Chapter Seven
The moon shone brightly through the lacy white curtains on the tiny window. Lee shifted uncomfortably on the bed, his body still awake, eager for what it shouldn’t have—Genny. She’d told him a hell of a story about her life, but she’d been an innocent child, a pawn in the game of adults who should have done better by her. Lee wasn’t any better than they were. He didn’t deserve a woman who he could say “Fuck you” to.
It was as if he had a volcano inside him that just exploded at will, spewing hot lava all over everyone closest to him. When she’d cried in the barn, he didn’t know what to do, so he just let her cry. God knew he wanted to break something and tear up New Orleans looking for the sorry-ass parents of hers. His anger knew no bounds.
Zeke had dealt with it for years somehow, but he didn’t take much shit from Lee, never had even when he was just barely a teenager taking care of their family. Lee sighed and rubbed his palms against gritty eyes. It was the middle of the night and he hadn’t slept a wink, and he was hungry. After their afternoon snack, Genny had left him alone in the barn. He’d wanted to say thank you for the cold milk and biscuits, which happened to be his favorite, but hadn’t. Instead he spent time figuring out how to use the cradle, then walked around the farm for hours.
It helped him understand how the fields were laid out, what obstacles were around the property and just how much fucking work had to be done. Of course he’d told Sophie to tell Genny he wouldn’t be there for supper. Coward that he was, he still didn’t know what to say to her.
He hadn’t eaten supper and his stomach yowled into the quiet night. Genny kept the leftover bread wrapped in a towel near the sink. Maybe if he just crept out real quick and got a piece he’d be able to sleep. As he reached for the doorknob, he thought about putting on his drawers, but decided against it. The house was silent as a tomb and it would take longer to get dressed than to snag a bit of bread.
The inky blackness of the night was only broken by patches of moonlight shining through the meager window. Lee stood in the doorway, allowing his eyes to adjust before he went any farther. No need to break his leg and add to the fun.
Finally, he could see the barely discernible outline of the furniture and started forward. He went slowly as to minimize the noise and any injuries. By the time he reached his destination, he’d only stubbed his toe twice, which he considered a fabulous victory. The bread would taste even better for it.
He stared into the darkness as he unwrapped the bread as fast as he could, trying not to think. If he didn’t turn his mind off and stop the thoughts from crowding him, he’d never get any sleep.
“Lee.”
He started at the sound of his name. Maybe he’d fallen asleep standing there and dreamed hearing her call his name. However when cool hands slid up his back, he dropped the bread and recognized it was no dream.
“Genny?”
What the hell was she doing? Did the woman have no sense? There was no reason she should be within ten feet of him, much less touching his buck-naked body in the kitchen.
“You’re so warm.”
Hell, he was going to be hotter than a prairie fire in about two minutes.
“This isn’t a good idea,” he forced himself to say.
“Mmm, I was never much for good ideas. In fact, my mama always used to say I was a bad idea walking.” She kissed the center of his back and he closed his eyes, savoring the soft heat of her lips.
“Genny, you should go back to bed.”
She chuckled, a warm puff against his skin. “That’s the whole idea, cowboy. Only I planned on joining you. Much to my surprise, you weren’t there.”
No, I was too busy thinking about you to sleep. “I meant, you should go back to your bed.”
“Ah, but that’s where I was going. Remember, you’re sleeping in my bed.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and he realized two things at once—she was naked and her nipples were harder than diamonds.
“You can’t, I mean, we can’t. Genny,” he sputtered, unable to even form a doggone sentence.
“Oh yes, we can. We have no reason not to be together, Mr. Blackwood.” She reached down and took hold of his already rock-hard dick. “Besides, you’re dressed for the occasion.”
Lee barked out a laugh, then clapped his hand over his mouth lest he wake Sophie up. Who knew what the child would do if she found them like this?
Genny walked around him, trailing her hand along his waist until she faced him. He could barely see the pale gleam of her face in the blackness. She leaned forward and licked his nipple.
