Finding Solace

Do I want this life again? This life comes with rumor mills and farming, and an honest day’s work, a positive side effect. “How much debt are we talking about?”

Billy shoves off the truck and grabs the fencing at my feet. “I don’t have the final numbers or anything, but I know they’re well into six figures.”

Shit. That’s a lot more than I thought. Glancing back at her, I realize how strong she is. Who knows what else she’s had to hide for so long? I hate that her pretty smile possibly hides more troubles than anyone is aware.

“C’mon,” he says. “I need to fix the coop and get back to my farm by noon to get some stuff done over there.”

Taking the fencing from him, I say, “You head out. I can handle the coop and anything else she needs done today.”

Laughing, he lowers his cap but releases the fencing. “I bet you can.”

“Fuck off.”

His laughter turns hardier. “Beers later?”

“You’re on. Text me.”

“Do you ever take calls anymore?”

“No.”

He slams the tailgate closed. “You’re back in Solace Pointe, man. Time to slow down and reconnect with the real world.”

“Yeah. Yeah. You’re lucky you even have my number. Not many do.”

Tossing his keys in the air, he catches them, and says, “See ya at beer o’clock.” He gets in his truck and starts the engine. “Call me if you need anything, Delilah.”

She looks up, smiles, and waves. “Thanks, Billy. You’re the best.”

Billy’s truck kicks up some dust. I set the fencing down and walk over to her. “Hey.”

One side of her mouth lifts when she looks at me. “Hey, yourself.”

“I thought I was the best.”

“Aw, don’t be jealous. You’re the best at so much.”

“Like?” I ask, teasing but curious.

The weight of the ax falls to the ground and she rests her body on the handle. “I’ve never known you to have low self-esteem.”

“I don’t, but when it comes to you, I wonder.”

The ax is dropped altogether, and she comes to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. There’s a sheen to her skin that makes her glow from the inside and ignites a need within me. I want this woman. Damn, I want her. I take her by the waist and lick along the base of her neck.

“Jason?” She squeals in shock but giggles. “Oh my God, you’re an animal.”

“I find you utterly impossible to resist. You taste divine, by the way.” Despite her words, she settles into my hold, pressing our bodies together. Kissing her neck, I taste her skin again and find my way to her earlobe where I nibble. “Do you know what you do to me? Do you know how incredibly sexy it is watching you wield that ax?”

She laughs again, squirming. She’s ticklish, and I love that too much. I’ll definitely have to indulge my enjoyment of that trait later when we’re naked. I lift her into my arms, and she straddles me. When I lick the shell of her ear, she moans, and her middle seeks pleasure against me.

“Sure is hot out here,” she says.

Swinging her over my shoulder, I say, “We should go inside then,” and dash for the door.

She’s hanging upside down against my back, but I have a firm hold of her tight ass while she’s drumming on mine. “Animal.”

“You love it.”

Her laughter trails behind us. “Never.” She keeps laughing, though.

“Admit it. You love it.” I’m about to go to her room, but I detour to the bathroom to wash my hands. I want to feel my girl on the inside, so I need to get this filthy farm off me. The water faucet is on as I scrub the dirt from my hands.

“I do love it, but you do realize I’m still on your shoulder, right?”

“I do.” I dry my hands and then turn around.

She reaches down like a good girl and washes her hands. “Then you must also realize this is the weirdest foreplay I’ve ever done.”

“Cleanliness before . . .” I don’t finish that thought. Considering what I’m about to do to this woman, I don’t need to drag God into it. Unless, of course, it’s being called at the top of her orgasm. Then she can go right ahead and scream his name all she wants, and I’ll take it as a job well done.

Slapping my ass hard, she says, “All done.”

I like this time with her. It’s full of fun and her sunshine. She’s just what I need, a prescription to help heal my ailments.

I make it to her room and toss her on the bed. “Okay, there you go. See you later,” I tease, pretending to leave.

She grabs the back hem of my shirt, yanking me backward. “Oh no, you don’t.” When I fall onto the bed, her smile settles as she lies back, arms wide, legs spread. “Come here.”