by Elisa Leigh
Hearing her story breaks my heart, but it also puts my life into perspective. No, things haven’t been perfect, but I have had it good compared to others. I’m thankful for every chance I’ve been given. Her story has put a fire in my drive to keep pushing forward with my dream. I shared with her about starting a catering side to the business, and she had hundreds of ideas on how to start it and the different things I could do to branch out. Leland better watch it, I’m going to end up stealing Donna from him one day.
By the time we make it back to the ranch, I’m fired up about baking. It’s been three days since I’ve baked for work and I’m ready to get back into it. I told Hal I would have an order of cinnamon rolls to him tomorrow morning, the same time as always. After making sure I was ready, he told me how excited his customers would be to learn the rolls were back on the menu.
“Whose truck is that?” I ask, looking at the brand-new version of the vehicle I’m sitting in that I parked right next to.
“Not sure,” Donna says beginning to pull some of the bags out of the back.
I must admit, driving Leland’s truck today was a lot better than my car, there’s a ton of room in the back to transport and make deliveries. One day I’m going to need to upgrade, to be able to manage my deliveries.
After all the groceries are put away Donna, and I get started on the orders for tomorrow. We even prep several trays of rolls we put in the freezer outside, that way I’m not doing as much prep work every night. When the last tray of chocolate chip croissants are in the oven, we take a break for some iced tea.
“Have you ever thought of ordering packaging with your name on it?” Donna asks while drawing in her notebook.
“Like what?”
“You could order boxes and stickers with your logo on them for when you deliver to your customers.”
“Yeah, I’m not that fancy. I don’t have a logo.”
She laughs. “I thought you might say that. What do you think of something like this?” She turns her notebook in my direction, and I’m stunned.
“Donna, where have you been hiding? This is fantastic! It’s so me.”
“If you like it I can make it up on the computer and show you what it looks like.”
“Yes! I’d love to see it. Thank you so much!”
“Now, it’s time for you to go take a shower and get prettified. Leland wants you ready by six-thirty.”
“Ready for what?
“I can’t tell you that part. I’d wear the plum dress that has matching heels though if I were you.”
“But what about in here?” I hold my arm out at the mess in the kitchen.
“I’ve got this. I’ll clean up and get everything prepped for tomorrow morning. Oh, and I’ll be here at six o’clock sharp. I’m going with you on deliveries.”
“You are? Why? Are you doing this because Leland asked you to?”
“I’m doing this because I want to see you succeed. Also, I’m hoping you ask me to work for you when you’re able to hire someone. You’ve got something great here Abby, and I want to be a part of it.”
“What about Leland?”
“I’m sure Leland and I can work it all out.” She winks at me. “Go get ready, I heard something about a reservation.”
“Donna, this is my first date. I’m going to be a complete disaster!” I hop up from my chair and start freaking out internally.
Donna takes me by the shoulders and leads me to my room, the one I’m now sharing with Leland. “You are going to be fine. Technically this is your third date. This one is just the out of the house kind.”
When we reach my room, she stops and turns me around. “Wear the purple dress, it will look amazing with your tan skin and blonde hair. And remember, make naughty choices that lead to very good things.”
My cheeks heat realizing what she’s talking about. I watch her leave and wonder why she hasn’t found a good man by now. Hmm, I wonder if Leland knows someone that would make her happy. I’ll ask him at dinner tonight. Dinner! I look at the clock, and it reads five-fifty. Holy cow I need to get in the shower if I want time to blow dry my hair and put on a touch of makeup. I grab the purple dress out of the closet along with the shoes that match. God, please don’t let me make a fool out of myself tonight. Some women can walk in heels, and some women can’t. I’m like a baby giraffe trying to find her legs.
With everything done, but putting on my dress, I leave the bathroom and find a single white rose laying on the bed with a card. I grab the card and carefully open it.
Abigail,
This is only one night out of the rest of our lives. I can’t describe to you how much you mean to me, but I hope I can show you. I’ll be waiting for you.
Forever Yours,
Leland
I stand the card up on our dresser and lay the rose down beside it after taking a minute to smell it. I know I’m such a girl, but it’s the first time I’ve ever been given a flower by a man I’m falling in love with. Oh, my goodness. I’m falling in love with him. I pull the dress over my head, and it fits against my skin, perfectly hugging my breasts, and flaring out at my hips. It falls several inches above my knees showing off a lot of skin. Stepping into my heels, I go to the bathroom and take a look at myself in the full-length mirror. Damn, Donna was right. This color looks great on me. I’ve never felt as beautiful as I do right now.
Feeling confident, I leave the bedroom and walk to the living room excited for my first date. I find Leland standing there in black dress pants, a white button-up shirt, wearing his cowboy hat and boots. He’s holding a bouquet of white roses wrapped with a purple ribbon and is staring at me like he’s ready to consume my soul.
Fourteen
Leland
“Wow, Leland you look amazing!” Abigail says as her eyes roam up and down my body, heat filling her blue eyes.
