by Liz Crowe
“And I feel the same way about you, girl.” He kisses the tip of my nose, then nips my earlobe as he says, “You set me on fire.”
“Be careful, Farmer Givens,” I say with a giggle. “All we have is a volunteer fire department.”
“It would take Chicago’s finest to put this out, and I don’t think even they could handle it. It’s roaring!”
“Roaring, huh?” I laugh out.
“Yeah. RAWRRRRR!!!!” he growls and laughs at the same time, and we both wind up in a fit of giggles. “Kimmie, just promise me one thing.”
I nod into his shoulder. “Of course.”
“If you’re unhappy, tell me. I promise, if I am, I’ll tell you.”
“Deal. I want everyone in this house to be happy. Giddy with happiness. So happy they shit rainbows and piss glitter.” Now he’s laughing at me. “I want them to sound like they’re on laughing gas all the time, and I want clown suits in every closet. Every. Damn. One. And big shoes. Really big clown shoes.”
His grin is mischievous. “How about blue stilettos?”
“Only with big necklaces, wide bracelets, and tiaras.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “And now I know what I’m getting you for your birthday.”
Epilogue
“Hey!” He wanders into the kitchen smelling of dirt and diesel fumes. His hair’s gotten long enough that he’s taken to tying it back. I should cut it some evening, but he’s just been so busy that I haven’t had a chance, not to mention that, for some reason, I actually like it. “Got something for lunch?”
“Sure do. Your sandwich and chips are on the table, and a big bottle of water, Sir.”
“Rather have a beer.”
“Nope. You’ll dehydrate if you don’t keep pushing the water. You know what your doctor would say.”
“Quack.”
“He is not! Mind your manners, Sir.”
“Is it finally finished?”
I nod. “Yep. Last room is done, the guest room. Looks nice too. Now all we’ve got to do is buy some furniture and the renovations will be finished. Oh, and get them to come and pick up the construction dumpster.”
“I never thought it could really be put back together after all the years it sat here neglected, but it looks great. I mean, I know we’ve had to do more work to it than you originally thought, but it’s totally worth it.” He’s thanked me so many times for making this house a home that I finally told him to stop. The giant, old-fashioned gas range in the kitchen is thanks enough. He says it looks so much like his grandma’s kitchen in here that he feels like a kid again. Truth is, he sort of acts like one too, and I love it. Especially certain aspects of it.
There’s a squeal and a grapefruit-sized ball comes flying into the dining room. “Oooo-weeeeee!” a little voice yells out, followed by the sound of tiny sandals slapping on the floor.
I call out, “Pet, baby, watch out throwing that thing in the house, you hear? You’ll break something.”
“Pop-pop, pway baww?”
Jaz laughs. “No, sweetie. Pop-pop doesn’t have time to play ball. Nana here will play with you after I leave, okay?”
“Nana?”
I nod at her. “Yes, baby, I will.”
“I hab pottickle?”
“No, ma’am. No popsicle for you right now. You’ve got to eat your lunch first.”
Her eyes go round. “Cawwots?”
“Yes. There’ll be carrots. And Mommy’s bringing you some celery when she comes home.” Candy’s job at the grocery has meant that I have to watch Pet, but I really don’t mind. Life here is so much more relaxed than before.
“Otay. I wub cawwots. Mom-meee, Mom-meee, Mom-meee,” she sings as she stomps around and dances to a song neither of us can hear. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a happier child, and Candy has turned out to be an amazing mom.
I turn to watch him eating as I wash the last of the breakfast dishes. “So how’s it going?”
He swallows the bite he’s got in his mouth and answers, “I’ve got the first hundred and fifty acres plowed, and the rest will be done by day after tomorrow. Bruce Travelstead is coming with his planter as soon as they get the seed corn here. And the soybeans will be here next week. I’ll be glad when I can buy my own equipment, but they’ve been great about helping out.”
“All the neighbors have. By the way, have you seen my garden?” It’s a running joke with us, and I watch, as his face contorts almost like he’s in pain.
