by J. L. Beck
She gave me a hungry look, a look that said she wanted me to eat her.
“Are you hungry, baby?” I nibbled at my bottom lip. She nodded her head yes, before shoving away from the table, sauntering over to where I sat. I scooted the chair back, making room for her so that she could sit on my lap. It was when she started to pull her panties, and black yoga pants down that my already stiff cock turned to steel.
“I’m hungry for you, Reid. I want your cock inside of me, owning me.” She turned, placing her hands against the table while bending over with her ass jutted out. I resisted the urge to growl and instead shucked my pants to the floor. I pulled the black box out of the pocket of my jeans and situated it next to me on the floor.
“You’re drenched, kitten.” I announced, dipping a finger between her wet folds. She was soaked for me and clearly turned on by my cooking skills.
“I want you.” She muled as I dropped to my knees giving her one hard lick from the top of her ass to her clit.
“Bad enough that you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” I questioned flicking the tip of my tongue against her swollen clit.
“God, fuck yes.” She cried out, gyrating her pussy against my face. Her juices coated my tongue, but I wasn’t going to end things here.
“Turn around, kitten.” I ordered, grabbing the ring box. She turned around slowly, her eyes meeting mine instantly.
“I’ve wanted you to be my wife since the night you called me and told me you were carrying my child. I knew then, there would never be another woman for me. You were it. My all, my everything till death do us part.” I held myself together, watching as she lifted a hand to her mouth to stifle the cry that wanted to escape her lips.
“Reid. Oh my God.” I popped the box open, showing her the two-carat diamond engagement ring. It wasn’t much compared to what others gave their spouses, but it was enough.
“Will you do me the honor of marrying my crazy ass?” I licked my lips, fear spiraling deep in my belly. There was a chance she could say no, there was always a chance something could go wrong, that was the thing about life, it was never known what would happen next.
She nodded her head yes, and I slipped the ring onto her finger, lifting her up in my arms and sinking all eight inches of my cock into her tight hole. She was soaked with need, and I was hungry for her, starving for her touch, for her kisses, for her.
“Reid.” She cried out as I upped my pace, my cock sinking deep into her channel. Her legs shook as I held her in place against the counter.
“I love you, kitten. I fucking love you.” I whispered into her ear as pleasure like I never felt before shot through me. Her pussy clenched around me and her head fell back against the cabinet.
“I love you too, Reid, fuck do I love you.” She cried out, her pussy convulsing as she fell apart around me. I upped my pace, until the pleasure grew too great, and my balls felt tight with my release. Then I shot my load deep inside of her holding her in place against the counter, our pants were the only thing that could be heard.
“Are we still going to go out?” Bridget questioned as I pulled out of her, my cock ready for another seven rounds.
I smirked, pulling my jeans on before her father got here and saw us fucking in the kitchen. “Of course. I asked Ellie if she wanted more siblings earlier and she said at least five so we better get to fucking, kitten.”
She smiled, but a zing of excitement showed in her eyes. She loved me, and she wanted more kids.
Fuck. I had the greatest woman in the world as my own.
THE END
Read on for a look at Farm Boy
PROLOGUE
Drew
The smell of smoke filtered into my nostrils and I opened my eyes a second later but couldn’t see a thing.
What the hell?
The crackling sound of the flames burning through wood filled my ears well violent screams of my grandpop and grandma followed. Jumping from my bed I ran up the stairs to the basement door to try to open it, heat searing through my fingers as I gripped the iron door handle in my hands.
An orange glow beamed underneath the door through the crack tellin’ me the fire was already engulfing the house. I didn’t have much time.
Pushing the panic down I ran over to my closet and grabbed a baseball bat, then hopped on my bed, to bust the window just above my bed out so that I could escape. I swung the bat once and the end shattered the glass into a million tiny pieces.
On shaky legs, I climbed through the broken glass in the window, feeling the shards as they cut into my arms and stomach. Each slice was a reminder that I was still alive, and I needed to get movin’ to save grandma and grandpop.
“Get up!” A voice hollered. My body ached, and there was a pounding behind my eyes. I felt like I had drunk an entire bottle of whiskey, even though I hadn’t touched an ounce of alcohol. I shoved from the hay mound, the nightmares were still plaguing me.
“I…. I’m sorry.” I popped an eye open, the bright sun overhead burnin’ through my retinas.
“You've gotta stop doin’ this, Drew.” Collin’s scolded. This was the third time I’d been caught in his barn, and I’d have felt bad had it not been so cold last night.
“I’m sorry, sir. I promise it won’t happen again.” I was so fed up with this life, ever since the… I couldn’t even finish the thought, there was no point in thinkin’ about shit ya couldn’t change. I stood up and wiped the small pieces of hay off my clothes and slipped my feet into my boots.
“You lookin’ for work, boy? I know of somethin’ for ya that’d keep ya outta trouble.” Collin’s pulled out his old flip phone from the front pocket of his t-shirt. I nodded yes. I wasn’t gonna beg for a place to stay but I also wasn’t gonna object to nothin’ either.
“It’ll just take a quick call.” He punched in the numbers on his phone and after a brief moment he said, hello to whoever was on the other end.
