His tongue swept over my lips, leaving a trail of his unique scent all over my mouth. Never in my life had anyone ever kissed me so … thoroughly. Not a millimetre of my mouth was being left unexplored, his tongue was quickly getting intimately acquainted with mine, and I couldn’t wait until the time came for him to meet other parts of me, to actually feel a man’s tongue down there.
“Yeah, you will be feeling my tongue all over your sweet pussy baby, believe me,” Nixx growled against my mouth, and I realised that I had said that out loud and not in my head. Immediately my hips stopped grinding, my mouth stilled mid-kiss.
“Don’t you dare stop, Farron,” Nixx demanded, throwing my earlier words back at me, “I fucking love that you are so lost in what we are doing, you forget to be proper. Now keep moving against me so I can see what you look like when you come.”
Without waiting for me to answer or react or run and hide, Nixx practically picked me off the bonnet and started to thrust harder into me. In this position and this angle, his large bulge hit me, rubbing the length of my crotch.
“Oh god, oh god, Nixx,” I hissed, shoving myself into him as much as our position and our clothes allowed, and resumed my chase to find my orgasm.
“That’s it baby, find it and take it, for the love of god find it. Get there baby and come for me.” Nixx was not helping with all his dirty talk and growling, or maybe he was because before I knew it, a rush of heat hit me like a firestorm. A wave of wetness slid down my core covering my panties, a loud scream left my open lips, and Nixx swallowed it, his deep low guttural groan vibrated over my lips. Sensations I never knew existed or ever thought in my wildest dreams I would be capable of, or indeed ever feel, overtook me.
My lungs heaved inside my chest, and my breasts moved wantonly against his chest as I tried to drag fresh air into my lungs and control the tremors that were taking over my body. With trembling hands, I tried to push myself back off Nixx, now aware how plastered I was to him, but Nixx wasn’t having it. His arms banded tighter around me, his face planted in my throat. It was then that I seemed to have returned to my body and mind, I noticed Nixx’s heavy panting.
“No, don’t move Farron, don’t take your body and heat away from me,” he begged, squeezing me.
“Let me thrill in the moment of making my girlfriend come for the first time.”
“Girlfriend?” I parroted, pushing away from him again, and this time he let me.
“Yeah baby, what did you think this was all about? I would never have gotten to know Dillion if all I wanted was to fuck you and piss off. And I would certainly not have invited you to my home if you were just a hook-up,” Nixx told me, his honesty a little less subtle than I was used to, but it was what he said about Dillion that truly warned my heart. He cared about my son, he wasn’t messing around with his feelings or playing with them just so he could wheedle into our lives and screw me.
We had not even gotten any of our clothes off together unless you count me sitting on his car bonnet in just my tank and jeans. I knew in my tipsy but not quite completely drunk state, Nixx could have easily gotten more from me tonight, but he didn’t. We might be outside and in the main street of Cattle Ridge, but the car was at the end of the cark park, and the darkness, thanks to no street light near us, sheltered us from any onlookers. Other than his hands on my hips and butt, he didn’t attempt to touch me anywhere else, and he didn’t openly grope me or force me to touch him. Our kiss and my orgasm were about me. He was giving me what I asked for, I meant that much to him.
“Farron?”
Shaking my head, I looked at him with wonder and shock.
“I know that Nixx. I know you wouldn’t use Dillion to get close to me or hurt him by up and leaving.” I smiled reassuringly. “You have crept your way into my heart, into Dillion’s and I—” licking my lips and tasting Nixx on them, I found the courage to say out loud what I secretly had been scared to admit out loud. Until now.
“I want to see what can happen between us, to see if I can be the kind of woman—”
“Finish that sentence and you will see your boyfriend very pissed off for the first time Farron,” Nixx threatened, his hands leaving my hips to cup my face.
“A real man treats his woman like spun glass. He cares, he worries, he cherishes her. What he doesn’t do is knock her down until she has no confidence and loses sight of who she is.”