“Geeeeeeeeeennnny.” Each time he tried to say her name, she nipped, scratched or bit a nipple. He jerked around like a puppet, his dick slapping against his stomach as he had no luck controlling his response to her ministrations.
“Mmmm, salty and sweet. I wonder what color they are?” She stroked him. “One of these days we’re going to do this in bright sunlight so I can see what I’m tasting.”
Before he knew what she was about, she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. Damn fool that he was, he almost came immediately, but he beat it back, biting his lip and clenching his fist until he could concentrate on exactly what she was doing. And it was like an angel had descended from heaven to be his for the night.
In the shadows, he couldn’t see, he could only feel. Her hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them as her thumb pressed against the base of his staff. The warm heat from her tongue and her lips surrounded him, sucking him deep toward her throat. Her teeth lightly skittered along the length of him as she bobbed up and down, alternately nibbling and swirling her tongue.
He put his hand on her head, and the soft waves curled around his fingers as if recognizing him. Lee reveled in the feeling of having this smart, beautiful woman on her knees pleasuring him, just for the sake of doing it. She made little lapping noises like a kitten as she alternately played and then tortured him.
No woman had ever simply sucked him without payment, and even then he could tell the whores didn’t enjoy it. It was money for fucking, and they did it to avoid starving. Genny did this because she wanted to, and he damn sure wanted her to.
“You’re quite hard, Mr. Blackwood.” She squeezed the base as she licked the top of his dick like it was a sucker.
Lee grunted, at a loss for how to respond. The woman had a magical mouth, and he was wondering how long he’d be able to stand upright, much less hold back his orgasm. But he did because he wanted to make love to her.
Make love.
Not hardly, but it was at least making like. He liked Genny, respected her and surely wanted her. She pulled him deep into her mouth, sucking so hard he knew she could already taste his seed.
“You need to stop now, Genny.” It almost killed him to say that. “I won’t make it to the bed if you don’t.”
She gentled her movements, lightening her touch until she was kissing the tip of his throbbing erection. “Sometime soon, I won’t let you stop me.”
Now that made the stupid thing jump again, this time slapping her in the cheek. She giggled and a laugh bubbled up his throat in response. So this was what being happy felt like. He didn’t remember it as so amazing and pure. It was all Genny, leading him by the hand, or by the dick in this case, and showing him exactly what happiness was.
The woman was pure magic.
She stood and grabbed his head for a hard kiss. “Now let’s get to that bed.” Latching onto his cock like it was a leash, she led him through the gloomy cabin until they reached the bedroom. After pulling him into the room, she shut and locked the door. She tugged him toward the bed. He didn’t need the tug, but it damn sure felt good.
“Now, I was thinking I’d like a ride tonight.” She pushed at his chest lightly, and he understood what she wanted.
He lay down, wondering just how this woman knew exactly what he’d been dreaming about doing with her. It was uncanny, and a bit frightening. He’d think about it later because right about then, al
l he wanted was to feel.
She climbed onto the bed slowly, kissing her way up his erection to his stomach. After a quick bite on the nipples, she reached his lips and teased him with light kisses as she straddled him. He felt the heat from her pussy as she leaned down to kiss him. Their mouths fused, her tongue thrusting into his mouth as she lowered herself to rub against his length.
Genny was wet enough to make them rub against each other easily, the crisp pussy hairs tickling him with each slow slide. “You feel good, cowboy. So good.”
“Not as good as you, Genny girl.” He pushed against her, prompting her to gasp. Lee knew from Zeke that a woman had a kind of button on her cunt that was like a little dick, loved to be rubbed and licked. Next time he’d return the favor and try his hand, or his tongue rather, on her. “Put it in before it’s over.”
She bit his lip, making him remember just how wonderful her teeth were. “You’re bossy.”
“You’re sexy. Now put it in.” He reached down and rubbed her slick folds until she lifted up just enough for him to slide the head of his staff into her. God, he could hardly stand it, she felt so damn good. Then she sat up and took the length of him inside her.
