“Lily,” I groan as she comes around on my cock, taking me with her as I come deep inside her, not caring about any repercussions we may have to face.
Her head drops to the crook of my neck, both of us sucking in gulpfuls of air.
“That was quite the good morning, handsome.”
“Fuck yes, it was. We’ll be doing that again, many times today. After we get some food in our bellies.” At the mention of food, her stomach growls.
“I guess you helped me work up an appetite.” She pulls away from my body, standing up, her skirt falling down, hiding her from my view, and I know just what I’ll be watching later on.
“I suppose we did. You okay? We didn’t use protection.” Which was probably careless on my part, but either way, I’d do it all over again.
“Shit, I wasn’t even thinking. I’m not on anything, you know. Single, definitely wasn’t going to do anything with crazy dude, Chad. I should be okay, you know, just finished my period, but we’ll have to use protection until I get to my doctor.” She shrugs.
“Not too sure how I feel about having anything between us, but it’s your body, honey. That being said, I’ll need to stop at the store sometime today.” I wink and watch as she rubs her thighs together.
“When you put it like that, I don’t either. Ugh, this sucks. Let me think about it, but food and coffee first. I’m sorry I missed helping you feed Emma and Merle this morning. Oh, and I guess the other animals too. Whoops.”
“It wasn’t a big deal. You needed the sleep, and they needed to eat. There’ll be plenty more times for you to help me. The cows are easy. Most of the time, they eat from the fields, unless it’s haying season. That’s a whole other ball game. Let’s get you fed, and we’ll discuss what we’re going to do today.” I stand up and fix my jeans so I’m not standing with my dick in the wind when I see Lily’s eyes staring at what I’m doing with hunger in her eyes. I know this may have started off different, but I know exactly where it’s going.
Chapter Twelve
Lily
Reckless and careless, that’s probably what Beau and I were being the remainder of our Sunday we spent together. We never left his bed unless it was for necessities, and even then, Beau or I would just bring food to bed with us. I hated like hell when the afternoon turned into evening and I knew I had to head home, wanting to get back before the sun set and the sky turned from burnt oranges, reds, and pinks into pitch black. Beau wasn’t impressed and followed me home. He even came inside my apartment, did a check, kissed me thoroughly, and then I watched him from my living room window as he left. A piece of my heart leaving with him.
My house, which usually feels warm and welcoming, is awfully quiet tonight. It might be that the only sounds I can hear in the background are the quiet hum of the appliances, the ticking of a clock, and the whir of the ceiling fan. So different from Beau’s place. There are no animals in the distance, no looking outside and seeing nothing but land, grass that feels crisp and cool beneath your feet. It’s a stark comparison, that’s for sure.
“Oh well, you better get your butt ready for work tomorrow,” I say to the empty room. Beau and I took a shower earlier today, after which I slid on one of his shirts, just for it to be taken off when we tumbled back into bed. That’s what happens when your own clothes get shredded to pieces, well, besides my skirt. That wasn’t ripped up, but my panties were a lost cause, and the tank top was eventually trashed when we couldn’t get me out of it fast enough.
I meander to my bedroom, needing to get ready for bed but not really wanting too. It’s quite the fashion statement wearing a shirt of Beau’s, a pair of his sweatpants, and, of course, my boots. When he came in and did a full apartment check, I was worried what his first impression would be. This place is a stark contrast to his. Then my next thought was that I really hoped I didn’t leave something out, whether it be dirty clothes or something of the other dirty variety. My mental checklist was going crazy. When he came back with a grin on his face, I was sure he found something. Beau didn’t say anything, and I’m shocked I didn’t dart around my apartment to see what could have caused that look on his face. Instead, I chose to watch him leave. Now that I’m in my room and see everything is in its rightful place, I’m even more intrigued. I’d call or text Beau, but I know he’s still driving.