“You are amazing baby. A beautiful, sweet and sensitive woman, a phenomenal mother. So you better get used to hearing those and so many other things like that from me because I will tell you as many times as it takes for you to believe.” Nixx breathed against my lips, kissing me softly.
“Oh, okay, um thanks,” I stuttered, no doubt my face was flush with a deep red, and if there were life on the moon they would be able to see me.
Laughing, Nixx went back to hugging me, pulling me back against him.
“You will get there baby,” he chuckled, rubbing smooth strokes up and down my back.
Laying my head back down on his shoulder, I breathed in his scent and smiled.
I have a boyfriend at the age of thirty-four. Woohoo!
FENIXX
“When you said we were going horse riding, I admit I was a bit worried about what you had in mind,” Farron admitted leaning back against me, “but this I am really enjoying.” She hummed, turning her head to look up at me, her smile relaxed and fucking beautiful.
“I am glad you are enjoying it baby, but be prepared, you will be getting on a horse by yourself.” Tightening my arms around her, the reigns in my hands, I clicked my tongue, signalling Hercules to walk forward.
After last night’s erotic and sexy make-out session on the bonnet of my car, ending with the spectacular sight and sounds of Farron orgasming from our clothes on grinding. All I wanted to do was take her home, undress her and kiss every inch of her delectable body. Widen her legs and press my tongue to her clit while my fingers pushed inside her until she came all over them. Then slide up her body hold her close while I pushed my hard, stiff dick into her heat.
Unfortunately, all that happened was I took her home, settled her on her couch with a blanket and a bucket, kissed her goodnight and left. The only article of clothing I removed had been her shoes.
On the short drive back to the Triple H, my cock throbbed, the bastard had his own heartbeat. The temptation to fall into bed and jack off to the vision of Farron falling apart in my arms was indeed powerful, but I stayed strong. The only way I was coming from now on was by her hand, pussy, and fuck, her sweet mouth also. Just as long as it was Farron herself making me blow and not my imagining her.
“Hmmm, we’ll see mister. Remember, I am a city girl trying to be a country girl, I don’t think I am ready for solo horseback riding just yet.”
Laughing, I directed Herc through an open gate and headed at a nice steady pace. This morning, I had an idea to show Farron the valley, past where Blake and Hendrixx held their wedding. The whole of the Triple H was beautiful, but nothing matched the open valley and the view of the mountains in the distance. I spent a lot of time staring at the ranges growing up, pondering things that most kids never worried about. For me, my younger years were ones of praying, waiting and being careful. Sick more often than not, getting out of the house and away from my mum’s watchful gaze made me more appreciative of my home, more than others around me. Blake was the only one to understand my kinship to the Snowy Mountains; it was a place of solace for her too, her place to go and reflect and give thanks for a second chance.
When her father died, her upbringing could have taken a much different course. Instead of staying on the farm under my parent’s care, she could have easily been put into foster care, making sure her life journey turned out a much different one.
Much like mine.
“Isn’t this Blake’s horse?” Farron asked out of the blue, “I remember you said that when Dillion and I came for our first visit together.”
“He is, yes,” I agreed, happy that she r
emembered something so little.
“Don’t you have your own horse?”
“Once I did. A Buckskin called Camelot. He passed away a few years back from old age. He and I had been together since I was a small kid, he was a colt, Blake’s old man broke him in for me. I’m not ready to replace him yet, so I just pick a horse when I need or have to ride,” I explained, glad to be talking about my old mate with Farron.
Her hand slid up my forearm and squeezed gently. “I’m sorry you lost your friend honey, that must have been hard for you,” Farron sympathised quietly, her endearment for me slipped from her lips so comfortably almost like she had been calling me that for years instead of a week. I liked that she called me the sweet pet name, it fit for some reason, even though she was the first woman other than my mum and Makena to call me it.
“It was, he was with me through some really tough times when I was a kid. Without him, I’m positive the struggles would have been much harder.”
“May I ask what tough times?”
