Page 83 of Wild For You
“Andrew,” she whispered, her breath already coming in heavy pants.
“Yeah?” I prompted, pulling back.
Kelsey reached up and ran her fingers through my hair as she gazed into my eyes. “I love you too,” she said with a gentle smile.
I thought she hadn’t heard me the other morning, but it was clear she had.
“Fuck, baby,” I said. “I love you.”
Kelsey’s hand pulled my face toward hers, and she sealed our mouths together. Our tongues twirled until both our bodies were writhing against each other.
“Do you want me to make love to you here or back at the house?” I asked her. I’d never actually made love to someone, not while knowing that was exactly what I was feeling. Everyone else before Kelsey was a way to get my dick wet and blow off extra energy.
“I don’t think I can wait.” She ran her fingers from my hair, then down the side of my neck. I shivered beneath her touch.
Sitting back, I chucked off my jacket and wedged it beneath her body, so she’d have something softer to lie on than just the thin brown jacket she wore. Once I had her undressed, I pulled my cock out of my pants and swiped it across her slit.
“Fuck, Kelsey,” I said as I inserted just the tip, and then slipped it free. “I’ve never made love to anyone before.”
“Neither have I.” She smiled as I pressed another quick kiss against her lips. “We can be each other’s first.”
I tried to go slowly this time, but something about her tight pussy unleashed the animal inside me. She didn’t seem to mind though, as she met me thrust for thrust and begged me to go harder.
We were rabid for each other.
“I love you,” I told her as I felt my balls tighten.
“I love you,” she repeated, and then she shattered in my arms.
As I laid with her under the shade of the willow tree and listened to the steady burbling of the creek, I knew there was no going back for me. Kelsey was my person, my other half, my soulmate. Now, I just needed to find a way to convince her to take a chance on me.
Chapter Eighteen – Kelsey
Since Andrew was given the seal of approval to go back to light work, he’d been spending his mornings on the farm and his afternoons at the construction site for his new home. I joined him most of the time, unless I was too tired. Sometimes, the early mornings were too much, and I needed just a few more hours, then I’d drive myself to the farm.
I found I really enjoyed riding across the sprawling land. I wished it had been on horseback, but I understood it was a no-no while I was pregnant. I settled for the UTV.
The views of Sunny Brook Farms never ceased to amaze me. The rolling hills. The lush crops. The view of the mountains beyond the fields. It was something artists tried to capture in their paintings for centuries.
The builders working on Andrew’s house were making great strides. Most of the framing and exterior were complete. He’d asked my input a few times, but I tried to keep a level head. This washisdream house, not mine, though I really did fall more in love with the plot of land and the home each time I saw it.
Rolling over in the massive bed, I stretched my arms out and pointed my toes. Andrew left early this morning and instead of joining him, I stayed behind and caught a few more hours of sleep. I had plans to venture into town today to start my Christmas shopping.
Andrew thought I was crazy, since it “isn’t even Thanksgiving yet,” as he helpfully pointed out, but I liked to get a head start on things. Especially since there was a chance I wasn’t going to be here for the holiday. We hadn’t discussed what would happen after Andrew no longer needed rehab on his knee. The doctor gave him two more weeks of exercises, then I was free to go.
He didn’t even need me helping him now. He knew the exercises just as well as I did, but it bought me more time with him.
As much as I wanted to stay in Ashfield—and boy, did I want to stay—I wanted to find a job in my field, and bigger cities and their suburbs were the answer. I knew if I gave Andrew an inkling that I would love to be a homemaker, he’d spoil me rotten.
It wasn’t that I needed a job because I was stubborn. I needed a job because it made me feel fulfilled. I was one of the few who actually enjoyed what I did. Seeing people get their lives back because I worked with them was one of the greatest rewards.
Yawning, I sat up and stretched, then reached for my laptop resting on the nightstand. Last night, after Andrew had fallen asleep, I scrolled through some job posting sites to see if anything jumped out at me at first glance. I saved them so I could check them over today. Two of the postings were across the country, while another was an entry-level job working under someone at my current level.
Pivoting from the job sites, I pulled up a list of sports teams along the East Coast and checked through their career pages. Surprisingly, a few lower-level teams had openings for a sports medicine therapist. Grabbing the sticky notes from the nightstand drawer, I jotted the name of the teams down and mentally noted to do some more research on them before sending them my resume.
My desire for a cup of coffee grew, and I put my laptop aside and slipped out of bed. I was thankful the doctor said I could have a small amount of caffeine daily. I couldn’t start my day without a hot brew, and nothing I made at home came close to what they could do at the local coffee shop. I tried decaf, but it usually made me angrier than if I had no coffee at all.
I took a quick shower and pulled on an ivory-colored sweater dress. It was one of the few things left in my small array of clothes that still fit. If I wore pants, I needed the button extender, or I had to leave them unfastened. My stomach hadn’t grown much, but the jeans were a little too tight.
