Page 87 of Wild For You
“Yes, she did. She looked at a quilting machine. Yes, sir. Will do.”
He ended the call and handed it over to me, a huge grin on his face. The material was already folded up inside a plastic bag, which he handed to me across the counter.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, knowing I had lost my battle. Worse, I could feel it in my bones that Andrew just took his win to a whole other level by adding a sewing machine to my order. John refused to give me the receipt, so I had no idea how much the man spent on me.
“It was a pleasure to have you in my shop, Kelsey. Please come back again.”
Dammit. It was so hard to stay angry.
“I will, John. I love your shop.”
I left with the bag in hand and headed toward the next street to grab a sandwich for lunch. Along the counter was a taped flyer asking patrons to support the local football team, as their star quarterback was suffering with a torn Achilles.
Bringing out my phone, I took a picture of the flyer and noted the coach’s email address. An idea came to mind, and it flickered like an ember until it exploded into a wildfire.
Once I devoured my sandwich, I went outside and typed in the number on the flyer.
A deep voice answered, “Mr. Perdue.”
“Hi there. My name is Kelsey Davis, and I wanted to ask you a few questions about your football team, if you have a minute.”
“Sure, Ms. Davis.”
“Great,” I replied, and I started my inquiries as I strolled down the sidewalk toward the baby gear shop.
Chapter Nineteen – Andrew
Kelsey and I made a pact that, moving forward, I would try to keep my weekends free. I hired a farm manager months ago and struggled to let the man do the job he was employed for. But even with that promise, I had a hard time not messaging him every five seconds, even in the middle of the night, so that he’d see them whenever he woke up in the morning.
“Andrew,” Kelsey whined as she pressed her lips against my neck, leaving small kisses along the path to my bare shoulder.
“Baby, you’re the best kind of alarm,” I groaned as I quietly set my phone down on the nightstand and turned to face her, then tugged her body closer.
“Why are you micromanaging that poor guy?” she asked, letting me know I hadn’t been as stealthy in my texting as I thought. “It’s still early. You could be sleeping in, since you wanted to work with your dad today.”
“Never too early for me to fuck you.” My lips brushed against hers.
“No, not too early for that.”
Her body wiggled under my touch, and she cried out an orgasm mere minutes after I slid my hand between her legs. I knew her body better than my own. With the pregnancy, her body was extremely sensitive, so as my cock slipped inside her, I felt her start quaking once again.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
She mentioned the other day that she worried if I would still feel that way when she was “larger than your new house.” Her words, not mine. Even though we hadn’t discussed our future, I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful woman than the one lying next to me.
I spilled myself deep inside her sex, my cock pulsating against her walls.
As we caught our breath, I slipped from the bed and returned with a warm washcloth, wiping away the remnants of our lovemaking from between her legs.
“Go back to bed, baby. You have a fun day planned tomorrow.”
“Do I?” she asked.
I chuckled. “You know you do.”
Kelsey cuddled up against me, her thigh wedging between mine. I once asked her why she didn’t want to use one of those pregnancy pillows they recommend in the books, and she replied, “Why would I, when I have you?”
The logic made sense to me.
