I miss her, but I can’t keep her trapped just because I’m fucking paranoid that I’ll lose her. Besides, I can’t take her because there’s just too much going on at the ranch.
It’s about four thirty when I finally see them pulling into the driveway. I’m out of the barn and down to the house to assist as soon as I can. “How was your trip, ladies?”
“Crazy? Two boys in a busy store will do that, but we got everything I had on my list plus the stuff Dillon asked for.”
“Great. I’ll bring these in the house.”
“Is John done for the day?”
“Not yet, but he’s driving home right now to help you with the groceries.”
“Great.” She pulls out once I’m done taking our groceries inside.
“Okay. These four bags go to Dillon. The rest is for here.”
“Damn. You did a lot of shopping for him.”
“It’s for the guys, and it’s not everything. Your employees need to eat.”
“It’s not that I buy the food. It’s that…”
“I’m shopping for another man?”
“Yes.”
“Jealous looks sexy on you, Mr. Reynolds. It’s the least I can do. You need them to do their part. The sooner all the work is done, the sooner you get to come home.”
“Sorry, babe.”
She rises up on her tippy toes and plants a kiss on my cheek. “Are you done for the day?”
“I have paperwork to handle if these guys want a check.”
“Okay. How much time do I have to get dinner done?”
“I’ll be ready to take you out tonight at six.”
“Out?”
“Yes. I’m taking you to Ciao. You need time off too.”
“That’s sweet of you.” This time, she kisses my lips and my control slips. I pin her to the island with my hips while my hands cup her face, kissing her until she’s panting and all my blood has gone south.
“I better get to work. Do you have the rest of this?”
“Yes, I do.” I steal another peck and then go to work before I carry her to bed.
Work has been harder to focus on as the days pass by. I want to ask her to be my wife and never leave, but it’s too soon. I love her so fucking much that I can barely breathe. The thought of losing her would destroy me. If I push the issue, she might just leave after her three months. We’re down to two months until her birthday. Her three months weren’t precisely three; she rounded up. Damn it. I have two months to show her a life with me is worth living in the cold, which she hates. That came as a shocker to me, but I’m just going to find ways to convince her we can spend the rest of our days warming each other up.
I manage to get through all my paperwork, then rush upstairs for a shower and change into a nice pair of slacks and sweater. When I get out, I see Ava stepping out of her old room and I have to do a double take. She’s wearing a mid-length red dress that flows outward and hugs her voluptuous breasts, pushing them upward.
“Is this too much? We stopped at Dress It Up and Louisa insisted I pick something out.”
“No. God, no. You look beautiful. I mean, you always look beautiful, but I…Fuck. I don’t know what I’m saying.” I’m making a fool of myself.
“Thank you. You look extra handsome, if that’s even possible,” she says, intentionally raking her eyes over me from top to bottom. My cock beats on my zipper, and she doesn’t miss that.
She glides her hand down over my pants, rubbing my engorged meat. It’s all her doing, but damn, that feels so fucking good and I’m not pulling her hand away. “Do you think we should take care of it before we go? You’re not the only one who gets jealous.”
She drops to her knees and frees my cock, wrapping her lips around the head, sucking hard. "Look up at me," I growl. Ava tilts her head, giving me her gorgeous eyes. "So fucking beautiful. Jealousy sure looks fucking good on you."
Ava moans around me while stroking the rest of my length with her soft hands. I toss my head back and close my eyes. It feels so damn good that I don’t know if I can take it anymore.
“I’m about to come, babe.” She pumps and sucks me even faster until I let go, sending jets of cum down her throat. Ava doesn’t let a drop fall from her lips. “So fucking sexy, Ava.” I help her up to her feet and kiss her hard. I don’t give a fuck if I can taste myself on her tongue. I’m almost ready to skip dinner anyway.
“Hey, hey.” She gently pushes me off her. “You promised me dinner, big boy. Take me out, and then you can devour me for dessert later.”