Smiling, I kissed the top of her head. “Baby, you can ask me anything you want. I told you I am an open book as far as you and Dillion are concerned,” I insisted, reiterating what I told her once before and meaning it.
“M-kay honey,” Farron whispered, dropping her head deeper into the crook of my arm, all tension from before when I first lifted her onto the beast of a horse gone and forgotten. “Tell me.”
“Well obviously, you know I am one of triplets, but what you don’t know is when Noxx, Drixx and I were born, we weren’t identical in every way.”
“I was born looking just like them yes, but what my parents nor the doctors didn’t know was I had a ticking time bomb inside me.”
“What! What do you mean?” Farron asked, sitting up too quickly, scaring Hercules into a fast trot.
“Careful baby,” I warned, pulling on the reigns and clicking my tongue once, then made a small humming sound, the command Blake trained Herc to understand when he needed to calm down. Hercules responded to gentle sound commands rather than you digging your heels in his belly. Blake was all about loving and gentle methods when it came to her horses and everyone on the Triple H followed them to the letter.
Hercules started to settle down, his body relaxing under us again, so I pulled Farron back to where I wanted her.
“Shhh, this story has a happy ending, I promise,” I said encouragingly, not able to resist kissing the side of her neck just under her ear, smiling against her skin when she shivered.
“So the time bomb ended up being something called ASD, Atrial Septal Defect. Mum noticed as we grew up that I was sickly. I got colds a lot, tired easily and was a bit smaller than my brothers. When I was six, we noticed that my feet swelled, then my legs, I had trouble breathing, then one day, I collapsed after kicking the footy at school. Mum and Dad rushed me to the local hospital and they found I had a heart murmur. They referred us to a specialist in Melbourne and that is how we found out about the ASD.”
“What is ASD?” Farron whispered in a small frightened voice.
“Basic description is a hole in the wall between the heart and the top two chambers, very fixable if diagnosed early, but as we didn’t know for six years, it was complicated a smidge. I developed pneumonia quite a few times, severe bronchitis and to top it off childhood asthma.”
“Just a smidge! Really Fenixx!” Farron whisper yelled, for Hercules’s benefit, I’m sure.
“Nixx,” I growled, “you call me Nixx or honey.” Softening my reprimand with a chaste kiss to her silky hair. “Now shush and let me finish. Anyway, after the diagnosis, life took a busy twist of trips to Melbourne to see specialists and staying there while Dad and my brothers were back home. Having the family separated was hard for not only Mum and Dad, but us kids as well. The bond between the three of us has always been strong; it was from the second we were born and still is today. I really don’t know how I would have gotten through those years without Noxx and Drixx.” Emotion clogged my throat thinking back to those horrible times being without my brothers on those occasions when they had not been able to travel with Mum and me. I felt their loss keenly when stuck in the hospital or the hotel room, not allowed to go outside for fear of getting a cold or infection. Phone calls to home the only thing that kept Mum and me sane, clinging to the news and stories Lenoxx and Hendrixx relayed to us of life back at home.
While the memories tended to be sad ones, I remembered the way my brothers played down the fun around the Triple H so as not to upset me. Many times they told me they felt my sadness and theirs not being able to help me. I know they had guilt because they didn’t get the ASD as well; being triplets, we should have all been the same, but sometimes shit happens, and the universe throws a curveball at you. As a family, we came through it, and now those days were just a distant memory, thanks to the grace of a higher power looking over us.
Farron was silent while I told her the story of my childhood illness, but I could feel her body tensing even though I finished speaking. This, I did not like. I didn’t tell her to have her feel sorry for me or worry, my heart problems were well and truly behind me, and just like the doctors assured us, I grew out of asthma. While I still had the bronchitis infection in me, all I had to do was make sure when I did ever get a cold to treat it properly with preventive medications and look after myself.
Maybe she was quiet because she didn’t want to saddle herself with a sick person, which I wasn’t now, but still having open heart surgery in my past had to be freaking her to some degree.
“Baby, you okay?” I asked, giving her body a squeeze between my arms.