“You still lookin’ for help, sir?” There was a short pause. “Okay, cause, I got a young man here, the late Weston’s grand boy. He could help ya out.” His voice trailed off into a whisper and that was when I assumed he was talkin’ about findin’ me sleepin’ in his barn. I wasn’t proud of it by any means but it wasn’t like I done any harm.
Mr. Collin’s shut his phone and placed it back into the pocket of his t-shirt.
“You got anything other than your boots for transportation?” He eyed me up and down with a look of concern.
“Yes, sir. I gotta a truck but I ran out of gas, it’s parked up the hill.” I hung my head low, not wantin’ any sympathy or hand outs and it pained me to think that I actually needed help. I’d been a hard worker my whole life, striving for good grades, helpin’ my grandparents whenever I could.
Mr. Collin’s walked over to a cabinet under his workbench and grabbed an old gas can, then he walked back over to me and extended his arm out offering the gas.
“It's just about full, should be enough to get you to the Houzner’s farm.”
The Houzners… I tried to think of whom it was that I knew by that name but nothin’ rung a bell, but then again I was all out of sorts bein’ homeless now.
“Thank you, sir. Anything you need me to do ‘round here before I leave, to pay for the gas?” I offered politely, willin’ to do what I could to give back.
“You can take the trash can that's sittin’ next to the house to the end of the drive on your way up there.” Mr. Collin's grabbed a toothpick from his pocket and slid it into his mouth.
“Thank you, sir.” I reached for the gas can with one hand and shook his hand with the other.
“Stay outta trouble, boy, and don’t you dare worry about bein’ caught in the barn sleepin’. We all go through tough spots in life, it’s about movin’ on from ‘em and gettin’ through the tough stuff.” He firmly shook my hand, and gave me a soft smile. I didn’t deserve his kindness, but I wasn’t gonna be anythin’ but kind to those that gave back to me.
“Yes, sir.” I grab
bed my Stetson hat and placed it on top of my head before leaving.
After taking the trash to the end of the drive, I walked a ways down the road and up a hill to where my truck had stalled. I emptied the gas can into my tank, hopped in the truck, and started it. It roared to life, causin’ a smile to pull at my lips. Now, all I’d have to do is make a good impression on Mr. Houzner and everythin’ would be just fine.
Putting the truck into drive, I made my way down the road and in the direction of the Houzner’s farm.
I might not be able to outrun the nightmares that plagued me, but I had to make a life for myself. I wasn’t gonna beg, or plead for anythin’.
***
I pulled down the long driveway, tires crunchin’ over the gravel, my palms sweatin’ as I gripped the steering wheel. My heart was poundin’ in my ears as I rounded the corner, the larger white farmhouse comin’ into full view.
A sign that said Houzner and Family Farm hung from a gate off to the right.
Family? I dug through my memories tryin’ to recollect if there had been a Houzner back in high school with me? Houzner. I repeated the name over and over in my head, knowin’ it sounded familiar, but just couldn’t place my finger on it.
The driveway ended, and I parked the truck next to an orange Allis Chalmers. I took a deep calming breath, to gather my wits before gettin’ out of the truck. I needed this job dammit.
As I tried to calm my nerves, my eyes honed in on a brown haired bronze beauty in a flowy sundress and cowboy boots, carryin’ a thick textbook by her side.
I’d remember a beauty like that, wouldn’t I?
My cock jumped at the thought of her sassy mouth tellin’ me off like she most definitely would. She reminded me of a firecracker, the second somebody’d light her up she’d go off. Not givin’ damn about who or what stood in her way. I could tell just by eyein’ her up and down, that she was a little pistol and needed to be handled by a man that knew how to work a loaded gun.
CHAPTER ONE
MILLIE
I knew trouble when I saw it, and Drew Weston was trouble, a whole six feet, two hundred fifty muscled pounds of it. My eyes stayed glued to the big picture window that overlooked the front yard as my daddy walked up to him. It wasn’t every day that a man like Drew showed up at your house.
I had known him from high school, and though he was handsome as hell, he had the temper of a wild stallion. The thought of him raving me until I was nothing more than heaping mess crossed my mind.
What the hell? Obviously, the attraction was there, but I knew better than to cross the line with a man like him.
“Seriously, Millie, get away from the window,” My sister Nora whisper yelled at me as she fixed Daddy up breakfast. It was just him, Nora and I, living in this giant farmhouse now. Momma had passed away from breast cancer months ago and it was rough keeping things going. Hell, sometimes I wondered how we managed all of it, the cooking, the cleaning, the farming. It was yet another reminder of how much Momma was still needed around here.
“I’m nineteen, Nora…” I gave her the same snarky attitude she gave me, my eyes moving from the window, and instead, to her displeased face.
“Nineteen doesn’t make you old enough to be eyeing up the new help.” She narrowed her eyes. It hit me then what she had said.
“New help? Daddy didn’t hire Drew, did he?” I questioned. Drew had always sparked a curiosity deep in my belly and parts of me were scared of him while others tingled at the sight of him. Nora stared at me for a long second before answering.
