When we parted, I panted and she nibbled my bottom lip. "Wow."
Dax nodded, resting her forehead against mine. Her sudden affection and intensity had me shuddering when her hands stroked up and down my sides.
"Show me your room?" I whispered, gnawing my bottom lip after.
She captured me in a kiss, then urged me to walk backward down the long hall. I held on to her, our lips entangled in a hungry game as she tore at my clothes. She unbuttoned my shirt, released my belt, and popped the button of my jeans before we even made it to her bedroom door. Dax backed me up until my legs hit the bed before she ended our kiss. Her lips met my neck and she tugged my shirt from my shoulders, her hands moving in heated demands. I tossed my head back when she raked her teeth across my flesh and I grabbed handfuls of her hair as she released my bra.
There wasn't an ounce of hesitation when she grabbed my breasts, her mouth claiming mine again as I let out a moan against her lips. I gripped her forearms, holding on to her the same way that I tethered my desire to strip her naked in the same manner. She cupped my face, her tongue dancing with mine as her passion controlled the entire situation. My core burned, my legs trembled when she shoved me back onto the bed. A strangled cry left me when she gripped the waist of my jeans, my panties with them, and tugged them clear off my body.
"God." I moaned when she climbed on top of me, straddling my thigh before she kissed me again. Every inch of me quaked with want and need.
I reached for her, grabbing handfuls of her hair when she tweaked my nipples. My desire to touch her, feel her naked flesh against me, destroyed me and I feared scaring her away. Her knee pressed my core and I ended the kiss when I gasped. It didn't stop her though. Her mouth fell to my neck, licking and sucking wherever she could as I raked my nails up her back and tried to hold on to myself. My legs writhed under her and breaths left me in heated puffs.
Dax's back arched under my assault, and she tore her shirt off before claiming my mouth so hard that I thought we'd split lips. The heat of her above me and the way our sweaty flesh collided struck the embers of pleasure as she urged me toward a strained release. I grabbed at her breasts, following the trail of her bra to release it so that I could feel her. She shrugged out of it and, as if in retaliation, shoved her knee harder against my pussy. I cried out, my body lifting as I rolled my hips against the coarse threads of her jeans.
She grabbed my face, hot breath puffing against my cheek, as she forced her thumb against my bottom lip. I met her gaze, tilting my chin down to take her thumb between my teeth. A shudder raced up her and I felt it against my side. She stared at my mouth, and I sucked, then flicked my tongue over her finger. Her lashes fluttered, and she rested on her elbow as she grabbed a handful of my hair while urging my naughty play. All the while, I ran my fingers up and down the space between her navel and breasts.
Her roughness, the way she pulled my hair and forced her thumb deeper in my mouth, had my insides swirling and pussy aching for release. My eyes watered, and she withdrew her finger to kiss me again, holding my face to her as she probed my mouth. Her knee rocked against me until she dropped her hand, snaking it down my front until she cupped my pussy in a firm, possessive grip. I nearly screamed when she rolled my clit between her index and middle finger, before poking the tips of both against my entrance.
My nails scraped her stomach as my body lifted toward her hand. She never let up on my mouth and our starved kiss drove lust deeper and stronger through our connection. Dax's hand slipped against my core until she speared me, unapologetically, and my moan rattled against our lips. Her fingers pressed deep in me, though unlike the hard, firm strength of the way we collided, inside me, her motions were smooth and purposeful. My hips rocked against her hand, forcing my clit to collide with her palm over and over as she stoked the hunger in my belly.
I cried into her mouth when she coaxed the climax from me, her fingers moving faster and sharper as she urged me through release. Dampness left me, making her delivery slippery and delicious. I ended the kiss to gasp, holding my breath as I rode the lashes of pleasure that lapped at my core, over and over with each stroke of her hand.
When I collapsed, heaving for breath, she retreated from me only to rub me in slow, wet circles that sent jolts of delight from head to toe. I buried my face against her neck, breathing in her scent as I kissed and nipped at her flesh. When my quaking slowed, Dax rubbed my clit in slow, soothing circles until I lost myself again to her, my fingers digging into her hip as I moaned into her neck.