“Come here Beautiful.” Tonight, she doesn’t fight it, tonight she comes to me willingly. Donna has done a lot of things for me over the years, but I have never been more thankful for her than I am right now, looking at how amazing my woman looks. Abigail is smoking hot, and it's taking everything in me not to cancel our reservations and keep her here.
I clasp my hand around her neck and pull her in close. “You are more beautiful than these fucking roses Abigail. I wanted to shower you with beautiful things, but next to you they don’t compare.”
“I love them, Leland. They are beautiful. Please give me the flowers.” As soon as I hand them to her, she brings them to her nose and sighs as she walks into the kitchen with them. Abigail is quiet while she finds the crystal vase I already left out on the counter for the flowers. She drops the roses in and fills the vase with water, before setting them on the dining room table.
“You ready to go?” Abigail asks, sniffling and wiping her cheeks.
I walk over to where she’s standing and brush the hair out of her eyes. “You okay?”
She brings my hand up to her lips and kisses the top of it, before placing my palm over her heart. “Yeah, it’s just, I’ve never had anyone in my life before who treated me like you do. It’s hard to wrap my head around everything you do for me. You make me feel special. It’s like you lo…” She shakes her head.
“Like I what Beautiful?” I place my hand over hers. “Like I love you? Like I want to spend every waking moment ensuring you never feel sadness or pain? Because it’s true. It’s so fucking true. I knew I was going to marry you the minute I walked into Hal’s and saw you standing there. You are it for me Abigail Ryland. You are my only and forever. I love you.”
“I love you too Leland. Being with you is like finally being able to take a full breath or seeing a rainbow shining in the sun after the rain.”
Snaking my hand around her waist, I pull her flush to my front and kiss her, showing her with my mouth all the ways I want to love her with my body. I pull away before I take this any further. Tonight, isn’t about getting her naked in my bed. Tonight, is about loving her.
“There’s one
more thing. I want you to drive.”
“Me?” She asks, her head tilted to the side, looking like I’ve gone mad.
“You don’t have to, but we’ll take your vehicle if that’s okay.”
“I didn’t use all your gas Leland, I’m pretty sure there’s like half a tank left in your truck.” I laugh and guide her out of the house with my hand at her lower back. If I shifted my hand a few inches I’d be grazing her fantastic ass, but I’m a gentleman, and I don’t.
When we get out to the driveway, she looks at me quizzically. “Well, my car isn’t even here Leland. Did you leave it at the stables and take the Gator back?”
I toss her the keys to her new truck, and her eyes get huge. “No. Tell me you didn’t.” Big, fat tears drop down her cheeks. “You bought this for me?”
Nodding I walk her to the driver’s side and open the door. “I needed you safe Beautiful. Your car was almost twenty years old and on its last leg. You needed this. Hell, I needed this to be sane when you leave the house.”
I wipe away her tears with the pads of my thumbs. Searching her face, I silently hope she loves it. When she throws herself around my middle and hugs me tight. I know we’re going to be okay. “I love it, I really do. You’ve been showing me over and over what I mean to you, and I have nothing to give back.”
I slide my hands over her ass and pick her up, her legs circling my middle and set her in the driver’s seat. “Every day you give me you. That is all I need.”
Abigail cocks her eyebrow at me. “That’s all you need?” She asks, shifting her center against my stiff cock.
Damn, she’s really trying me. I grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger and lift her face, so she’s looking into my eyes. “Do that again, and we won’t make it to dinner little one. I’m trying my best not to throw you over my shoulder and march you into our room. The things I want to do to you have been driving me crazy for over a week. I’m barely hanging on, so if you want to go to dinner, be a good girl and unwrap your legs from around me.”
Slowly her legs fall from around me with a pout on her lips. Abigail turns and faces the front, getting a feel for her new truck. “Are you driving?”
She smiles at me and nods. I kiss her once, buckle her up and then close the door. She plays with her settings for a few minutes until she’s comfortable and able to drive. “Where are we going, big man?”
I take a page from her book and roll my eyes and sigh loudly, making her giggle. I love the sound of her laugh. “We have a seven-thirty reservation at Salvatore’s, do you know where that is?”
Her mouth gapes open before she finally gets ahold of herself. “Yes, that’s the nicest restaurant in town. Have you been there before?”
“Never, but I thought it would be a nice place to try with you.”
She smiles big and squeals. She pulls out of the driveway and turns down the main road. As we pass the spot where her car ran out of gas, she sighs happily. “I know you probably think I'm silly, but I am so stinking excited right now.”
“Why is that Love?”
“This is my first date.”
“I find that hard to believe. You are a beautiful woman Abigail. The guys you went to school with would have been idiots not to ask you out.”
She shrugs nonchalantly. “My Nana was kind of old school and was strict about dating. When she passed, I was more focused on going to school and working than worrying about guys. I never found anyone I was interested in, not until you.”
Fifteen
Abigail
“Thank you for dinner Leland. That was the best Italian food I’ve ever had.”
Leland holds my hand and walks us back to my truck. “You’re welcome Beautiful. My porterhouse was delicious, even if you did steal several bites.” He says, squeezing my hand playfully.
