“You’re here,” I gasp in shock with my hand clutching in shock to my chest.
“You sound surprised.” He cocks his head and examines me through narrowed eyes.
I don’t know how to tell him without offending him that I am surprised that he’s back. Much as last night was amazing, and the best night of my life, there was never any suggestion between us that it was going to be more than a one time thing. But if I say that aloud, I’m basically calling him a man whore. I don’t know how well that will go down!
“I just have to finish up here,” I change the subject instead. “I hope that’s okay? It shouldn’t be too much longer.” I glance down at myself and cringe when I see how grubby I am from a long, hard day in the dirt. It certainly isn’t my best look! “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting company.”
He leans down and gives me a soft and gentle kiss on my lips. It’s so romantic that my heart flutters as we connect. “I have brought some food and I wanted to use your kitchen to make you something for dinner, if you don’t mind?” He sends me a wink so I know his comment is made in jest… not that I feel offended anyway. I know my kitchen is basic, that’s just how I like it. “You’ll have time to finish up here, have a shower if you want, maybe even check in on your dad if needs be…”
I freeze. Does he know that my dad is sick? The whole town knows, it isn’t one of those things that can be kept secret, but I know that my father is a proud man who wouldn’t want everyone to be talking about him. This illness he has kills him mentally more than anything else. It just isn’t right. His pride is the main reason he still lives alone and I’m in the cottage. I’m near, so I can help him, but he doesn’t feel like a burden on my life.
“What do you mean?” I ask slowly and carefully. It’s instantly obvious from the expression on his face that he knows. “Who told you?”
His eyes flicker downwards towards the ground before he answers me, but at least what he says is honest. He knows that I won’t like it, but he says it anyway which makes him quite a rare breed. The men I know, even Rory to an extent, will just say what they think you want to hear. The honesty is refreshing.
“Erica, from the shop, but I promise I wasn’t asking after you. I just mentioned that I saw you playing and she started spouting all this stuff.”
Erica… someone I barely know. I don’t even speak to her much more than a ‘hello’ when I go into the store, but she thinks that she has a right to tell a stranger these private things about me. That’s what I hate about everyone knowing everything, they think my life is their own too. Sometimes it’s nice, but sometimes it’s suffocating.
“I’m sorry,” Brandon says again, making me realize that I’m pumping my fists by my sides in sheer anger. “I didn’t mean to involve myself, I know it isn’t right.”
“It’s not your fault,” I reply through gritted teeth. “Actually it’s fine. It doesn’t matter. I do need to pop to see Dad anyway. Maybe I’ll take a shower at his and be back down shortly.” I dip my hand into my pocket and pull out my keys. “You go inside, help yourself to whatever you need and I’ll be there soon.”
He takes the keys from me and walks away. As he goes I wonder if he’s only here as part of a pity thing. He was in the shop before Erica said anything, buying food for this meal I presume, but what if now he sees me as something different? Part of the reason I enjoyed spending time with him last night was because he didn’t know my story – only the bits I decided to share with him. He didn’t see me as anything other than a sexy woman who was worthwhile, who he found desirable.
Now, that might have changed and I don’t know what I’m going to about it.
“Well, Betty,” I say to my favorite sheep, the one who won’t be going to the slaughter house ever, no matter how bad things get. “I don’t know what’s going to happen now. I suppose I should give him a chance though, right? I should try and find out?” Betty doesn’t answer me, but of course she isn’t going to. She’s a damn sheep after all! “Let’s get you sorted then I can go and have a shower, get myself all mentally prepared for this craziness.” I sigh deeply. “I don’t think I’ll tell Dad about Brandon though, not yet. I don’t know how I feel about all of this and it’s bound to only be short term since he doesn’t even live here. There’s no point, is there, Betty? I don’t want to worry him over nothing.” I stare at her and nod as if she’s answered me. “Right, thanks for that advice. You’re the best friend a girl could ask for, even if you are a sheep who hasn’t actually said anything yet. Let’s go, I can’t put this off any longer. Time to have what I suppose is date number two…”
***
I feel a whole lot better once I’ve checked on my dad and washed myself up. More human, I suppose, and more ready to face what might be happening with Brandon head on. All day long he’s been swimming through my mind, I’ve been thinking about how good it felt to be with him and how I want to do it again, but I certainly didn’t think it’s happen.
“Ooh, my goodness, what are you cooking?” I ask as I push the door to my home open and I inhale the wonderful aromas that fill my nose. “Smells delicious.”
“It’s nothing exciting,” Brandon replies as he plates up. “It’s basically just chicken, boiled potatoes, and vegetables, but I had to work with what’s available in the shops.”
“Yeah.” I take my seat and look up at him. “It isn’t very well stocked, is it? You’ve done well though. When did you learn to cook?”
He pauses for a moment and sits opposite me. As he steels himself for what he’s going to say next I recognise the look in his eyes well. He’s about to say something that he doesn’t talk about much. Obviously, I get that because I often feel the same way when I have to discuss anything related to my life.