Lee’s breath caught in his throat and he’d have sworn his heart stopped for more than a moment. Heaven on Earth, that’s what she was. So tight, hot and sweet. He groaned in sheer bliss.
“Did I do that? You really are big, oh so big.” She breathed in short gasps as she began to move, sliding in slow, deliberate movements.
It was designed to torture him, of that he was certain. Lying on his back, he was at her mercy for the most part. He needed her to go faster, harder, so he started thrusting up each time she came down.
She let loose a moan he’d remember until the day he died, like a panther growl in the darkness. So he thrust against her again, then again until she caught his rhythm and abandoned the teasing altogether.
“Yes, oh yes, that’s it.” He grasped her hip on the right and pressed his arm into her thigh with his left. Then he realized if he pulled his knees up, he could really give her a ride.
“Oh God Lee, oh God, oh God.” She grabbed her breasts, pinching the nipples, like a moonlight goddess come to life above him.
Lee felt his orgasm begin somewhere near his feet. It traveled up through his legs and surrounded his balls until he lost control. Genny shouted his name in a husky whisper as her cunt gripped his dick so tightly he came until his ears rang and his heart slammed against his ribs. Her legs squeezed him even as her own fingers squeezed her breasts. Lee watched her face as she came around him, the rapture, the bliss, the amazing woman who gave of herself freely.
As he returned back to Earth, he realized he may have lost something more than his inhibitions that night. He lost a piece of his heart as well.
Genny sat down gently, sore from her night’s ride. She smiled into the depths of her coffee, hiding the happiness from Sophie’s prying eyes. Lee had gotten up early again, made coffee and went to work. She should really be embarrassed for sleeping later than the sunrise, but the sex had been so overpowering, so amazing, it had plumb worn her out.
Sophie had to shake her awake, complaining her stomach was about to rub a hole in her backbone. Now the girl was happily stuffing her face with biscuits, ham and eggs while Genny’s body still hummed with the truly satisfied feeling of a woman who’d been pleasured the night before.
“Why are you grinning at your cup, Mama?”
Genny couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping. “It’s a beautiful day and I’m happy, I guess.”
“You’re an odd duck today.” Sophie said that so matter-of-factly, Genny’s mouth dropped open. The child had never said such a thing before and Genny wondered if she’d ever cease to amaze her.
“Now where did you hear that?” Genny shook her head in wonder.
“Mr. Marchison. He said it about that lady who wears the hats and smells like mothballs.” Sophie screwed up her face in imitation of Hettie. “You know the lady who yells at you if you touch her flowers.”
“Now that’s not polite. Miss Hettie is just proud of her roses.” Genny agreed with Sophie’s assessment, but she had to at least pretend to teach the child manners.
Sophie shrugged. “They have thorns that hurt you, like Mr. Blackwood. He’s kinda pretty but he’s got thorns too.”
Before Genny could contemplate how the child could make such a comparison, an accurate one too, she continued on. “You love him, don’t you?” Sophie stared at her, brow furrowed.
This time it was Genny’s turn to stop and stare. “Pardon?”
The moppet nodded sagely then gobbled the bite of eggs. “You can marry him. It’s okay, you know. I didn’t like him to start, but he works hard even if he only has one arm. I think he’d be a better Daddy than Pa was.”
Genny was astonished, truly astonished at her daughter’s insight. The girl was amazing, and Genny was thankful for such a gift. “You’ve got it all figured out, haven’t you?”
“We would live here like a real family again.” Sophie stood up and kissed Genny on the cheek. “I want to be a family again. Mr. Blackwood makes you smile even if he does give you a rash on your neck.”
Genny hid her embarrassment with a laugh, and Sophie headed toward the door, skipping and humming. A knock stopped her in her tracks. She looked back at Genny. “Sounds like trouble, Mama.”
Genny shook her head. “That’s silly. It’s just someone coming to visit.” Of course, they didn’t receive many visitors at the farm so it was an unusual occurrence, but with Lee there, they had protection. She stood and walked over to the door, with less trepidation than she had in a long time.
