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“Nope. I’m doing it, and I’ll meet you in bed.” He kisses my forehead as he gets up to take care of the dishes.

As I watch him walk away, I’m not sure how to process my feelings.

I shake my head, reminding myself I need to stop comparing him to other people I’ve dated or put pressure on myself to figure it all out today.

I head to my ensuite bathroom to brush my teeth because that’s all I have the energy for. When I hear him call Penny to go outside, I smile and move Ginny from my pillow to Penny’s bed and crawl under the covers.

My mind races with the different things I need to take care of, but I’m so tired that I start to fall asleep faster than usual, and the last thing I remember is feeling the bed dip and Luke pull me close to him and kiss my neck.

Twenty-Six

Luke

Iwake up to Amelia burrowing deeper under the covers. I peek over her shoulder at the clock on her nightstand and see that I have to be up in about thirty minutes.

Over the last week, I’ve learned how much she hates alarms going off before she thinks it’s time to get up. The way she pushed me out of bed so fast without even opening her eyes is a real talent. So every other day that I’ve worked, I woke up before my alarm and silenced it.

Thinking back, this past week has been great, and I’m pretty sure I’m in love with Amelia. I’ve never lived with a woman other than my mother.

I wasn’t expecting us to flow like we’ve always lived together.

At first, she tried to push back because she has so much work to do at the farm to get it back on track, saying she didn’t think she’d have time for us. In turn, I just showed her that I’m not here to take over her time but to help her. I want to show her that she doesn’t have to do it all by herself.

We’ve come up with a decent routine along the way. If I was on shift, she’d make dinner since she normally beats me home. On my days off, I spent them helping Amelia around her farm and making sure she was eating because I’ve never met anyone who forgets to eat like she does.

I quickly learned that she will skip every meal other than dinner because that is when she finally slows down and realizes she’s hungry.

I’ve also been privileged to see firsthand how passionate she is about her farm. She truly cares about who she works with and the quality of what she’s producing for them.

What happened last week rocked her more than she’s willing to admit. Which is why our friends and I have closed ranks and are helping her where we can.

I’ve learned more about aquaponics than I ever thought I would know, and I find myself googling things daily to make sure I can help her as much as possible. She’s lucky she had the prepped empty tank to convert to strictly hydroponics while we worked on what happened with the fish in the original tank.

One of Kristen’s professors is coming to the farm to collect samples and try to get to the core of the issue.

Noah, Sam, and I dealt with the security company to get her farm and the house all set up.

She now has cameras, motion sensors, panic buttons, and door and window sensors. She says it’s too much. I told her we just want her safe.

Now, thoughts that she might not need me here now that we have everything set up crossed my mind over the last few days.

She wiggles her hips against me, and I lean down, resting my lips on the pulse point of her neck. Her scent surrounds me, and I immediately get hard. I smirk and slide down her body because there’s one way I haven’t tried to wake her up yet.

I kiss the inside of her thigh and lick her from the bottom of her slit right to the clit. I stop to see her reaction, and while she moves her hips to get closer to my mouth, she doesn’t wake up. I plant open-mouth kisses back and forth, teasing little circles around her ,clit knowing it drives her crazy.

She moans as she starts to wake up, and her hand goes to my head to hold me closer.

“Luke,” she says on a moan, “don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, sweetness,” I say as I slide a finger in.

I moan at how tight she is and suck on her clit. She moves her hips, setting the pace as I finger fuck her.

She’s practically dripping as her pussy grips my finger. I add in a second one and rub that spot I know drives her over the edge.

“Come for me, baby. You’re so close.”

Her back arches as she gets closer to the edge. I move my tongue faster back and forth on her clit, and my fingers are being pulled into her pussy as she flutters around me. She pulls my hair a little once she crests the top of her orgasm, and I slow down to prolong it.

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