Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
He wasn’t far behind as he lifted onto his forearms, then pumped himself into oblivion, my hole smarting from the contact. I don’t think I’d had better either.
When he collapsed on top of me, his heartbeat thrashing against my shoulder blades, I couldn’t keep my eyes from shutting as I fell into a blissful sleep, still feeling his softening cock inside me.
I awoke right before the alarm, this time my arm cradling his waist, and listened to the stillness of the house. This was a different kind of stillness than all the other times I had gotten up at dawn to help him in the barn. This was an empty house with just the two of us, something that hadn’t happened since I’d arrived several weeks ago. And it felt special—or I was just feeling nostalgic and desperate to savor everything where Kerry and the farm were concerned.
He stirred when the alarm went off, and I kissed the back of his head, unable to stop myself at the novelty of it all.
“Time to make the doughnuts,” he murmured.
I snickered. “What?”
“Uh-oh, am I showing my age?” He glanced at me over his shoulder.
“Dude, you’re what, thirty? You only have five years on me.”
He cracked a sleepy smile. “My father used to say that when I was a kid. It’s from a popular commercial.”
“Ah, okay, that actually sounds familiar.” I pulled back the sheets. “Okay, doughnut guy, let’s get going.”
When we rolled out of bed, I had trouble locating my boxers.
“All right, where’d you hide them, Phoebes?” Kerry asked with an eye roll, as if this was an old game they played. And it probably was, given the number of times I’d caught Hamlet rooting through piles of stuff left around. Now I wondered if he was behind the mystery of my missing sock.
That was when I saw Phoebe dart for the hallway with my boxers, Hamlet adding his own contribution with one of Kerry’s socks. The little buggers.
“She apparently likes you better naked,” he snickered. “Can’t say I disagree.”
He bent forward to deliver a heated kiss that almost made me pull him back into bed.
Almost. But it was best we didn’t get a late start, just in case.
We chuckled when Phoebe and Hamlet rounded the corner again with our laundry, but Kerry was able to snatch them up easily as they squealed, and we cracked up.
“Gross,” I said, wrestling my boxers out of Phoebe’s mouth. “You are too much. Unfortunately, I’ll still miss you little stinkers.”
The mood in the room changed as Kerry sobered, no doubt realization dawning that our time was limited to days now, not weeks. I didn’t want to ruin the vibe, so I kissed him again before rounding up my clothes and heading to my room to change.
After we freshened up and grabbed some coffee, we went to the barn, only to have Maisy flick her tail impatiently at us.
“Sorry, girl. I was busy loving up a cute boy. You understand, don’tcha?” he said with such affection, my heart skipped a beat. My cheeks felt on fire, but he ignored my reaction and just got to work.
I nearly wrestled him to the ground and took his mouth again.
And it was undeniably bittersweet working the farm, just Kerry and me.
When Sienna got home a couple of hours later with Ainsley in tow, Ainsley chattered on about her sleepover with Grandma while Sienna had trouble making eye contact, which was an obvious clue that she’d spent the night with Brad. And I wasn’t complaining because I would’ve stayed in bed with Kerry all day long if I had the chance. Guilt could not worm its way inside me this time, and it seemed Kerry wasn’t allowing it to either because the shadows normally present beneath his eyes had vanished for the day.
I would treasure the night I spent with Kerry forever. That much was true.
Even two days later, Kerry and I could not stop our stupid grins as we passed by each other on the porch. “You look good leading Mercy around the paddock,” he said.
“Thanks, it feels awesome.” I watched him a second as he met George by the tractor to have some words. I wanted to burn all this into my memory, especially Kerry.
I had completed another session with Dr. Barnes, and that too felt heavy, since I only had one left before I made my way back East again. Had I been here longer, I might’ve asked her to help me lead up to actually riding Mercy. But that would require overcoming more of my fears. And if I knew Dr. Barnes, she would never consider rushing the process. I appreciated that about her. I was getting so much from slowing way down and just enjoying my time with Mercy. Besides, who knew if he was ready to ride again after the traumatic accident he’d been through.