I rub my belly. “I couldn’t help it. I wanted to try everything, and your steak was the best, until the cannolis came out. Oh my God, I thought I died and went to heaven, so creamy and sweet. I need to learn how to make those.”
“I wouldn’t object to that. Do you want me to drive? I know you’re a little tired.”
“You just want to drive the new truck.” I accuse, laughing at Leland’s innocent smile, but then I yawn, “Yes please.”
Our drive home is quiet, the sounds of easy country music filling the silence between us. When we get home, Leland tells me he has a few things to take care of before coming to bed. That’s fine with me. I take the time and freshen up. I pull the covers down on the bed and am waiting for Leland, wearing nothing but my black lacy thong. I lay on Leland’s pillow, on my stomach and face the door.
I must have drifted off because the next thing I feel are Leland’s lips on the back of my thighs, licking and sucking a trail to my center. His firm hands grasp the cheeks of my ass, kneading my flesh. I shiver the higher his mouth gets to my instantly wet panties.
“I’ve been dying to get a taste of this sweet pussy of yours. I fear I’ll become more addicted to the taste of your cream than I am to everything else about you. My life will cease to exist, and I’ll live only to serve you.” He says in a gravelly voice.
The heat of his breath cascades against my butt and I lift myself up as an offering to him. Leland traces my lips with his nose, inhaling my scent. “Fuck Abigail. You fucking own me, and I don’t even know how it tastes, how it’s going to feel wrapped around my aching dick.”
“Find out Leland, take a taste.”
“A taste will never be enough when it comes to this pussy. I’m going to devour you.” He growls before ripping my panties from around me and throws them shredded to the floor.
In seconds I’m flipped on my back, and Leland is hovering over me, every blessed inch of him as naked as I am. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I say without thought because it’s true.
Leland takes my mouth in a deep kiss, so earth-shattering I’m shaking when he pulls away. He kisses down my neck, licking and sucking, stopping at my navel and looks up at me. “This is it. One taste changes everything, my love.” I lick my lips and nod, urging him to keep going.
He kisses my mound and parts my lips with his thumbs. Licking up my center, he moans and circles my clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.
“Leland, it feels so good. Just like that.” I moan with pleasure. I spear my fingers into his short brown hair and pull on the strands, moving my pussy where I want him.
He grabs my hips and lifts my pussy to his face. “Goddamn, I knew you were going to ruin me with just a taste.” He spears his tongue into my pussy, over and over, at the same time rubbing my clit with his thumb.
“I’m going to come, don’t stop. Oh, my God, I’m going to come.” I pant. Right as I’m on the verge of coming, he stops and sets me back on the bed then positions himself at my opening, continuing to rub my clit.
“You stopped,” I whine, frustrated.
“I’m going to make it better baby,” he growls before pushing his massive dick inside me, tearing through my innocence.
I cry out, not expecting it to hurt this good. The stretching, burning feeling, more than I imagined.
His eyes search mine. “You okay Beautiful?” He asks in a concerned voice.
I nod as a single tear falls down my cheek. “Yeah, don’t stop. I’m okay.” His eyes go soft, and he kisses me gently. Lacing our fingers together, he places our hands by my head and leans down, sucking a nipple into his mouth. “Ohhh.” I pant, loving the sensation of his hot mouth against my breath at the same time he pinches my other nipple. I whimper, and my pussy becomes even wetter, his dick sliding deeper inside me. Damn, that feels so good.
I try and lift my hips to get him to move, wanting him to thrust into me. “Baby, please, I need you to move.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. That’s the last thing I’ll ever do.”
“You’re not, baby. I ache to feel you. Take me like you need to.”
Slowly at first, he pulls out
halfway, then pushes himself inside me. The feel of him is perfection. “Don’t you dare stop.” I moan and wrap a leg around one of his. He speeds up his thrusts, taking me deeper each time. The faster he goes and deeper he takes me I fall into a bliss I’ve never known. I’ve had orgasms from my own hand, but this is something entirely different, on a whole other level. This is our bodies becoming whole for the first time in existence.
“Beautiful tell me you’re almost there because I’m about to come and I don’t want to without you.”
“I’m there, I’m coming baby.” I cry out in ecstasy.
A few thrusts more and Leland is filling my pussy with his cum. He falls to my chest, and we both lay there breathing heavily. I rub my fingers through his hair as our breathing slows. “I love you, Leland Kennison. I’m going to love you ‘til the day I die.”
Leland leans up on one of his elbows. “We better go together because I’m not going to survive losing you. You’re everything Abigail. I love you.” He holds my gaze with his and kisses me softly.
Sixteen
Leland
My alarm goes off, and for the first time ever, I’ve decided to go in late. Hell, maybe I’ll take the day off. Sam can handle it. I turn off my alarm and roll over to snuggle against my woman finding her side of the bed cold. It takes me a second to realize where Abigail has gone. Pulling on a pair of sleep pants, I do my business and make my way to the kitchen to see Abigail dressed for the day, her golden hair up in a messy bun. Damn, she’s beautiful.