Everything about Dax melted against me in that moment. Her firm body softened, and her arms snaked around me in a warm embrace. Soft kisses met my lips, as I closed my eyes and allowed her to dote on me. She withdrew from my core, to stroke my stomach, sides, and hip in gentle caresses as my body calmed under her in the swell of a luscious afterglow.
We held each other, tangled together in the twin bed of Dax's youth. The pillow smelled of her sweet shampoo and it made me smile as I looked up to her. Her eyes, nearly as deep as emeralds, gazed at me. This time, her smile met her eyes and the pain and fear hidden behind them seemed to recede.
"Wow," I whispered and she chuckled as she brushed her lips over mine.
"Two wows in one night," she said, her voice soft.
"That's saying something." I stroked her cheek with the knuckle of my index finger.
"Sit on me?"
"Hmm?" My brow furrowed at the question.
"I'll lie on my back. Will you sit on me?"
"Of course." I kissed her as we shifted positions.
She lay on her back, her pants hanging low on her hips and I noted her gun on the carpet beside the bed. I pushed myself up, then straddled her stomach while on my knees. Her hands fell to my hips, and she urged me to sit. Her hot, firm body met my core and my teeth chattered with the shock of pleasure it caused. Dax's hands fell to my thighs as she stroked the length of them. Her gaze flicked over my naked torso, the smile never left her lips. I brushed my fingers over her perky nipples and I felt her belly flutter under me.
"I've never met a girl who gets as wet as you," she said, her smile turning into a grin as she gazed at the space where our bodies connected.
"Dax!" I covered my face and laughed. "That's embarrassing. Maybe I have an extra bartholin gland or something."
"A what gland?" Dax laughed, her thumbs stroking the space beside my labia.
"The glands that make girls get wet." I nearly squeaked into my hands until she pulled them away.
"You're beautiful." She grinned at me, holding my hands so I couldn't cover my face. "And I love your soaked pussy."
"Oh my God. I can't." I laughed as my face heated to a flush. "You like making me blush."
"I do." She guided my hands over her head so that I grabbed the headboard. "Hold on here."
"Why?" I looked down between my arms to watch her.
"I'm going to indulge myself." She gripped my rear and urged me forward until I was kneeling over her face. "In you."
I didn't have a second to protest or question before her mouth claimed my pussy. No one had ever taken me like this before and I cried out, holding on to the bed to prevent myself from tumbling. Dax's lips and tongue on me lashed and sucked in a slow, sensual sway that I didn't expect. Her hands held my ass, squeezing and holding me to her as I rocked against her. A vibrating sensation struck me and I gasped, only after noticing that Dax's moans caused it.
"My God," I cried, tossing my head back as she urged me toward a deep, aching orgasm that I didn't even know I wanted so badly.
Dax was a master at manipulating my body into arcs of pleasure I'd only read about in books. Her savory rise dipped me into sweet release over and over again after that. Indulgent wasn't a strong enough word to describe the way she treated me. I reveled in it, in her, yielding to her will as I exploded in a luxurious cascade across the slope of her lips. With her tongue buried inside me, I tossed my head back and came one final time, my legs shaking hard enough to bounce
the bed.
I gasped for breath as she let up on me, and urged me back to the bed beside her. My arms and legs trembled as she gathered me in her arms. I rested my head on her shoulder, and pressed my palm to the center of her chest between her breasts where I could feel the beats of her pounding heart.
"I could get used to that," she whispered against my ear and I laughed softly.
I slid my hand down her chest, over her abdomen to the top of her jeans, letting my fingers stroke the spot just behind the button. "Let me?"
She pressed her lips to my cheek, falling quiet as if considering it.
"Just a little. I'll stop if you say to. I promise." I stroked her lower belly and again, I felt the fluttering sensation as it raced through her.
"Yes," she said, biting her bottom lip. Her gaze met mine, and the worry she harbored returned.
I popped the button of her jeans, then slowly tugged down the zipper. "What about it scares you?" I asked, wondering if she needed a more mindful act rather than a mindless one.