“Yeah. Baby, why don’t you just quit torturing those poor plants? It’s obvious to me that you have a brown thumb.” He’s trying to keep a straight face, but I can see he’s about to crack.
“I want to be the local poster child for how not to grow a vegetable garden. I’ll talk to Angie. Matter of fact, I suppose I could ask any of the women around here for some pointers. I’m thinking maybe I should try growing some grapevines, maybe do some homemade wine.”
He shoots me a huge grin. “Now that I could get behind. But keeping the birds away would be a real challenge.”
“I’d have to ask around about that too. So how long will it be before the soybeans and corn are self-sustaining crops?”
“Long time. Good thing we’ve got the cattle. That’ll keep us going until we can make some headway with the crops. Actually, that meeting at the extension office last night brought up some things that some of the other farms are doing, and I’ve got some ideas to talk to you about tonight.”
“Sure. I’m open to just about anything.”
He grins and moves in behind me at the sink, running his hand down into the front of my shorts. “Just about anything?”
“Yes, Sir. Just about anything.”
His breath is warm on my neck as he whispers back, “Sounds good to me.”
When his finger finds my clit I hiss out, “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Damn. Okay.” His lips press into the side of my neck and I groan. “I’m going out to work. Somebody has to work around this place.” I slap his arm and scowl. “When does Candy get off today?”
“Six. She’ll be home around seven.”
A devious smile takes over and his eyes darken in that sexy way I love so well. “Good. We’ll have the evening. And I’m going to take advantage of it. See you later, Mrs. Givens.” Every time he calls me that, I’m transported back to that day just weeks after his hospital stay when we stood in front of this house, that construction dumpster just a few feet away, and gave our lives to each other in front of our families and closest friends. Just as we’d been pronounced husband and wife, the gray sky had cut loose with a clap of thunder that took us both back to that magical night when we knew our lives were fused together forever. It’s a moment sealed in our minds for time and eternity.
“I’ll be waiting, Mr. Givens. Sir.” I wink at him as he strides out the door, and he stops in the doorway and winks back.
When dinner’s done that evening and the dishes are all taken care of, I hear him tell Candy, “I’m taking Kimmie out for a ride. Don’t know what time we’ll be back. May be morning.”
“Okay. Have fun. Don’t get eaten up by skeeters.” Candy’s determined to be a country girl. It’s so cute.
“Won’t. Have a good evening, honey.” I hear a little smack and I know he just kissed her on the cheek. Ever since we got here, he’s treated her like a daughter, and she’s flourished under his love and attention. I’m not jealous; I’m proud. I treat her like a daughter too, and she and Melissa get along great. Pet will start preschool next year, and I’m betting Candy tries to get an apartment in town so they can be closer to activities. But for now, they’re happy to be here, and we’re happy to have them.
Jaz grabs my hand and leads me outside. When we get to the truck, he opens the door. “Get on up in there, girl.” As I climb in, he smacks my ass and I giggle, but I won’t be giggling for long. I’m pretty sure I know what he’s up to. We drive out to the far side of the farm. There, ramshackle but still inta
ct, is the tiny cabin his great-grandparents had built all those years ago. When the road had been moved closer to the other side of the farm, they’d abandoned the little house for another, the one we live in now, but they kept this one up. Jaz’s grandparents had actually lived in it for awhile after they first married, and he always thought of it as an enchanted place. And it will be tonight.
Once the candles are lit everywhere, my husband strips me and then strips himself. Every ounce he lost after his injuries and surgeries is back, and it’s all there in the form of lean, hard muscle. Carrying hay bales, working with the cattle, repairing this and that, they’ve all hardened him into a strong, healthy specimen of a male, and nowhere is he stronger and harder than that cock pointed right at me. I worship it every night, and every night it makes me glad I’ve bowed before it. My birthday present this year was a new orthopedic mattress for the big iron bed, thank god. We’ve spent a lot of nights out here, and the old one was shot. “Present, sub.”
