“You were a Girl Scout?” I grin.
She nods. “Sold cookies and everything.”
“You taste better than any cookie I’ve ever had,” I joke, nibbling her neck.
“I doubt that, but whatever you’re doing feels good so don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of ever stopping when it comes to you, Bethany.”
Her fingers thread my hair as she pulls my mouth up to hers. Travelling and our unique way of making up, exhaust her. Even though it’s barely past nine, she curls up on her bed and falls asleep. I take the time to go back out to my truck and collect her suitcase. In our haste to get inside, we forgot it earlier. Since she’s asleep, I move slowly up the stairs with it, careful not to bump it against anything and wake her up. I want to take care of her, just like her impulse is to take care of me.
Once I have it up in her room, and in a corner ready for her to unpack, I undress. Sliding under the covers I pull her flush against, my lip curling into a satisfied grin as her body molds itself to mine, even in sleep. I was an idiot to consider throwing this away. Pushing her away is a mistake I’ll only make once. I know now it was wrong to think because of my injury that maybe I wasn’t man enough for her. What I’ve learned is it takes a true man to admit their weaknesses.
I’m lucky enough to have the love and support of Bethany despite them.
Epilogue
Eight Months Later
“We’re going to be late,” Bethany groans, arguing but not really arguing as I lift her dress up.
“No such thing as being late to a picnic.” I ease her down onto me and we both moan as I fill her.
Number one perk of moving in with Bethany, other than just being around her all the time, has been the on-the-fly sex. We can be on the sofa just hanging out and she’ll slide into my lap, or at breakfast, if I catch a glimpse of her gorgeous breasts, I can just bend her over the kitchen counter, and lastly like right now, some hard and fast up-against–the-wall sex before we walk out the door.
Is it strange owning and working a farm I’m not currently living on? Some days, but being able to fall asleep next to Bethany every night makes it worth it.
Slipping my hand between us, my fingers furiously circle her clit until she comes all over my cock. Ladies always first, I wait till she’s done before I follow. She teases me about it, but ever since I regained feeling in my foot, sex standing up has been my downfall. I can’t lie; it makes me feel powerful, and knowing I’m not going to trip or drop her takes all the anxiety out of it.
“Ready, hornball.”
I lower her legs and kiss her. “I love your pet names, darling.”
She gives my ass a squeeze before going to the bathroom to clean up. Ever since she went on the pill, we’ve been condom free. I’ve never experienced that before her, the feeling of absolutely nothing between us. If I thought sex was addictive before, it’s even more so now.
“All better?” I joke once she’s all done.
“I should have just left it and had you explain to your parents why I had cum running down my leg.”
I cringe and shake my head as she laughs at me. Once she’s close enough, I pull her in for another kiss.
She pulls away, grabbing my hand and tugging me to the door. “No way, mister, we’re already late enough.”
“Like being outside will stop me,” I argue, vividly recalling the time I bent her over the back of my truck, that time on the front porch or the time chasing fireflies turned into chasing each other.
She slips into the driver’s seat. I let her drive my truck one time and now it’s her favorite thing to do. She’s lucky she looks so sexy behind that wheel; only thing I love more than my truck is her.
“Are we bringing anything?” I ask, suddenly realizing my hands are empty.
She tilts her head to the back of the truck. “I carried the cooler out when you were in the shower. There’s extra ice and a fruit salad in it.”
“I would have carried it,” I argue.
“I know but I didn’t want to forget it so I just loaded it while I was thinking about it.”
That’s my girl. She doesn’t wait for someone else to take care of her. She just does it. It doesn’t always work out well. I smile to myself remembering the first time I met her. If she hadn’t been stuck under the table she was trying to put together all by herself, she might not have made as great of an impression on me. I won’t ever know for sure, but either way, she’s had me hook, line and sinker since day one.
Bethany parks not far from where the tents are set up. We’re lucky it’s a good day for a picnic. We’ve had nothing but rain the past week but it was sunny yesterday and there isn’t a cloud in the sky today as well. The ground has dried up nicely so it’s grassy and not muddy where the grills are set up.