"All of it," she said, though her breathing picked up. I ran my finger over the thick waistband of her panties.
"Are you wearing Tomboys?"
"Yes." She smirked and I swooned.
"Girl. Are you trying to drive me insane with lust?" I nipped her chin and she bent the arm she had behind my head to run her fingers through my hair.
"You like that?"
"Equally as much as I like girly panties." I grinned and she chuckled. I slid my hand down her boyshorts, and let my fingers rest on her mons, just above her clit. "So don't get any ideas."
"I like you without panties. If I have to wear girly ones, you have to go commando." Her voice lifted a pitch when I gave her clit a single stroke. To my surprise as I explored her further, she was completely bare. I expected her to share my affinity for manicured geometry.
"I can see it now. Knee-deep in cow dung with no panties. Pleasant." I laughed and brushed my lips over hers.
"Bent over bales of hay, no panties. Perfect." Her naughty thoughts seemed to drive her focus and she let her nails tickle up and down my forearm while she played with my hair. I snuck my hand down a little more, meeting her hot, soaked core. Evidence of her arousal soothed me, confirming that a part of her wanted this just as much as me.
"Wet panties, honey. Just as bad as mine."
She nodded, her gaze locked on mine as her breathing kicked up again when I worked her in slow, gentle circles. I focused on her clit primarily, while kissing along her jaw line. Her lip found its way between her teeth and I knew she wanted to succumb to it, to allow herself to feel the way she made me feel.
Her hips moved, faintly at best, and she closed her eyes as if my touch soothed her like a sweet lullaby. I kept it up, the slow pace, soft kisses, and gentle nuzzles. Dax's hips rolled with it and her flesh hardened under me as she neared climax. It took her some time, and we hung there in the thralls of a slow build. Her nails dug into my arm, and she gripped my hair as her eyes shot open in a moment of what seemed like panic.
"Safe with me," I whispered against her lips. "Always safe with me."
Fear shifted away in a sweeping wave across her features. Her brow narrowed and her lips parted with a soft gasp. She sucked in her breath, holding it as she rose to a shuddering orgasm under my fingers. A soft cry left her when she let out her breath. I cupped her pussy, holding her in a gentle grasp if only to let her down easily.
Her hands trembled on me and when I met her gaze, a single tear trickled down her cheek. I leaned up and kissed it away, then pressed my salted lips to hers.
"Gently," I whispered my promise and she nodded her understanding as we pulled each other into a holding embrace.
***
For the first time, Dax and I slept a full night in a bed together. The small space of the twin bed wasn't much different than the sofa, but the comfort of the mattress, pillows and blankets had us snuggled together in a different light. I woke up before Dax, and her deep sleep looked good on her. With her head on my shoulder, arm draped across my middle, and our legs tangled, I never wanted to leave.
As the morning sun streamed into the window, Dax began to stir and I caressed her arm from wrist to elbow, reminding her that I was with her.
"Willa," she croaked, followed by a gasp. Her body jolted and she leaned back, her eyes wide with panic.
"I'm here, honey. I'm here." I touched her cheek and she dropped her head back down on my shoulder. I could feel her heart pounding against my arm as she squirmed. "You're okay. We're fine."
"Okay," she said, sniffling once, but she closed her eyes after and appeared to tumble back to sleep.
This happened every so often in the morning and I saw her through it. After my dad died, I remembered waking up at times on the fringes of panic. For me, it passed, but for Dax, it was still a reality.
I fell back to sleep for a bit, until Dax stirred again and both of us awoke, groggy smiles mirrored in each other.
"Hi, babe," she said, her voice huskier than usual.
"Hi, honey." I kissed her forehead and she smiled.
"I'm starving." She yawned, stretching out under the covers.
"We never had dinner last night and it's nearly noon." I laughed as I ran my hands over her naked midsection. "How about I fix us some pancakes?"
"Yes, please."
"Whipped cream or syrup?"
"Both." She grinned and nipped my chin. "C'mon. Wear no panties."
"Only if you ditch an article of clothing, too." I wagged my brows at her and she laughed.
