Jenny squirmed as Cal kneaded her cheeks sensually, pushing them together then rolling them apart. Her legs began to move restlessly on the bed, and she unknowingly pushed her butt into his meandering hands. Cal choked as she presented her ass more and more brazenly to him.
Strong hands slid to her hips and pulled her slowly to her knees. “Beautiful ass, Jenny. Makes me hard just looking at it.” One hand moved over her haunch and slid between to her humid core. She jerked when she felt his first touch to her sensitive clit. His fingertip glanced over the throbbing tip again and again, just a whisper of a touch that had her hips trying to follow his finger.
“Open, Jenny. Spread your legs for me, honey. Wider, Jenny.” He liked how she eagerly followed his direction. He might be teasing her a bit, but he was about to burst too. Just one thing first.
Her loud cry echoed in the still night as his tongue flicked her swollen clit. “Mmmm,” he murmured, his hands holding her cheeks apart so she was completely exposed to his gaze. And tongue. She tried to pull away, the sensation almost too intense, but he held her firmly and began to flick her clit in earnest. He discovered that she hummed when he lapped at her clit, but she squealed when he flicked the ultrasensitive pearl from side to side. And now he made her feel his intention to tease her to orgasm. His mouth was pressed against her pussy, his tongue relentlessly flicking the very tip of her ruby-red nub this way and that. He felt the button swell under his tongue and sped up until her cries were continuous and she let out a scream as she came.
“I can’t wait,” he groaned and pushed his thick cock into her spasming pussy. “Oh Christ, you feel fantastic. Your pussy is killing me.”
The tip of his cock hit a sensitive spot inside her, and her muscles clamped again on his straining dick. His hands gripped her hips as he powered into her wet channel again and again, then draped over her back as he felt the first tingles of his orgasm. His strong hands cupped her jiggling breasts and pulled on her thick nipples. He felt her inner muscles milking him and knew she was going to come again. Her hips thrust wildly back against him and he gave her answering deep thrusts. Then he started whispering in her ear.
“I’ll never get enough. You’re so tight I have to fight to get inside you. Your honey pours over my cock when I pull your nipples. Are you going to come again for me, Jenny? God, yes, milk my cock Jenny, squeeze my cock. Just like that. Yes, yes, come, Jenny,” he groaned, then came himself with a hoarse shout as he felt her muscles clamp down sharply on his throbbing cock. Spurt after hot spurt filled her, triggering another orgasm. He felt her shudders, and then they fell, exhausted, to the bed.
He curled up behind her, and she pulled his arm around her, cupping his hand around her breast. “I love you,” she whispered, already half asleep. He wasn’t sure he heard her right but felt pure joy anyway. He gave her a tight squeeze then settled in behind her. He could really get used to this.
Chapter 3
When Cal woke again, his bed was empty. He glowered, wondering where Jenny was and why she wasn’t cuddled up next to him. He’d gone to sleep with a goddess and woken up alone. She was gone already. This is exactly what he thought would happen. No, his inner voice argued, this is what you were afraid would happen. Wanting an answer, Cal threw on the clothes he found on the floor and stalked out of the room. The door to Jenny’s room was closed, and a quick glance inside confirmed it was exactly how he’d left it last night. Now more confused than upset, he headed downstairs and relaxed as the first aromas of breakfast wafted up to him.
He found her frying bacon and scrambling eggs. A pot of her favorite coffee sat on the table with a small mountain of toast. He frowned briefly as he noticed the table set for three, but ignored it in favor of stepping up behind her and nuzzling her neck.
She tilted her head, encouraging his warm kisses. “Morning, gorgeous. Sleep well?”
He snorted, “What little sleep you let me have was great. The rest of the night was pretty spectacular, too.” He turned her to face him and asked the question burning in his gut. “Truth, Jenny…any regrets?”
“Only that we waited so long.” She gave him a quick peck. “No regrets. None. Never.”
She turned back to the stove, and he let out a silent sigh of tremendous relief. He moved to the table and poured two cups. He fixed it as she liked and brought it to her at the stove, then motioned to the table. “Who’s the third?”
