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“God, this is like every fucking wet dream I’ve had coming to life,” I hear him murmur as his hand dives into my hair.Tugging his underwear down, my thighs clench at seeing him hard for me already.I should pause; I should hesitate.But I know we won’t be interrupted, with Kevin firmly inside and no one else here.
My need for him is too much, and I take him in, hungry to please him, my mouth teasing his tip a little before licking along his length.
He hisses.“Fuck, baby… this was not what I was expecting when I walked in here…”
“Well, I need to thank you somehow…” I say playfully, my eyes on his as I take him back into my mouth, my tongue sliding down his length again before I suck on his tip.
“I will move any damn barrel you have… any day of the week, if this is the thanks I get.Fuck, this feels good.You’re so good to me.”When he groans, I take him deeper.
Leaning back on my heels, I take a breath, palming him with my hand as I grin.
“There are some things on the farm I need help with…”
“Name it.I’ll do it,” he says eagerly, and I giggle.
“Hmmm… you will ruin your suit, though…” I say as I feel him thicken even more in my grip.
“You will ruin me the way you are teasing me right now.Let me feel your throat, Mama… Take me deeper…” I follow his instructions and do as he asks, taking him deeper, all the way to the back of my throat, sucking on him thoroughly as desire courses through my own body.
I quicken my pace as I rock my hips, needing some friction, needing something.His fist tightens in my hair, the sting on my scalp welcome as he pulls my head back into his hands so I’m looking up at him again.
“Fuck, I’m going to come, baby… I’m going to come so fucking hard down your pretty little throat.”He grunts, his thighs tensing, and I whimper around him, swirling my tongue and sucking him in the way I’ve learned he loves.With one more husky, rumbling groan, he comes with jerking hips, his orgasm coating my throat.
Swallowing him down, I pull off with a pop, sitting back on my heels, and catching my breath.
“Best Friday night I’ve had for a while,” he says, breathing heavily, and I grin as I move my thighs together, still feeling needy.
“Me too,” I admit, loving that our time together has been this good, and knowing that I’m falling a little more every day for the man I can’t stop thinking about.
“Come here.”He grabs me under the arms and hoists me onto the barrel he just moved.
“Sawyer!”I squeal, laughing at the unexpected manhandling.
“Let’s test this barrel, see if it can hold you when you come on my tongue.”He opens my jeans when I moan my yes, and I lean back as he strips them from my legs, then devours me with his mouth, my burning need for him satisfied.For now.
23
Sawyer
Iwatch Kevin pitch for what feels like the hundredth time, the ball hitting the hay bale hard.After working from the office this morning, I came back here to spend the afternoon with Annabelle and the boys.
It’s something I never really did in the city.I never left the office early.If anything, I worked late almost every night.But out here, I don’t want to be stuck in the office when I know I could be doing this.To the surprise of everyone, including myself, I’m now here in Whispers most days.My travels back to the city are reserved for quick trips to attend key meetings or to troubleshoot emergency issues that arise.
Every day keeps getting better than the last.Time with Annabelle is amazing.The conversations we have, hanging out here at the farm, our mind-blowing sex, all of it makes me happier than I’ve ever been.Now, while Annabelle’s inside with Noah, preparing dinner, I thought I would try to spend some time with Kevin.If I want to be with Annabelle, I need to forge connections with her kids.Noah is easy, the kid loves me.But Kevin, he’s a completely different can of worms.One I’ve been attempting to open little by little.
“Good shot.Why don’t you try repositioning your hands like this?It will help if you ever want to throw a curveball.”I grab the ball and show him the grip to take, and he concentrates on exactly that.I ordered him a new mitt and a few new balls.I got myself one too, and Noah, so that we can all play here on the farm.It was an easy thing for me to do, but when I gave them to him, he looked like I gave him the moon and all the stars.My heart actually hurt at how grateful he was.It brought us a little closer, I think.
“Okay.”He steps back, moving the ball in his grip and then throwing it.“Missed,” he mutters, frowning at his attempt.
“Not bad for your first try, and it’s a new ball.Go again.”I throw it back at him, realizing he’s his own worst critic.
He positions himself and gives it another go.This one lands similar to the first.
“Missed again,” he grumbles, kicking at the dirt.
“Keep trying, you’ll get it,” I encourage him.
“Noah!No!”I hear Annabelle scream from the house, and Kevin and I look up, seeing Noah running away at speed, straight down the hill.
