Page 127 of Stables

Sweat glistens on her brow when she lifts her chin to the ceiling.

“Dix…” She arches over me, her thighs clenching on my flanks.

“That’s it. Buck, baby.” Lodging my heels into the thick comforter, I ram my ass into the air, pistoning myself into her tight recesses until I can feel the pressure in my loins build to a boil.

Pushing my finger into the tiny muscle of her ass makes her hands seize into my abs as my name rises in a scream.

Losing myself into the contractions of her body, I spill my hot seed into her pulsing pussy.

Collapsing over me, we both twitch through the aftershocks.

“Mommy!” Paisley’s voice carries through the closed door.

Char laughs softly, then her lips press against my neck in a gentle bite before she pushes herself up. “Quite a bronc ride, daddy.”

“Keep that up, we’ll be here for another round.” My palm finds her butt in a light pat when my softening dick slides out of her.

“Maybe when we go to the garden, we can find something else to plant.” A smile plays along the edge of her mouth as she fishes her underwear off the end of the bed.

“Oh, it’s already sown. I’ll just keep fertilizing.” Wiping the slick off my mustache, I head to the bathroom to clean up while she attends to Paisley.

Char’s blue eyes widen, and she glances down at my naked crotch. “I suppose we’ll find out soon?”

“Yep. After today, everything changes.”

Her face is pale clutching the tiny white boxes on her lap.

“Do you want to do it now, or wait until morning?” My palm finds her thigh while my other turns the steering wheel of my Tundra into the driveway of her house.

There isn’t much left in it, mostly the few pieces of furniture that didn’t make sense to move.

The grain in the silo is the last important thing. Mason suggested waiting until we have the trucking lease next month and have everything hauled at the same time.

Makes sense to me.

It’s giving Char time to harvest what she wants from her garden, move the plants she wants to keep, and say goodbye to her family home.

But from what she’s shared about her upbringing, there aren’t a lot of happy memories.

My goal is to make sure that our new one overflows with them.

Turning off the truck doesn’t kill the buzzing sound I hear.

Shit, my phone.

“Hey, Blue. What’s up?” I hold up a finger to Char, then move around the hood to get her door.

I want to be there when she finds out.

“Dix, I’m sending you some pictures to see if she can identify any of these horses.” He sounds hurried.

“Let me check.” I flip him to the speaker so I can open the photos as I follow Char to the bathroom.

Fuck, I must be getting old. These are blurry as hell.

“I dunno, it’s hard to pick out any features.” Holding my screen farther doesn’t help my focus.

Waiting on her to flush, I push in as she sets one of the test sticks on the counter.

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