“Will,” she answered, “I called him yesterday and asked him to join us for breakfast. I didn’t think you’d mind. I worry he’s a bit lonely.” No sooner were the words out than Will’s old truck rumbled down the laneway. The older man, looking strong and fit, climbed the porch steps and took a giant step over Swiss Miss, who’d parked her furry carcass directly in front of the door.
“You sure that thing isn’t dead?” Will groused. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her move.”
Cal ignored the barb and welcomed Will into his home. “Glad you could come.”
Will harrumphed. “Not sure there was much choice. Your filly called me and told me to be here for breakfast. Even the roosters are still asleep, dammit.”
Jenny laughed and bumped his shoulder teasingly as she put the plate of bacon on the table. “Stop moaning, old man, and just eat.”
Will watched her wordlessly for a minute, then gave her a wink and tucked into his breakfast.
Cal watched the scene with interest and noticed that Jenny looked pleased to be called his woman. Almost as pleased as he was to be with her.
* * * *
As the days passed, they fell into a natural domestic harmony. Cal woke her most mornings for an energetic round of lovemaking before heading downstairs to have breakfast with Will and, more often than not, Tony. After, she trained with the newer, injured animals in the morning and then exercised her core stable of horses in the afternoon. Everyone met up back at the house for lunch, the table often groaning under the weight of Jenny’s offerings. Late dinners were always a rowdy affair, with Eddie, Tim, and Tony fighting for attention while Jenny, Cal, and Will watched with varying degrees of amusement and feigned resignation.
Jenny and Caliente set out every day after lunch to explore the narrow trails winding up the snow-capped mountains, weaving through vibrant green hillsides dotted with wildflowers and splashing through a clear creek. The trails often led through other farmers’ fields, and Jenny soon got to know each one. She and Caliente would stop to chat briefly with the families before heading over to visit Will. He harrumphed each time they showed up, but she noticed he began waiting for them at the house with refreshments for her and a sweet carrot for Caliente when he thought she wasn’t looking. She was sure it wasn’t a coincidence that Caliente began to pick up his pace when they headed in the direction of Will’s house.
She’d been in town often enough with Will and Cal that she was a familiar face there, too. When she got a call one morning that an order Cal placed was in at the grocery store, she made a list of needed items and headed for her truck. Jenny was used to taking Napoleon with her on errands back home, so she put a halter on the tiny horse and headed into town with her cheeky equine companion.
Napoleon loved attention and seemed to go out of his way to make sure the locals knew he was there. She heard the kids’ squeals and pounding feet before she saw them running toward her little dictator. The children were openly excited to see the unusual animal, who accepted his due adoration with haughty disdain. Jenny patiently let the kids pet Napoleon, who preened and nickered under the attention.
No communication system in the world rivals a small town grapevine, so the locals had known about Jenny staying at Cal’s since the day she’d arrived. She told the kids about her horses and gave a blanket invitation to visit whenever they wanted. Confident Napoleon was too happy basking in the Brubacher twins’ attention to bolt, Jenny left him untied and headed into the grocery store. She gathered some items, headed for the checkout and asked the cashier for Cal’s order. The skinny middle-aged woman w
ith an impossibly high beehive hairdo looked over her horn-rimmed glasses at Jenny. “You the girl staying out at the Carson farm?”
“Yes, I’m Jenny,” she introduced herself. “We spoke on the phone this morning.”
“You’re not gonna take advantage of him, are ya?” the woman asked suspiciously, smacking her gum.
Jenny fought the urge to laugh when she saw the serious look on Mildred’s face. “No, ma’am. I won’t.”
The cashier gave her another long look before nodding her giant head curtly. Mildred reminded Jenny of a lollipop, and she watched in fascination to see if the woman would be pulled over by the sheer weight of her hair. “Okay, then. He ordered some things that finally came in. Can ya take this to him?”
“Sure. How much do I owe you?” she asked, pulling bills from her wallet.
Mildred gave her the total and smiled in approval when Jenny paid her directly instead of putting it on Cal’s tab. “Here ya go,” she said, adding a pound of Jelly Belly Jelly Beans and two pounds of Starbucks’s Komodo Dragon coffee to Jenny’s bag.