“Rider just quit, and Leo is struggling to stay on top of everything. Daddy needed the help, or he was going to have to sell some of the property.” I could hear the anguish in her words. Nora and I didn’t know what we were going to do with the farm once Daddy passed away, but we knew we didn’t want the land going to no city folk so that they could build another strip mall.
I frowned, “Why didn’t y’all tell me that?” I had been attending classes at the local technical college in town, and I was sure that was half of the reason Nora nor Daddy had said anything.
Nora shrugged, “We didn’t want you to worry and plus it ain’t your problem. You’ve got enough on your plate with exams and…”
“You’ll fit right in, Drew…” Daddy’s voice carried up the porch and into the kitchen where both Nora and I were. Fire filled my belly for some strange reason as Daddy and Drew both entered the space.
“We’ve got a new worker, girls. This here is Drew Weston.” Daddy introduced us, though I already knew Drew. His dark brooding eyes pierced mine, sending shivers down my spine. He was rugged looking, with a slight scruff that marred his chin, and cheeks. His jaw was tight as if he was grinding his teeth together, and his well-built frame was giving off a vibe that said do not approach me.
I wanted to laugh.
“Nice to meet you, Drew.” Nora greeted him with a smile before nudging me in the side. I should’ve said the same thing as Nora, but I wasn’t the good girl. I wasn’t the one who listened to every word Daddy said.
I gazed up at Drew his eyes seeming to grow darker, before I realized that everyone was staring at me.
“Yeah, nice to meet you.” I mumbled, as I plucked a piece of bacon off a plate that Nora had placed on the table. She gave me the Wicked Witch of the West eye, but I didn’t care. She couldn’t scare me.
“Drew here says he went to school up at Croc High.” Daddy’s eyes shifted between the two of us and suddenly it started to get awkward.
“Oh, yeah. I don’t really remember him.” I shrugged, playing it off. I could see the flame in Drew’s coffee brown eyes flicker. He didn’t like the idea of a woman not remembering him.
“Hmm, well that’s too bad. He’s a member of the family now, so you’ll need to treat him like one.” I couldn’t hide the shock as my eyes grew to the size of saucers.
“What do you mean?” Confusion laced my words as Drew and Daddy took a seat at the circular dining room table.
“What he means is, I’ll be staying with y’all for a while. If that’s okay?” Drew’s voice was low and gravelly, like sand running through rocks. It made my body tingle and my thighs warm. He couldn’t mean what I thought he was saying, could he?
“Don’t be talking no nonsense. We talked about this a few minutes ago. You’ll stay here so long as you offer help.” Daddy’s voice held a warning, and the look on his face all but dared Drew to push the matter.
“Yes, sir…” Drew didn’t question, or gripe another moment about the conversation. He just went about making himself a plate, just like Daddy. I, well I stared in amazement at them for a long moment before taking the seat directly across from the new help.
“How are classes going?” Daddy jumped right into another conversation as if the last one had ended already.
“They’re good.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of Drew. His large hands gripped the fork tightly and I wondered for a second what it would feel like to have his hands gripping me.
“That’s good, sweetheart. Keep up those grades and you’ll be a veterinarian in no time.” I smiled, nodding my head yes. I knew what it took to get the job I wanted, it was Daddy who didn’t. He thought I could take a two year degree course and be done. What he didn’t know was that I had years of schooling to go to.
“Veterinarian? You like animals?” Drew piped up, one thick brown eyebrow raised in question. I licked my lips. The tone of his voice was condescending, and I wondered if Daddy or Nora could tell.
I narrowed my eyes, grabbing another slice of bacon. “Yeah, I like animals. If I didn’t, I don’t think being a veterinarian would be a good idea, right?” My response was a bit smart assish, but it was the least I could give him for talking to me in such an asshole manner.
Daddy cleared his throat, and Nora’s eyes went wide.
“I suppose so, though, I think you need like six…” I cut him off that second, refusing to get into this conversation with Daddy so early in the morning.
“I know how long it’s going to take, and the kind of grades I need. There ain’t no need to put your nose where it ain’t needed.” I huffed narrowing my eyes at him. He smirked, actually fucking smirked, and a smidge of his perfectly straight white teeth appeared out of the corner of his mouth.
“Millie Louise…” Daddy raised his voice, and I shoved from the table, my appetite was long gone now. Drew had ruined breakfast for me, and I had a hankering that he would ruin other things for me as they came along.
“It was nice meeting you…” Drew hollered as I shoved through the screen door, my boot covered feet carrying me out toward the barn. I needed a couple of seconds to get my emotions under control, and then I would apologize just like the young lady I was. Dust kicked up as I ran down the path and into the barn. I climbed the creaky ladder to the hay loft and settled onto one of the bales, as I tried to calm my erratic heartbeat.
I had never reacted so rudely toward someone, and especially not in front of Daddy. It occurred to me then as I stared off into the rising sun that I had let Drew get the best of me. I had fed right into his meddling, and now I was the one that would have to explain my behavior, not him. I squeezed my eyes shut and sucked in a deep breath, the smell of hay, and fresh air filled my nostrils.
He wouldn’t be staying forever, not if I had something to do about it.
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