Page 46 of Forever with the Farmer's Daughter
I thrust into her with purpose once, twice, three times. As her nails dig into my back and shoulder, she shatters under me. With her inner walls tight around me, I find my own release just moments after.
Satisfied and spent, I collapse onto the bed rolling to my side and taking Samantha with me. She kisses my chest. “That was incredible.”
I drop a soft kiss on her nose and tip her chin up so her eyes meet mine. “You are incredible.” I gently pull out of her, climb out of bed and dispose of the condom in the trashcan on the opposite side of the nightstand.
I slide back under the covers, gather Samantha in my arms, and pull her back against my chest, kissing the top of her shoulder.
Her fingers gently skate up and down my arm. “Want to tell me about the scars?”
My spine goes rigid at her question, but I know if I want a relationship with this woman, I need to open up to her. “Saw those did you?”
She hums softly. “Mmhmm. Even if I hadn’t, I would have felt them.”
She starts to turn to face me, but I hold her in place, knowing this will be easier if she’s not looking at me. I focus on small spot on the wall where a nail once held a picture. “Two weeks before I arrived home, my unit got a call. One of the cargo trucks had engine trouble. The cargo was off loaded onto another truck traveling with them so they could continue to our encampment. When our CO needed someone to check out the truck, Ziggy and I jumped at the chance. I threw the toolbox in one of the Jeeps and we headed out. We passed the cargo trucks on our way out. When we reached the disabled truck, Ziggy hopped out and went to check out the truck while I grabbed the tools. When he popped the hood, an IED exploded killing Ziggy immediately. I took shrapnel mostly on the right side. All of it superficial to the sacrifice Ziggy made.”
I hear Samantha sniffle before she clears her throat. “Is that how you were discharged early on a medical release?”
“Partly. My paperwork was already being processed. I was supposed to end my tour at the end of the month. In the military when a soldier is killed and needs to be transported back home, a friend from their unit is designated to accompany the body. My commanding officer asked if I wanted the honor. Said he’d see to it my discharge was fast tracked so once I hit American soil, I’d be home for good. I agreed.”
“Did you tell your parents why you returned early?”
“You’re the first person I’ve shared any of that with.”
She turns in my arms and stretches up to kiss me. “Thank you for telling me. I guess we both carry some guilt from our past.”
I kiss her forehead and hold her closer. “Yeah. It feels good to talk about it. Thank you for listening.”
Samantha sighs sleepily. “Cam?”
I smile. It’s the first time she’s called me anything except Cameron. “Yeah?”
“You should tell Craig; he worries about you.”
“I know. I will, soon.” I kiss the top of her head. “Sleep now, beautiful.”
I wakethe next morning to the sound of Aunt Jane’s rooster. The clock on the nightstand reads four-thirty a.m. Samantha lays beside me, resting peacefully on her stomach. After we made love, both of us fell into a deep sleep. It's the first night I’ve spent nightmare free since being home. After I told Samantha about Ziggy and my scars, I felt as if a weight had lifted from my shoulders.
I roll to my side watching Samantha as she sleeps. Her long brown hair fans out across her back and partially covers her face. I gently brush it away giving me a better view as the rooster crows again. Samantha’s brows dip causing a vee to form between them. “How long do you think it will take Jane to realize her rooster is missing?”
A light chuckle escapes me. “Not a fan of nature’s alarm clock?”
A lazy smile tips her full kissable lips. “I prefer music or the smell of coffee brewing.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I lean over and place a soft kiss on her mouth.
“Mmm, or that,” she says giving me a sleepy smile.
I grin at her response as I gently stroke her soft cheek with the back of my fingers. “I need to help Craig with the horses. I shouldn’t be long.”
Samantha smiles. “Okay, I’ll start breakfast. Mind if I use your shower?”
“Not at all. Make yourself at home.”
I climb out of bed, get dressed and drop one more kiss on Samantha’s sweet lips before heading downstairs to start a pot of coffee while I wait for Craig.
Once the coffee finishes brewing, I pour two cups. I lean against the counter and take a sip as Craig comes down the stairs. “Morning.”
“Mornin’,” he mumbles as he picks up the cup I poured for him and takes a cautious sip.
