Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
The barn is not only clean but it is also organized. And I didn’t do it.
My chest warms as I glance back at the house and wonder if Laina did it. I can imagine her out here in Kennedy’s pink boots with a pair of leggings and a tank top that leaves little to the imagination. She’s as adorable as shit, and she has been helping me more willingly. I only had to coax her with oral once yesterday. But to imagine her out here on her own is wild.
And so fucking hot.
I leave everything from the feed store in my truck except the present I bought Laina. I’m almost to the porch before she throws open the door and waves.
“That trip took entirely too long,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing the hell out of me.
“I could get used to this.”
I scoop an arm under her ass and lift. Her legs lock around my waist as she kisses me again.
“Did you clean the barn?” I ask, stepping inside and closing the door behind us with my foot.
Her eyes sparkle. “Do you like it?”
“No. I love it. That was so sweet. Thank you, Pumpkin.”
She bites her lip. “Every time you call me that, I think of your tattoo, and then I want you to fuck me. It’s automatic. Boom, boom, boom.”
“Your wish is my command.”
“No, actually, put me down.” She unwinds herself from me. “I did something else, and it’s fantastic. I think you’re going to love it.”
“Wow. You cleaned the barn and did something else? You’re on fire today.”
“It’s been a good day. But also, your one-hour trip turned into four. I had time to kill. What happened?”
I hand her a pink shirt from the feed store. “First, I got you a present.”
She unfolds it and then giggles. “They even make them in pink?”
“Hey, women are farmers, too.”
“Well, I can’t wait to wear this. Thank you for being so sweet to me.”
I pour myself a glass of tea. “You’re my lady. Of course, I have to be sweet to you.”
She beams.
“What’s this other surprise?” I ask, taking a sip. “Tell me it’s lingerie.”
She makes a face. “No. It’s a cake.”
I laugh. “A cake?”
“Hang on.”
The garage door opens and then closes. Laina comes around the corner carrying a two-layer cake covered in chocolate icing. It tilts slightly to the side, despite her attempt at leveling it out with extra icing and cherries.
It’s the cutest damn cake I’ve ever seen.
“I was going through a cookbook I found in the back of a drawer,” she says.
I lift a brow, making her laugh.
“And this recipe looked delicious. You had all the stuff—major green flag right there, by the way—so I whipped it up like a professional baker.”
I start to tease her about the last cake she made … and burned. But I think she’s actually quite proud of herself this time. There’s no way in hell I’m diminishing that.
“What flavor is it?” I ask.
“You had a yellow cake mix, so I used that. But I put in a secret ingredient that’s supposed to make it smoother and richer. Then I made the chocolate icing.” She draws her finger around the edge of the cake plate, covering the tip in a thick layer of icing. “Here. Try it.”
She offers it to me. I grab her wrist, then suck the icing off, nipping the tip of her finger with my teeth. It sends a line of fire straight to my cock. I don’t know how I’m keeping up with her. She wants to fuck three or four times a day—I’m here for it. I’ll never say no—but I wonder how long she can keep up that pace.
It’ll be a fun experiment.
“That was very, very good,” I say. “Do you know what you should do?”
“Take this to the bedroom and roll all over it and then make you lick it off me?”
I nod. “Scratch my idea. Let’s do yours.”
She giggles. “What was your idea?”
“Take that with us to Mom and Dad’s tonight for dinner.”
Her eyes grow wary as she sets the cake on the counter. “Your mom is an excellent cook.”
“So? That cake is amazing. She’ll love it.”
“I don’t know …”
I pull her into a hug and kiss the top of her head. “Don’t do anything you don’t want to do. But I’m proud of you and your cake, and I want to show you off.”
She looks up at me. The pride in her eyes melts my heart. “Really? Or are you screwing with me?”
“I only screw you in the bedroom.”
Although, that’s not true. We’ve screwed in the bathroom, the dining room, the living room, and the kitchen table … Any room where clothes can be removed, they’ve been removed.
I press a long, lingering kiss to her lips. “I’m serious about the cake. Just think about it. If you don’t want to take it, I’m happy to leave it here and eat the whole damn thing.”