Page 37 of Property of Indiana

I typically don’t drink that much because of Elodie, unless the occasion calls for a glass of wine, and I love that he instinctively realizes that fact. He carries them over to the table, then comes back and grabs the gravy boat, the softened butter, and the rolls and puts them in the center, while I cut the meat and parcel out the vegetables and potatoes.

“Is that enough or do you want more?” I ask.

“If I’m still hungry after consuming all of this, I know where the kitchen is,” he answers, winking at me.

“I have a chocolate cake for dessert,” I tell him.

“You’re dessert, the cake can be a snack later on between rounds,” he replies, smirking at me as I blush at his words.

Or maybe it's his aphrodisiac tone, which has dropped into a seductive husky timbre. Either way, a sudden desire washesthrough me as my core dampens. Considering that I’ve never really felt that, it momentarily catches me off guard.

While I’m sitting here panting over his words, he stands from the table and lifts me up. He slams his lips on mine as he carries me to the bedroom. I’m confused because there’s a perfectly good couch in the living room with the picture perfect scene set up for our first time, when I voice that to him he snorts.

“Not taking you on the couch for our first time, Zoe. That can come later.”

“Okay,” I whisper, liking this side of him. Thankfully, I changed the bedding earlier today so the sheets are clean and have that fresh, crisp smell that comes from removing them from the dryer.

He doesn’t toss me on the bed like a caveman which surprises me. He exceeds all of my expectations when he places his knees on the mattress and crawls to the middle where he gently lays me on my back. “You’re wearing too many clothes, beautiful.”

“Then I guess you better get on that,” I sass, feeling bold as I smile up at him.

It doesn’t take him any time to have me completely bare and while he stripped off his boots, socks, shirt, and jeans, he’s still got his boxers on, although they’re definitely showing off his impressive bulge. Not that I haven’t noticed before, because his jeans are always molded to his thick, muscular thighs, so his dick is pretty much always on display.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur as my gaze roams his broad chest, his muscular arms, and his trim waist. I already know I could bounce a quarter off his ass because I’ve tried a few times when we were younger. We might’ve never gone all the way, but therewere a few stolen kisses, and one night when I mentioned it, he gave me a quarter and dared me to try.

“Men aren’t beautiful, Zoe. They’re buff or manly, but beautiful shouldn’t be used,” he replies.

“You are, though, Harrison. Not just with your looks, but how you treat those you care about. Now, can you kiss me so I can see what all the fuss is really about? Doing it myself is all I know outside of that which shall not be discussed while we’re in bed together, that is, so show me, Harrison.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-ONE

INDIANA

Her gravelly,sex riddled voice has my dick standing like a steel rod from the root of my cock. I can’t wait to get my mouth on her flesh, mapping out her skin with my tongue. Lowering myself over her, I drag my tongue from the nape of her neck, down her collar bone, and land on her erect nipple where I suck the bud into my mouth and lave it with my flattened tongue.

“Oh, my God,” Zoey moans as she reaches for my head, then tugs on my hair. The slight pierce of pain I feel only amps up my own desire as I strive to have her drowning in passion.

“Feel good, baby?” I ask. I’m using her physical cues, but because of her past, I will be asking as well to make sure I’m not doing anything to make her uncomfortable.

“Hell yes,” she stammers out, her hips undulating on the bed.

I’m currently between her splayed thighs and can feel her arousal coating my stomach, so I know she’s turned on. Still, I’llkeep my finger on her pulse so to speak. Right now, it’s beating rapidly in her throat.

“Want more?” I tease, moving my way over to the other breast so I can give that nipple the same attention.

“Harrison, stop fucking around!” she exclaims, smacking my shoulder.

I chuckle as I move down her beautiful, voluptuous body. She’s got curves for days and my hands and mouth are enjoying tracing each and every one of them. As I approach her bellybutton, she reaches down to cover herself, causing me to raise my head in concern. “Zoey?”

“I, uh, well, I have a small pooch. From Elodie,” she stammers, avoiding my gaze as a flush covers her face and upper chest.

“And?” I probe. “Zoey, your body has carried a child, nourishing it from your own body. Any man who has issues with the physical changes that brings is not a real man. I’m looking forward to the future when your body swells with our children.”

“You want children? With me?” she asks. I’m wondering if she’s even considered having more children herself. I’m sure carrying and birthing Elodie was traumatic for her. Sure, she had her grandparents helping her out, but basically, she was all alone with no man to share that experience with.

“Yeah, babe, that was what I wanted years ago and that hasn’t changed for me,” I admit.

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