“Actually, I learned when I was fifteen years old, just after my mother ran off with one of my school friends.”
“What?” I interject, sounding more shocked than maybe I should. “I mean, wow… that’s dreadful. That’s just really awful.”
“It is what it is.” He shrugs, trying to act blasé but I can see right in to the depths of his soul. I can see this still sings even now. “She didn’t want to be with me and my father then and I guess it’s a decision that she’s happy with since she’s still with him now. As far as I know anyway, all I’m really aware of is the odd bits I see online.”
“You don’t talk to her anymore?” I reach across and rest my hand on his. In a way, this is something we have in common. He must feel like he’s lost his mother in a similar way to me.
“No, I don’t. I haven’t since then.” His tone is tight and hard. “It’s just been me and my father, and since he’s always been at work, and even losing his wife and becoming a single father didn’t change him, I had to be independent.”
“Is that why you work for him now?” I’m prying, I know it, but I’m just so interested to learn more about him.
“I guess so.” He pauses and bites down on his bottom lip. “I mean, it was kind of just the path that was laid out for me. It was expected of me, and I just went with it.”
“Do you love it? Is it what you want?”
“I… I do like it,” he says slowly. “But I don’t know if it’s the path I would have chosen for myself if given the option. I work well with it now though, it is what it is.”
It is what it is. That seems to be his motto for life. I wonder if he lets things happen to him because he doesn’t know how to change. Just like I’m stuck in my rut and I don’t know how to get out.
“Wow, that’s…” I gulp loudly and I try to work out what I should say next. I feel like I might want to tell him more about me. “It’s rough. I know my life is different, but my father’s MS,” I watch his face which doesn’t change. Erica clearly told him this part. I guess it means I don’t have to explain more, “means my life is controlled too. Just in a different way.” I sigh loudly, not regretfully because I don’t mind staying for my dad, but still it’s hard because everything has always been on hold. �
�He needs me to care for him, and I’m all he has left.”
“You’re a good person, I hope you know that.”
“Well, thank you. And I don’t know if it means anything but I think you’re a good person too. You’ve stuck by your family, even when things got tough.”
He looks shocked. “Wow, I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me before.”
I smile warmly at him, hoping he can see that I truly do mean it. “Well it’s true.”
As we eat I can see Brandon looking at me. At first I think the expression is one of an awe or maybe a little confusion, but then it changes. His face reminds me of how he looked on the night when we first met. When I was up on stage fantasizing about him like an insane person and he was undressing with his eyes. It makes me shiver. It makes me wonder where tonight will lead.
“So, tell me more about yourself Brandon Heath-Smith. I would love to learn everything about you.”
He muses upon this for a moment. “I don’t know what there is to tell really. I’m more of a workaholic than I always told myself I would be, and I… I haven’t ever committed to anything else.”
I wonder if he’s trying to let me know in a subtle way that he’s not in this for the long haul, which is just fine by me. I knew that before I even jumped in on that first night. The sexy stranger who sweeps through the bar while he’s in town on business, isn’t the man who sticks around forever more. He’s just the one for fun.
I grin. “Yeah, I guess I haven’t committed to anything else but work either. I guess it just is what it is.”
As I use his own catch phrase back at him he sees that I get it. We both know what this is and we need to enjoy it while the moment is here. It’ll only be a fleeting one so we need to make it magical while we can.
Chapter 8 – Brandon
“Did you want to take a walk?” Lola asks me sweetly once the conversation is over. “Take a look around the farm? I know it isn’t much, it certainly isn’t what it used to be when I was younger, but it’s still ours. It’s pretty cool. Or I think it is.”
“Sure, that sounds great.” Actually, I think I’d like to see more of her life. Even if this is only a short term thing. Plus, she looks cool in her denim skirt and her vest top. I’m sure if we go outside she’ll put those sexy as hell cowboy boots on as well. My heart rate instantly kicks up a notch as I think about her in that way again. “I think if you’re going to tell me more about your farm, you’ll have to wear a cowgirl hat though. Do you have one?”
She leans behind one of her chairs and she pulls one out, which causes fireworks to explode in my chest. She’s just so damn hot. How did I get so lucky? My luck only intensifies as she slides her gorgeous feet into those cowboy boots.
“Come on. Let’s go.”
As we walk through the door and out into the farm, a chill runs up and down my spine, but I don’t think it’s from the cold at all. I think it’s all to do with this gorgeous red head next to me. She points things out to me, showing me the animals and telling me all about how it used to be, back in the day, which gives me an insight into her childhood as well. I can see that when her parents were fine she had a happy time here, and I think she wants to cling onto that a lot… even if it’s never coming back.
It’s sweet, she’s lovely. I think I might secretly like her a little bit more than I should.
“And what’s this bad boy?” I ask as I pat my hand against some rusty metal that’s in the shed. “This looks like an interesting contraption.”
“You are joking, right?” She giggles disbelievingly at me. “That’s a tractor. There’s no way in hell that you’ve never seen a tractor before.”
