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“Tell me,” he orders. “Tell me what you want.”

I have to struggle for breathe, clawing at the sheets as I feel my knees and legs buckling under me already, the thought of what he’s got for me is too much.

“I want it, Thorn… I want your cock… fuck me like an animal Thorn… take me….”

I grunt and his hands grip hard on either side of my ass as he slips his full length deep inside me in one swift movement, reaching my G spot and filling me balls deep before I can even finish my sentence.

“Say it,” he growls, and we both find out pretty quickly how much we both like hearing a bit of dirty talk. His commanding tone, his thick hardness and my potty mouth while I slide back onto him, the sound of his rock hard body slapping against my ass which he has at his complete command.

It sends us both into overdrive.

We’re cursing and thrusting like a pair of wild beasts in no time, and it’s not soon enough for me.

The sensation of him inside me from behind does prove too much and I feel myself starting to come. I try and clench down, try to hold it for him just a little longer, but I can tell he feels the same way I do.

“Come for me, Sophie,” he says through gritted teeth. “Come on my fat cock, let me fill you with our babies.”

“Thorn,” I gasp, then swear loudly as my whole body stiffens. His hands pulling me so tight and so close as he fills me all the way until we’re both erupting in another intense, shared climax that’s even stronger than our first.

“If you had any doubts, Thorn… That I wasn’t… gonna… stay…” I gasp between heavy breaths, filling my lungs so I can speak.

“Take… that… as… a… positive… sign…” I pause. “I’m not going anywhere as long as you keep giving it to me like that.” I tell him firmly once I get my air back.

His low groan of satisfaction, mixed with our shared relief plus our newfound exhaustion sees us both collapse back onto the bed again.

Under the covers and with him playing big spoon, still inside his little spoon, we lay there panting, giggling and telling each other just how amazing the other one really is.

“So you’ll stay?” I hear him whisper into my ear, his own breath still returning to him.

I nod without speaking, without having to. I made up my mind I was his when I first saw him, everything and anything that has to happen to make it permanent, I’ll deal with it as it comes up.

Which something tells me will be coming sooner rather than later, if my dad’s got anything to do with it.

Even if I’d got the housekeeping job, which I didn’t, he’d be coming down to town soon enough, trying to convince me to come back to the farm.

I know he will, but I actually can’t blame him either.

It’s a lonely, hard life on the land and I know he’d rather have me to share it with than nobody at all, even if it meant depriving me of a life of my own outside the farm.

Chapter Eighteen

Thorn

My phone is on silent, but after a while I become aware of a buzzing sound as it starts to make its way across the dresser as Sophie and I are just about to fall back asleep.

I let it ring.

Four times.

Snapping my eyes open, I know I’ll have to take it unless I want it to ring all day.

It must be important, I tell myself.

Nobody who knows me would call four times unless it was important.

Sophie murmurs, half-awake as I get up out of bed just long enough to grab my phone.

It’s warm enough in the house, but outside it looks like a nasty day weather-wise and I can only assume something’s happened.

Trucks, logs and wet roads will always be a problem, sooner or later.

The mill is closed for a week while they recondition the saws, but there’s enough lumber and logs to haul to last six months.

Mack, the mill manager and my go to guy for anything and everything isn’t the excitable kind, so when I see it’s him who’s been calling, I know it’s serious.

I don’t know what’s worse, imagining what it could be, or deciding to ruin our second perfect day together by calling back and finding out exactly what’s wrong.

Taking a breath as I sit back on the edge of the bed, I feel Sophie’s hand on my back. “What is it?” she asks, but the tone in her voice sounds like she already knows.

Like she knows something I don’t.

Turning to face her, I shrug, smiling. “Just work, I gotta check in. Maybe something to do with this weather. It happens sometimes,” I tell her, but I can also feel her tension as I call Mack.

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