"Fine. Topless breakfast."
"No complaints."
Our Sunday began in my new favorite way. Weekends with Dax became the best part of my life very quickly. Not just for our intimate moments, but in the way she taught me to turn off the day-to-dayness that I often found myself caught in. Instead of overworking, or drinking too much at the bar with Sage, my time with Dax was spent on the farm. Mucking stalls, riding Carol, playing with the goats. Sometimes we'd take to the range, or work in the orchard. With Dax and Esteban's work to revive the farm, we waited to see if the trees would fruit.
Today, instead of working in the field, Dax and I finished scouring the pool and preparing it for opening. It was the hardest work we'd done so far and it took all three of us to do it.
"I'm thinking of closing off the pasture beside Carol's paddock and making it a play area for the goats. Things for them to climb and such," Dax said as we gathered up the supplies.
"That's a great idea. They'll love it."
"They need to sleep inside though. I get worried when they're unattended because of the wild animals. Keeping them beside Carol helps. She scares the predators really well." Dax's talkativeness continued all afternoon and it warmed my heart.
"It's a good thing they follow you everywhere." I pointed to the goats, all five of them now, that romped about on the deck beside the pool.
"It is." Dax paused looking down at the pool. "About as much as we can do for now. The pool company will be here to service it, replace everything, and maybe fill it."
"I'm much looking forward to that, Miss," said Esteban, beaming at the thought. "Rafael will love it when he comes for summer."
"Who's Rafael?" I asked him while wrapping up the cord to the power washer.
"Mi hijo." Esteban's proud smile lifted his tan cheeks. "He spends summers with me."
"I didn't know you had a son. How old is he?" I sat down on the steps of the deck, waiting the assault by fruit basket that was sure to follow. Dax rolled the power washer toward the barn then returned to join me.
"Ten this year. He will be happy to meet you, too, Doctor."
"You can call me Willa, Esteban," I said and he nodded.
"It's easiest for me to call you what I met you first as. So Doctor." He pointed at me. "Miss Stocker."
"Don't argue with him. It never changes." Dax smirked as she pat one of the goats.
Esteban broke away from us while toting off some of t
he supplies. My phone rang in my pocket and I saw my sister's name on the screen when I pulled it out. Dax kept her focus on the goats while they climbed on us. I swiped to answer and pressed it to my ear.
"Hi, sissy."
"Willa Dean Hart, you have ignored me for a week."
I laughed at her use of my full name. "I'm sorry. Dax and I spent the day working on her pool."
"Uh huh. Are you coming to dinner tonight or what?" she asked, and I could envision her tapping her foot at me.
"Are we going to Sage's for dinner, honey?" I asked Dax, her gaze lingering on mine before she nodded. "We'll be there. What's on the menu?"
"Probably not the same thing you had last night," she teased.
"Er…" I lifted a brow at Dax. "Probably not."
Sage laughed and my face heated. "Mom's on an Italian kick tonight. Bring your empty bellies."
"We will. See you, sissy."
"Bye!"
Dax poked my cheek when she noticed my blush. "Did she tease you?"
"A little." I grabbed her hand and kissed it.
"C'mon. Let's go get washed up," she said, her eyes twinkling with her smile.
***
"It's a puppy day," announced Nellie when I arrived in the office on Monday morning a few minutes before opening. "You've got six new puppies today, Will."
"My favorite kind of day. No community calls?" I asked, yawning as I fingered through the appointment book.
"None yet. Harmon took one call last night, but it was brief. You guys hardly overlap. Was that your intention?"
"Somewhat. To ease the full burden on me. Is he complaining?" I asked as I pushed myself up to sit on her desk.
"Nope. He seems very happy here," said Nellie. "Like the rest of us."
"Good. I was hoping so. I thought everyone would hate me after taking over for Dad."
"Also nope. It was a hard loss, but you're a welcome comfort." She smiled as she tapped her pencil on the desk. "So how's your girlfriend?"
"She's great." I smiled at the title. "Things are going well. She's working today. It seems she gets most work calls for Monday and Tuesday."
"Not the worst thing."
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