Page 58 of Brands

She lifts her pizza in the air until the cheese dangles, then uses her tongue to twist it between her wide lips.

Blood rushes to my crotch.

Yes. Definitely not the brains of the operation. If I listened to my stiffening cock, I’d be slamming it down her throat.

Instead I let my palm grip her thigh, and nest her knee between mine.

With her thumb, she pushes a stray strand of mozzarella into her mouth and chews thoughtfully. “My grandpa isthe one who started it. Dad wanted to leave because he always fought with Grandpa on how shit should run. Mom made him stay because she loved it. Everything about it. We had dairy cow decorations all over the house. She was on like three different committees for it and agriculture. I think when she got sick, it really soured Dad.”

“So he blamed the farm?” It isn’t exactly the picture I’ve gathered from Clay through the years. But I do know he’s gone through a lot of bitterness since his wife passed.

Libby’s nose wrinkles. “I’m not sure? I think he just has a lot of regrets. He thinks he should have made her leave.” She starts to take another bite, but pauses to laugh. “Mom woulda left him. He’s all about trying to find the next best thing. She was happy with what she had.” Her focus shifts to me.

“I like what I have. I get to see my friends whenever I want. I love the cows and knowing I’m making something worthwhile. I mean, what’s better than milk in cereal?” She picks up her drink and tips it up.

“Me…in you.” I wink at her as she chokes, dribbling beer down her chin.

A flush of red rushes up her cheeks. Giggling, she wipes her mouth with her knuckles. “You got me there. I would agree with that assessment.”

Her wrist flops as she shoves the last bit of crust into her mouth.

It’s the moment I’ve been waiting for.

She lets out a tiny squeak when I scoop her up to carry her against my chest.

“Where are we going?” She doesn’t struggle, but her fingers cling to my shirt as I make my way to the master suite.

When we get to the bathroom, I let her slide to her feet.

“There’s a guy code I have to follow.” I give her a little smirk before framing her face with my palms and pressing my lips to hers.

“What does that mean?” she breathes, her eyes half-lidded when I pull away.

I hit the hot water to start filling the tub. “It’s an unspoken rule,” I say softly, peppering her neck with light kisses. “If we’re lucky enough to be a woman’s first, we have two options.”

Her cheek tugs up. “I like this line of bullshit, keep going.”

Fuck, this girl has me pegged.

“Well, it’s either set the bar very low, make it an awful experience so there’s nowhere for her to go but up. Or—” I run my fingers through the tap to check the temp. “—we have to set the standard so incredibly high, we ruin her for any other man.”

Her lips form a perfect “O” before she starts laughing. “That explains so many stories I’ve heard.”

She lets me pull her shirt over her head, and steps out of her sweats when I push them over her hips until she’s standing naked and beautiful in front of me.

Unbuttoning my own flannel in record time, I manage to get my jeans pushed down, freeing my semi-rigid cock to bounce between us.

“Come on, baby. Let me spoil you.” I step first into the steaming basin, then hold out my hand to help her in.

With a sharp exhale, she shimmies herself lower until she’s sitting between my legs, my stiff length wedged between my belly and her back.

Cupping tiny pools, I pour them over her body until her skin glistens, then follow the rivulets with my palm.

“Mmm, that feels good.” She leans her head against my shoulder making pleasant little moans as my hands work over her in long smooth passes.

When the water passes the inlet, I flip on the jets. Rapid pulses massage my spine, and flow a steady stream over her belly and thighs.

I’ve rarely used this, and often wondered why I opted to spend the extra money on it.

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