Page 58 of The Reality of Wanting Him

Liam also insists that I wear his clothes so my “fancy shit,” as he lovingly called it, doesn’t get dirty. I love that we’re similar enough in size to do that sort of thing. I’m alsoveryinto the hungry look he’s giving me while I’m wearing his old college T-shirt under one of his thick flannels that smells just like him.

Maybe he’ll let me keep wearing his stuff after I’ve moved in. Even if he doesn’t explicitly order me to.If it has him looking at me like that, I’ll gladly wear his wardrobe every day.Yep, it’s decided—I’ll still steal his clothes anyway.

There’s a slight sting in my ass as I move around, but I kind of love it. The sensation is a pleasant reminder of what happenedbetween us last night. Liam fucking me was everything I had hoped it would be and more. The feeling of him filling me up from the inside was unlike anything I’ve experienced before, and I already want more. I know he’s mentioned something about enjoying both topping or bottoming, and if he wants me to, I definitely won’t say no to the chance to fuck him. But, if I'm being totally honest, I’d be content to have him top me for the rest of our lives.

Even better than the truly mind-blowing orgasms,Liam told me he loves me.No one has ever told me those words. I’ve never felt them for anyone either. I still can’t believe how lucky I am to have met Liam the way that I did. I don’t think I would have even thought to consider a relationship with a man if it wasn’t for the show, and it’s by far the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m glad I wasn’t able to identify gender, and instead, just went with what felt right.Liam definitely feels right.

He even has an extra coat for me, so we head right for my babies, and as Liam predicted, the camera crew is outside waiting.

“With it being winter, there aren't quite as many daily chores to do this early in the season, but since my dad’s been on his own here, I want to check over some things, and maybe start knocking stuff off the list he’s got going for me,” Liam explains as we cross the field to the coop. “Plus, we’ll want to make sure the animals have enough feed and water. We’ll come back a little later in the day to get their eggs.”

“And hangout with them?” I check, because I fully intend to spend as much of my day with the chickens as I can to get to know each and every one. I want to help Liam with the other stuff too, but as much as I wish I could claim to know what I’m doing when it comes to fixing things up around the farm, or even doing the daily chores, I’m completely clueless.

I hope he’s ready to teach me everything he knows. I don’t plan to stay as incompetent as I currently am for long. I’ve felt aconnection to this farm, a sense of home that’s been lacking in any of the other places I’ve lived since we first got here. I want to be a part of it, to make my own impact on this place that feels so alive with the history of Liam’s family. I want to help him make it into the best possible version it can be, the one he mentioned his mom dreamed of. I wish that I could have met her, she sounds like such a wonderful person.The total opposite of the woman who birthed me.

“You’ll have plenty of chicken-time today, I promise,” Liam answers with an indulgent smile. He reaches down to interlock our fingers between us, and I swing our arms a little, trying to rein in my excitement over seeing them again. If he wasn’t holding my hand, I likely would have jogged ahead by now, but I don’t actually know how to open the coop for the day. Liam and his dad showed me how to lock everything up last night, but they’ll probably have to show me again because I was too bummed about saying goodbye to all the chickens to really absorb everything.

“Good morning, my sweet babies,” I sing off-key as Liam opens the coop and the chickens spring out to greet me.

Liam is laughing, saying something about them just looking for food, but I know they can sense how much I love them already, and that they want to spend time with me just as much as I do with them.

Liam walks me through everything that we have to do to get ready for the day, and I really do try to focus. But between all the adorable chickens surrounding him, and how hot he looks confidently moving around the space as he lifts heavy bags of feed like they weigh nothing, it’s safe to say I’m distracted.

After Liam finishes everything with the chickens, he has to use his bossy tone that he usually reserves for bedroom activities to finally get me to agree to leave. The cameras,which I kind of forgot about yet again,have been filming us since we left his house this morning. They’ve been following us around theproperty as Liam seems to work through a mental checklist of the farm's equipment, making sure everything is working properly.

I have no clue what he’s doing, but he sure looks hot doing it.How did I ever ignore how attractive men clearly are?We’re in a barn, an “outbuilding” I think they called it, that looks like it’s used for storage. He’s shed his layers and his farm-earned muscles are flexing, demanding all my attention as he looks at the engine of something that wouldn’t start.