“What’s wrong?” Mildred asked, looking into the bag curiously. “Don’t ya like jelly beans? He said ya did.”
Jenny nodded absently, still staring into the bag. “Yeah, I do. A lot.” She asked when he’d ordered them and learned it was a few days before he invited her down. He must have ordered them hoping she would come and stay.
She gave the woman a broad smile and went out to collect Napoleon, who was prancing back and forth between the laughing twins. Jenny smiled at their enjoyment and asked them to walk the horse back to the truck. Jake Brubacher lifted him into the cab and was rewarded with a lip nibble to his cheek. With a final scratch, the twins closed the door and waved good-bye. I really like these people, she thought as she drove home. Huh. Home.
* * * *
Cal was tired when he entered his bedroom that night, but perked up at the scene before him. Jenny was lounging on the bed in a lacy emerald corset that did wondrous things for her breasts and matching panties, reading a mystery novel he bought her and eating jelly beans. She smiled mischievously and crooked her finger at him. His eyes were glued to her full breasts as they spilled over the top of the corset, her nipples playing peek-a-boo through the green lace. He sat on the bed, mesmerized when she sat up to reach for him.
“You ordered me jelly beans,” she murmured, “So thoughtful.” She stroked his face, laughing softly at his obvious interest in her breasts. “Hungry?” she asked with a lifted brow, then dropped jelly beans in her décolletage.
Cal gripped her waist and pulled her up on her knees until her firm mounds were level with his mouth. She gasped as he placed hot sucking kisses to upper breasts and held his head firmly to her body. She ran her fingers through his thick hair, arching into him when his tongue swiped into the lingerie to snag a candy.
His thumbs ran along the leg elastic of her panties, and he felt her twitch at his touch. He slid his thumbs under the panties and gently glided them over her nude lips. She jerked hard at the sensation then leaned into him for more. He pulled his mouth from her breast, his fingers still manipulating her vagina, and looked into her dilated eyes.
“Show me,” he murmured. “Show me your beautiful nipples.”
He heard her sharp intake of breath and held his own while she clumsily tried to lower the corset. She finally just pulled the boned cups under her mounds and let them showcase her bounty. Cal’s mouth watered as he pressed gentle, moist kisses on her nipples. He watched with satisfaction as her nubs thickened and turned berry red. He pressed more butterfly kisses on her mounds until she grabbed his head and pulled him to her nipple. He gave the nub a quick lick before sucking it into his hot mouth.
Cal worked her underwear slowly over her hips and down her legs. He moved her until he could remove them entirely, then undressed himself. He laid back on the bed, pulling her over him. She straddled his hips and sat back on his thighs. His thick cock laid flat against his belly, and she used her hands to slowly masturbate his silky member. Her fingers weren’t soft and smooth, but roughened by farm work, reminding him that she fit so perfectly in his life. She watched his face as she continued to massage his cock, her thumb swirling the thick bead of cum around his sensitive head. He jerked and moaned as her strokes became harder and faster.
Worried he’d come before getting inside her, he pulled her hips over his groin until his head slipped between her plump lips. He thrust shallowly, letting her tight channel open to accept him. Bit by bit, she took him into her hot wet pussy until they were pressed together.
“Holy shit,” he whispered as he bottomed out inside her. He wiggled his hips experimentally, and she gasped in appreciation. Her hands on his thighs, her breasts were thrust out even further. “You’re gorgeous. A wet dream.” She only wore the corset, her nipped waist, naked pussy, and jiggling breasts on full display. He could come just looking at her. She jerked her hips faster and moaned loudly as his cock head rubbed a sensitive spot inside. He thrust harder, letting his own groans fill the room.
His fingers spread her pussy lips, and she gasped when his thumb pressed her clit. Her movements became rougher as he pressed more firmly on her swollen button, and he felt her honey flow over his cock head. He sat up suddenly and suckled on her nipple. He stared into her eyes as he pulled on her sensitive nub, heard her moaning that he suck harder, harder, then watched as she came with a sharp jerk and loud scream. His own climax flashed through him, and he ejaculated stream after stream into her channel.