“Yeah, um … just digesting everything you told me,” she answered huskily, not sounding concerned more reflective, her tone confusing me sightly.
“Wanna let me in on what you are digesting?”
Farron turned her head and looked up at me, her soft hair feeling so good on the skin of my throat.
“This might not have happened,” she said quietly, motioning between us with her hand.
“This?”
“Us.”
And just like that, my heart constricted in my chest but in the best way possible. Since I grew some balls and approached Farron with my almost bullying tactics explaining that we were going to happen, there was a small part of me that was having doubts. Despite the heated looks, the hot kisses, and the desperation in her eyes each time I touched her, I feared that Farron found my overbearing ways a little too much to handle, especially after practically dry humping her last night. That she could only see our age difference and decide it was too much of an issue for us, or that her having a kid was off-putting to me. The latter I think I had put to rest, Dillion and I were in the friendship zone already, and I really liked the young bloke. In fact, I intended to speak to Noxx and Drixx about going hunting one weekend and taking Dillion with us as long as Farron had no objections.
Pulling on the reigns, I brought Herc to a stop and quickly slid off his back, doing the same with Farron until she was standing on the ground with me, her backed up to the horse’s side.
“We were always meant to happen Farron, I believe that all the way to my soul. You don’t go through what I went through and survive it for nothing. Just like you didn’t survive your marriage only to stay miserable and alone, not including Dillion in this, of course,” I quickly added before she had a chance to argue with me.
“I firmly believe someone up there,” I pointed to the sky, “had a plan and that included you and me meeting.”
“Even though it took you a year to talk to me,” Farron sassed, rolling her eyes at me.
“Yes, thank you for the reminder, again,” I laughed, then pulled her closer to my chest, her t-shirt did nothing to disclose her peaked nipples through the thin material, making me groan when they came into contact with my skin through my open shirt. Thank god for hot sunny days and me not buttoning my shirts in the warmer weather.
Farron’s smirk slipped from her lips, her tongue peeking out to l
ick at the plump morsels. Goddamn, was I going to be spending the rest of my life groaning and trying to control my dick around this stunning woman? I guess there were worse things a man had to deal with, but I was certain half of them weren’t as lucky as my brothers and me.
“Would you … can you … is it okay if you … kiss me again?” Farron stumbled on her words, making her cute as hell, but there was no need for her to be nervous around me, and she sure as hell didn’t need to ask me to kiss her with trepidation or worry. Kissing her last night … fuck me what she did to me with just a few heated kisses. I wanted to spend days on end lost in her sweet lips and catching her soft, horny moans in my mouth.
Shuffling my legs apart to get closer to her height, I pulled her deeper into me, one hand on the small of her back and the other speared into her soft, short, wavy hair.
“The day you have to ask me to kiss you is the day you need to kick me in the arse Farron. Whenever the need hits you, all you have—” my words were cut off by soft lips slamming onto mine, little moans of delight echoing past her lips and into me.
Crushing her to me, I took over control of the kiss, moving my mouth over hers this way and that, no real expertise, just raw wanting and a craving need to get her taste all over my tongue. Farron was like my own personal crack, one taste and I was hooked, ruined for life. It was her or nothing, no one else would do.
Seconds ticked by, then minutes, as we stood there not more than a kilometre into our ride, kissing like randy teenagers. This wasn’t how I planned for today to go, well, not right away. Sunday’s were Farron’s days off from the restaurant and mainly spent with Dillion. I wanted to be part of those times from now on, as much as Farron wanted me to be with her. Dillion spent the night at a mate’s, and when I called Farron this morning to see how she faired after last night’s drinking, and she told me he wouldn’t be home till later in the afternoon, I rushed into town and picked her up. Sooner rather than later, we were going to have to talk about our living arrangements. Going into town wasn’t a hassle, but I wanted her and Dillion close to me. The fact we had not even slept together didn’t come into it, Farron was the one. The sooner we started our lives together, the better. Getting her to that way of thinking my only obstacle.
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