Eventually his dad joins us, handing us each a cup of coffee. We thank him, and Liam quickly sets his down to resume inspecting what Wyatt informs me is a driveable lawn mower. I chug my mug, desperate for the caffeine to work its magic. I’ll need to get Liam one of those coffee pots with a programmable timer if he’s going to wake me up this early on a regular basis so I’ll at least have hot coffee to look forward to at the ass crack of dawn.

Wyatt laughs, eyeing my now empty cup. “Want a refill?”

I glance at Liam, wondering if he’ll mind us leaving him. But I actually did want to talk to his dad alone. “Liam, would you mind if your dad and I got some more coffee and enjoyed it with the chickens?” I call out, and he waves us off, promising to find us when he’s done.

We detour to Wyatt’s kitchen for a refill, and he grabs his own mug before we head back outside. “You really seem to like these birds, huh?” he says casually after I call out to them, announcing our arrival. “Have you been around hens in the past?”

“Never,” I say with a huge grin. “But I love them already. I have a dog, Lucky, and she’s been the most important thing in my life until recently. She’s really sweet with smaller animals and kids and stuff so I think she’ll fit in well here. I know she’ll love all the extra space to run around and play. I try to give her as much of that in the city as possible, but it’ll never compare to all this. I’m hoping when I move here we can geteven more animals, maybe some cows and goats. I love the plans you guys have for the farm and bringing more people here. It’s a really special place, and I’m excited to be a part of it all.”

My answer must have been the right thing to say because Wyatt’s smile grows and his eyes seem to shine. “That’s all we ever wanted for him, ya know,” he says, sounding like he’s far away, maybe lost in memory. “Someone who could care about this place as much as he does. Or at least, because he does.”

That seems like as good of an opening as any, so I stand a little taller and take a deep breath, gathering my courage as I turn to face him. “Wyatt, I know you haven’t known me for long. Less than a day, I guess, but it’s important to me that you know how much I really do want to build that future with your son. I’ll admit that this wasn’t what I was expecting when I signed up for the show, but Liam has helped me to realize that the life I had in the city wasn't much of a life at all. I’m in love with him, and I want to do this right, even if the cameras make everything a little strange,” I say quietly as I glance at the crew member who followed us here.

He’s giving me an encouraging smile as I ramble, and I feel like I’m getting a glimpse into Liam’s childhood. I can’t imagine having this type of parental support all my life, but I’m so glad that Liam did. I take another moment to center my thoughts before I continue, wanting to focus on getting the important part out before I get too distracted by the chickens running around our feet.

“Sir, I know how much Liam admires you, how much the marriage you and your wife shared has inspired him and what he wants for his own future. I know he’s an independent person, and that this isn’t some old-fashioned requirement I ‘have to do,’” I say using air quotes. Wyatt gives me another encouraging smile, and I take a deep breath before continuing. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, no one else that I would rather be with, and Ithink it would mean a lot to Liam if I got your blessing before I ask him to marry me,” I blurt out, hoping I said it right.

Wyatt is positively beaming, though, so I think I got the point across okay. “That’s real kind of you to ask, son.”

I know he means that in the casual way older men sometimes refer to guys that are younger than them, but that doesn’t stop my heart from skipping a beat at the term. “I think Liam’s mom would have liked that,” he goes on, unaware of how his word choice has affected me. “She would have liked you and your enthusiasm. You obviously make him happy. I haven’t seen him look as calm and settled as he did last night in years, and the fact that he waited until this morning to start fixing things up around here shocked me.”

He chuckles and places a firm hand on my shoulder, giving it a quick reassuring squeeze. “Of course you have my blessing to marry him. I’m looking forward to having you and Lucky join us here.”

In this moment with Wyatt, I feel more love than I ever have from my own parents, and I can’t help myself—I throw my arms around him in a tight hug, grateful that my second cup of coffee is nearly empty and that I don’t splash him with it.

He must sense how much I need the embrace because he hugs me back firmly, not letting go until I do. After meeting him in person, I didn’t have any doubts Wyatt would say no, but it’s still so exciting to have checked that mental box off and that it went even better than I had hoped.

I’m one step closer to marrying Liam, and I can’t wait.

“Did I miss something? Why are we hugging?” Liam asks as he enters the fenced-in chicken area.

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