Dropping into the most comfortable of the positions I use, I can feel his eyes all over me, his approval of me, my body, and my submission to him. Kneeling there with my back to the bed, I wonder what he’s planned for me. When he’s finished preparing whatever it is he’s doing, his hands wander my body from behind, stroking every curve and making me purr. Nerve endings glowing, I have to struggle to stay still and calm with every cell in my body on high alert. My pussy goes into a frenzy, pulsing and clenching, and I want it filled with him. When he steps in front of me and lifts me, I go with it, wrapping my arms around his neck as he places me on my feet. Hands gripping my wrists, he forces my arms behind me, and I feel the plush pile of the linings in my leather cuffs as it caresses my wrists and ankles. The belt wraps around my waist, and he secures my bound hands to the ring on the back of it, and my body makes a conscious decision to surrender itself into his hands. Two more cuffs go around my ankles, and he taps my feet until they’re far enough apart for the spreader bar, and my heart starts to pound. He literally lifts me, turns me around to face the bed, and orders, “Bend over the bed, submissive.”
The snap of latex startles me, and then something cold and damp drips down the crack of my ass. This is not something he wants often, but when he does, he takes it, and tonight must be the night. His fingers are insistent as they work the lube into my tight starburst, and then he breaches my forbidden depths with his cock.
“Sssssssss, ahhhhh, Kimmie. God, girl. Yes,” he hisses out as he presses into me firmly. “Which part of you isn’t mine?”
“There’s no part of me that’s not yours, Master,” I gasp out.
“That’s correct. There’s no part of you that’s not mine to use as I see fit. And,” he adds after slapping my ass hard with both hands, “there’s no part of me that’s not designed to give you pleasure. I do so like to see you overwhelmed with pleasure. And I plan to overwhelm you tonight.” That familiar scent fills the room again, but instead of spreading the lavender oil on my skin, I feel him massage a bit into my clit, and it starts to tingle and grow warm as the circulation to it increases. I can’t help but moan and squirm, and he manages to squeeze a battery-operated vibrator between me and the bed and direct it straight onto my hot spot.
“Gahhhh! Oh, god, Master. Please . . .”
“No, sub. Wait for me. Wait. Wait.” I can feel his pumping grow more insistent, and then he rises on his toes, arches his back, and calls out, “Damn, Kimmie, come with me!”
My body shudders as it releases the orgasm, its effects rippling out to my limbs as Jaz buries that fine, hard dick of his in my backdoor. I’m gasping and trembling as he grinds into me and then stills, leaning over and onto my back. He peppers my shoulder blades with kisses that set me on fire, then rises. His hands are warm but demanding as he unfastens my wrist cuffs from the back of the belt, then strips the belt off and places me on the bed. I shudder as he binds me to the headboard, then pulls the spreader bar straight up and secures each ankle cuff to the head of the bed with long straps. Once I’m trussed up, feet straight up in the air, legs spread by the bar, and wrists secured, and I’m helpless, completely at his mercy, my every thought focused on how he’s going to use me. He smiles down at me and I watch as he cleans us both up, then produces a good-sized butt plug. I guess the breath I suck in lets him know I’m anxious to have it, and he lubes it up and forces it into me as I hiss and groan. His next move is to bury his face in my slit, and he spends his time alternately sucking and flicking his tongue over my clit, and then burying that hot, rough tongue in my cunt. Suck, lick, tongue fuck; suck, lick, tongue fuck. Yeah. And when I come, my arms and legs shaking, he rises up and shoves his strong, bare cock into my hot, wet, aching pussy.
Between the butt plug and his size and shape, I’m zooming along on the jet stream again in just a few strokes. I cry out in bliss as we both come and I once again experience that pleasure I wanted for so long – the heat and wetness of his cum deep inside me, reminding me I belong solely to him for all eternity. I’m here for his pleasure and, because I am, he’s determined to please me.
Restraints removed, we lie here in the candlelight, wrapped in each other’s arms, and listen as a lone coyote calls out in the distance. An owl hoots in a nearby tree, and the crickets sing that familiar song, the one I’ve become so accustomed to, the one that I probably couldn’t sleep without anymore.
