Page 57 of The First Day of Breeding Season
“Your family is lovely,” I say once we’re alone, and we’re eating the amazing picnic dinner.
Fresh food after a few days of camp eating is so good.
“They like you.”
“I like them.”
He shifts closer. “I really like you.”
I smile. “And Ireallylike you.”
“Are you wearing blue panties today?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You have a little rip in your jeans, on the seam on your hip. It’s been distracting me all day. Ireallylike blue panties.”
“Is that so?”
“I thought they would never leave. And then you looked the picnic like it was the best thing you’ve ever seen, and since you might be eating for two…”
I laugh out loud at that. “Not yet.”
“Maybe not. But just in case.” He tumbles me onto my back. “I want to take good care of you.”
“You’re much more thoughtful than the average bull,” I say, deadpanning. But I mean it.
“That’s because you’re a lot more than just a heifer to me.”
“I know,” I say. And I do. This thing between us isn't just physical. It’s the ink that binds us together. It’s the way he takes care of me, and holds me when I cry. It’s how we fit together, perfectly, every time. Immediately and forever.
We twist together, kissing and sharing sweet breathes, little whispers.
I shove off his Filston shirt. He unzips my jeans.
Boots go flying, and then I’m down to those blue panties he noticed earlier.
“Yes, I like these so much,” he says, his voice full of lust as he gazes down at me.
He ducks his head and kisses my belly.
I imagine him doing that as it swells, and my head spins with the fierceness I feel. Love, protectiveness, desire.
With a growl, he catches the cotton with his teeth and tugs.
I lift my hips to help, and then I’m bare for him, the panties flung somewhere in the direction of the picnic basket.
Drew catches me by the hips and holds me still beneath him as he tests that I’m ready, then slides home in an urgent thrust.
“Tip your hips up for me, sweetheart. Show me how much you want Daddy’s cock.”
I wrap my legs around his hips and moan at the new angle.
“That’s my best girl,” he praises. “Making it so easy for me to mount you, aren’t you? Always ready to get bred. I’m not gonna let you off this mountain until your fertile womb is stuffed full of my babies.”
I believe him.
And it’s wonderful.