I ignore her dig and continue talking. “Do you ride around the farm on this? I imagine that’s a sexy sight.”
“What me on this old thing?” She gives me a curious look. “Are you sure? I’m on it all the time and I will be until we finally can afford to hire some farm hands.”
“Wow.” I slide my eyes closed. “Yeah I can see it now. It’s incredible.”
As I head some clunking I snap my eyes back open to see Lola lifting herself up into the tractor. As she pulls herself upwards I get a glimpse of her red spotted cotton panties. Instantly I’m hard. This girl is like no one I’ve ever spent time with before. Usually the women I hang out with are prissy, only wanting to do things where others can see them to prove that they’re doing something exciting. If I was hanging out with a girl from the city, probably a hundred pictures would have made their way onto social media already. Their clothes would be perfect and no hair out of place. Perfect make up. Any pantie viewing would be completely on purpose… but Lola isn’t that way. She’s so carefree and sweet.
Damn, she’s getting right into my head and driving me wild.
“Like this?” She smirks at me while grabbing onto a steering wheel type device. Her hip pops out and she looks amazing. “Is this how you imagine it?”
“Mmm, yeah that looks good. Just like a fantasy girl.”
When Lola laughs at me, she flings her head back and lets the sound run free. “I don’t think I’ve ever been described as that before.”
What the hell is wrong with all the guys around here? There must be men, there must be some red blooded guys that fancy girls. There must be someone who would be attracted to Lola. Maybe she just doesn’t like them in the same way. Maybe that’s the problem.
“Hey, do you want to come up here with me? There are two seats.” She shifts across and pats the chair next to her. “See what it’s like up here in a tractor.”
I’m not dressed right to be plonking my butt onto a dirty old tractor, but I don’t care about that. I want to be next to Lola right now, I want to dive right into her world, so I do it. I yank myself up and I take the seat next to her.
“Hmmm, yeah it’s pretty cool up here.” I nod and agree with her. “I see why you like it.”
I turn my head to look at Lola and almost instantly desire jolts through me. I can see a deep lust dancing behind Lola’s gaze and it makes me wonder what the hell is going to happen here. Is she really thinking about that, here? I mean I’m definitely down for that, I’m always up for new experiences, especially with a girl so beautiful.
Fuck it, I can’t wait any longer. I cup my hand around her cheek and I pull her to me for a kiss. As her lips move against mine, the stirring in my underwear intensifies and drives me absolutely insane. I cross my left leg over my right and I slide my body closer to hers.
Eventually, I slide my hands up into her hair and I deepen the kiss. Then I move my mouth away from hers and I start to kiss her neck. Already she’s slick with sweat which I lick off with my tongue. I can feel her heart hammering against her rig cage which suggests she’s just as damn turned on as me.
“Oh, Lola,” I moan, letting my breath tickle across her skin. “Oh God.”
She seems to sense that I’m so full of lust that I’m willing to let her take control of the situation and she takes advantage of that. She pushes me back until I’m flat against the cold metal seat and she drops to her knees on the floor between my legs.
“What are you…?” I start to ask, but as she runs her tongue tantalizingly across her wet, plump lips. “Oh, fucking hell, Lola, you are killing me.”
Her fingers fiddle with the zipper on my trousers, brushing past my cock as she does, which stiffens my cock rock hard. I almost wonder if she knows what she’s doing and she’s driving me wild on purpose. My head falls back, my eyes slide closed, ragged intense breaths fall out of my mouth. I’m on fire, every single scrap of my body is hypersensitive and crazy. I almost don’t know what’s going on here.
Finally, she pulls me free and she grips onto my shaft tightly. I prize my eyes apart to glance down at her and the sight I can see is the sexiest fucking thing in my whole damn life. She’s looking up at me as she runs her hand all over me, and her wide eyes filled with sexual lust is wonderful. The fact that we’re on a fucking tractor in the middle of a shed in the mi
ddle of nowhere… well that just makes it even more insane. This gives it the thrill of us getting caught, with only a minute possibility of that actually happening.
“Oh fucking hell, Lola,” I rasp as she picks up the pace. “Oh shit.”
Then she causes my hips to buck by pressing her lips over my tip, soaking it with her lips. Her tongue darts out from between her lips and she licks me like I’m a damn lollypop or something. My fingers curl around the hard, uncomfortable chair beneath me and I grip so tightly that my knuckles turn white, just to keep myself steady.
As her mouth opens and she finally takes me in, right down to the back of her throat. I hit the back of her throat which makes her gag ever so slightly, but then she continues by tracing her mouth up and down me, flickering her tongue everywhere.
I’ve been in a similar position with many other chicks before, but there’s something about this time with Lola which is just so much better. I don’t know if it’s her plump lips, her soaking mouth, her wide eyes, or something else. Either way it feels phenomenal.
Just when I think it can’t get any better, Lola’s fingers trace along my thighs and with one of her hands she reaches down to tickle her fingers along my balls. It’s an unexpected, excitable sensation that runs right through my body and all the way to the end of my cock.
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