Three years. This will be our third summer here. I never knew happiness could be this deep and wide. I look at the man who’s stolen my heart forever, and he smiles back at me. “Are you happy, baby?” I have to ask.
His gaze soothes my soul. “Mrs. Givens, if you’d told me, lying in that hospital bed and praying just to see your face one more time, that I’d be here right now with you in my arms and my family’s farm around me, I would’ve laughed. I still can’t figure out how you did this, but I’m so, so glad you did. There’s no man happier than I am.”
My heart sings when I whisper to him, “I love you, Jaz. We made it. We’re actually here. Every time I look at you and see how happy you are, I’m so glad I found a way to do this and that we found our way back to each other.”
“Me too.” He kisses the top of my head and breathes into my hair. “And next week, Jeffrey and Greta will be here, and Michael and Robyn. Oh, well, yeah, and Candy and Pet,” he grins as I pinch him. “And Melissa and Rebecca will be wife and wife. God, I hope that’s the politically correct term.”
“Life partners, baby. But wife and wife is good too. I’m so glad she didn’t mind moving out here to be in-state at the university.”
“It put her within a hundred and fifty miles of us. I think she likes that, not to mention that’s where they met. I don’t know where she’ll go to graduate school, but once they’re married, I’m sure they’ll make that decision.”
“Yeah. I’m glad this is a state that allows that. I’m so happy for them, but I’ve got to get busy on the stuff for the wedding.” Then I go silent.
“I know what you’re thinking. I don’t like it either, but she’s making an effort. I’m sitting down with her while she’s here and we’re going to talk. I think it’ll bring some healing for both of us.” I don’t really want Meredith here, but she’s Melissa’s mother, and he’s right – she has been making an effort. And I do believe she really was sick. Nothing else can explain what she did to Jaz but, frankly, if he’s willing to forgive her, I should at least try, I think.
“I’m okay with it. Your business, not mine.”
Jaz shakes his head adamantly. “Our business, baby.”
“But I still don’t want you to ever be alone anywhere with her.”
He chuckles. “No worries. I’m trying to forgive her, but I sure as hell won’t forget.”
I nod. “Okay. Good enough.” I sigh against his skin. “Then I guess all we’ll need is to find someone for Candy.”
His eyes fly open wide, and they’re filled with mischief. “Oh, did I tell you that I hired a guy today to help out around here?”
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“No!” My cheeks hurt from grinning so hard. “Who? What’s he like?”
“You know that guy that we met down at the bar?” It’s the only bar in town, and there aren’t that many guys. Surely he doesn’t mean . . . “You know, the tall one with the blond hair and blue eyes? And the really, really broad shoulders?”
“Buster Simpson?”
“Yeah! He starts next week. And he just broke up with his girlfriend.”
“You don’t say! What a shame!” I’m trying hard not to laugh.
“Yep. If I knew a young single woman who might need a boyfriend, I believe I’d introduce them. Mrs. Cox down at the bank says he’s a fine, upstanding young man.”
I’m laughing now. “Well, we’ll have to keep an eye out for a woman like that! Bet we can find one!”
“I bet we can too.”
I wait for a second before I ask the question I’ve been trying to get out for weeks. “Jaz, what am I going to do? There’s no market for leathers and corsets in this town. I feel like I’m not contributing.”
“Oh, god, Kimmie, I was just teasing earlier! Not contributing? That’s just ridiculous, babe. You do everything around here. I couldn’t do this without you.” He kisses me on the forehead and squeezes me. “And no, I think corsetry and leathers are out. But there’s a market for ladies’ dresses and kids’ clothes and alterations. Why don’t you try your hand at that?”
“I might. I love the leather work, but there aren’t any Doms here. Just you. You’re the only Dom.”
“I don’t care if I’m the only one, as long as I’m your only one!”
I giggle as he digs a finger in my ribcage. “I don’t really know if you’re the only one either, but you’re my only one. And you’re certainly my last one!”
“Your last Dom. I like the sound of that, Mrs. Givens.”