When she opened it Sophie darted out and ran toward the barn. A man stood on the porch with dark hair and a fancy suit holding a silver-tipped cane. Her stomach dropped toward her feet when she recognized Mr. Newman from the bank in town. Did Henry have debt she didn’t know about?
He smiled and Genny remembered just how handsome the man was. “Good morning, Mrs. Blanchard.” With a wide smile and a nicely trimmed beard, he was probably thirty-five, unmarried and sought after by women in town. She’d never had a thought for catching his eye although she could see the appeal.
“Good morning, Mr. Newman. Please come in.” She opened the door wider, feeling as if a passel of frogs were hopping around in her stomach. Henry had kept secrets, she was more than sure of that.
“Thank you. I apologize for dropping by so early. I have the copy of the information on the account at the bank Henry had maintained and thought I’d bring it by.” He stepped in and went toward the table.
Genny couldn’t imagine why he’d come all the way out to the farm with it, not that she could read it. It was odd enough to make her off balance. “Would you like some coffee?” Genny grabbed another cup from the shelf above the sink and poured some before he even got to the chair.
“Yes, that would be wonderful. Thank you.” He sat down, settling the cane beside him.
Her breakfast forgotten and good mood completely gone, Genny slid into her chair with uneasiness riding her back. She looked at him expectantly.
“Oh yes, the paper.” He pulled a folded paper from his inner coat pocket and handed it to her. “This is a copy of account information on the farm. Henry had a total of forty-seven dollars and thirteen cents left in the bank, which is now yours as his widow.” He smiled, looking for all the world as if he was nervous.
While she was trying to figure out just how long forty-seven dollars would feed her and Sophie, she wondered what he had to be nervous about.
The front door burst open and Lee stood there, harness firmly attached to his arm and wearing the brown shirt she’d sewn for him. He looked so good, Genny’s whole body clenched in remembrance of touching him, kissing him, tasting him. The man grew more sexy each time she saw him. The fact he’d made coffee this morning and let her sleep in let her know she’d been right about him. He wasn’t the ogre he pretended to be. Genny
had the fanciful notion he had come into the house to rescue her and her heart thumped hard at the thought.
Sophie stood behind him, peeking out from behind his legs. Mr. Newman looked surprised to see Lee, whereas Lee looked very unhappy to see Mr. Newman. “Richard? What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing, Lee.” Richard frowned. “What are you wearing?”
Lee glanced down. “It’s, uh, a sleeve for cripples.”
Genny was embarrassed by his crude response, but Richard only nodded. “It’s a good design. Is it working?”
“Actually yes, and she is the lady with the magic needle.” Lee pointed at Genny. “The brat had the idea.”
“I ain’t a brat,” Sophie piped up from behind him.
Richard smiled, revealing a row of even white teeth. Genny couldn’t help but appreciate his handsome visage. She still had no idea why the banker was there. He could have held the papers for her in the safe at the bank—there was no need to personally deliver them.
“What brings you here, Newman?” Lee closed the door and walked toward the table, his lean-hipped swagger reminding her of a mountain lion tracking his prey.
“I had some papers for Mrs. Blanchard.” He gestured to the paper in Genny’s hand. Why didn’t he sound as if he was being completely honest? “And I thought I’d pay a social call while I was here.”
Genny froze in place, as did Lee. Social call?
“Did you come here to court Mrs. Blanchard?” Lee scowled. “Is that what you’re saying?”
Richard glanced at Genny, meeting her gaze with an earnest one of his own. “If she’s amenable to it, yes I did.”
She’d spent her life trying to figure out why God had put her on the Earth. Now she had become a landowner with a wheat farm, and a mother with a healthy child. Genny was amazed to see two men facing each other over her like fighting cocks. She marveled how life had decided to be strange and difficult.
“Me? You want to court me?” Genny knew she sounded as incredulous as she felt.
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