean…flirting?”
“No. I mean…I’ve never lain with one before. I own a farm, so I know the mechanics of sex. Mating. But I…” My face is red hot. I can’t believe I’m saying any of this out loud, especially to this incredible girl. “Well, after I fixed up the farm, my plan was to drive into town and find a woman to practice with. So when it came time to bed my wife, I’d do it right.”
Why are her titties rising and falling so fast in that leather contraption?
A man could die happy sucking on them, but I can’t possibly be that man.
Was she sent here to drive me stark raving mad?
“I…I see,” she whispers. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I…I h-haven’t…either.”
My dick releases a spurt of moisture down the legs of my overalls. Son of a gun, the dam is about to burst. This pretty, little angel is a virgin. “Sorry, ma’am,” I choke out. “I’m needed out in the barn.”
“Wait!”
She looks around my kitchen, wringing her hands. “Where…where should I sleep?”
“Take my bed,” I say, trying to sound normal and failing. “Down the hallway to the right. I’ll bunk down in the barn.”
“It’s cold out there.”
“I’m a hearty man, Bianca.”
“But…you’re just going to split? Leave me in this unfamiliar house with the chicken?”
“Bianca, please. You are wreaking havoc on my body. I have to relieve myself.”
She snaps her mouth shut. “You’re going out to the barn to…to…”
“Let out the pain. Yes. I can’t wait much longer.” It’s not a gentlemanly thing to do, but I can’t go another second without gripping my cock through the denim of my overalls, rubbing my hard flesh roughly, hissing through my teeth. “You have stirred me up but good, darlin’. I don’t want to offend you with what I’m about to do. It wouldn’t be right.”
Pink spots stain her cheeks as she watches the crude actions of my hand. The furious, frustrated stroking of a big, ugly man who has encountered a ripe, young women with barely any clothes to speak of. “This is your house, Dusty,” she whispers. “You shouldn’t have to leave.”
“Please, I don’t have much time,” I pant.
“It’s me doing that to you?”
“Oh, darlin’.” My laugh is pained, deep. “You do this to every man. Maybe you just don’t witness the consequences.”