She collapsed on him, spent, and felt his arms hug her to him. He rolled her to her side, retrieved a cloth from the bathroom, and gently cleaned her before throwing the cloth on the floor. He nestled in behind her, his arm coming over her and closing his hand securely over her breast. She was half asleep when she heard him mutter that he’d have to be sure to order more jelly beans. He felt her whole body shake in laughter when he muttered he’d have to be sure to get more jelly beans. He could get used to this.
* * * *
Jenny frowned at the glop in the Dutch oven, annoyed it hadn’t turned out at all like the glossy photo in the cookbook. She absently answered the phone as she reread the recipe directions. “Hello,” she said distractedly, testing the stew for spiciness.
“Hi, Scarlett Rose. It’s Mom.”
“Hey, Mom, how are things going at Aunt Cathy’s?”
She heard Becky laugh. “Well, I think Natey forgot what it’s like to live with his sister, and they may well kill each other before this is over. How are things at Cal’s?”
Jenny shrugged. “Pretty good. He’s been really sweet. I’m a bit bored though.”
“Cause you can’t do the kids’ therapy program?”
“Yeah, I really miss them. Cal’s farm is just too far so there’s stuff I just can’t do here, you know? .”
“Well,” Becky dragged out, “then I have good news. You got a letter from the university today. You got into the assistant vet program!”
Jenny squealed and jumped up and down. “I’m in? I got into university? Yes! I can’t wait to start. Read me the letter!.”
* * * *
Cal couldn’t believe how much it stung hearing Jenny tell her mom she was bored at his place. With him. He forced himself to go through the motions at dinner, answering in all the right spots and thanking her for the meal afterwards but Cal had to get away from her and he made an excuse to go out to the barn as soon as possible.
He wanted to be alone. Needed to be alone. Only then did he allow himself to the feel the pain of her words. Hurt and disappointment seared his stomach, and he actually felt nauseous at the knowledge that she was unhappy here. With him. That she couldn’t wait to leave. God, he’d known this would happen. How could he let himself believe anything else?
Cal wanted Jenny to feel at home on the ranch, but clearly she was bored. She wanted to leave. He’d thought she felt comfortable here, but he’d fooled himself.
He was such an idiot.
He let himself dream, and he was going to pay for it. Everyone left, he should know that. At just the thought of her leaving, he felt despair and loneliness descend on him like a heavy blanket. He’d been alone so long, had gotten used to feeling numb, he should have just let it be. Why, God, why did he let himself feel something? He was an idiot, and now, he was almost overwhelmed by his feelings for Jenny.
When he couldn’t hide out in the barn any longer, he wiped a few stray tears from his cheeks and fisted his trembling hands. When he got back inside, he headed straight to bed, pleading exhaustion. A jubilant Jenny, whipping up a batch of cookies, didn’t notice his mood. He looked around the bedroom dejectedly, then turned off the light, prepared for a miserable night.
Cal laid there as long as he could, feeling her beside him, before he gave up and left their bed. He looked around the bedroom and saw subtle touches of her everywhere. Her clothes in his laundry hamper, her earrings on his dresser, the window open because she liked to sleep in a cool room. His stomach clenched when he thought how much he’d miss these simple things. Time to start protecting himself. Today.
He barely spoke at breakfast, and he could feel Jenny’s confusion at his distance. He grimaced at the hurt he saw on her face, but didn’t acknowledge it. Ending it now would be easier on them both in the long run. He left the kitchen without kissing her and headed to the barn to work off his guilt at hurting her. She would be gone in another few weeks, he rationalized, and she would move on to another relationship. He tamped down the pain and jealousy that thought caused him.
Cal pointedly avoided Jenny all morning, earning him hostile glares from Eddie. The man had always been protective of Jenny, and Cal wondered if they might come to blows. He hated himself when he felt her hurt glances but felt certain that this was best for them both. So it was in a mood of self-loathing that he entered the kitchen for lunch and saw what she’d done. And in that moment, he felt a genuine moment of anger. Jesus, she’d invited them all to lunch again. He was never alone. There were always people around them. God, another communal lunch to look forward to.
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