We all laugh as one of the big guys nicknamed Tiny rinses off and heads inside. I take extra care to clean my hands and nails, wanting to look good for Clare. I’ve never felt that need before: wanting to look good for someone. But I find myself needing to impress her. I want her to look at me and see everything she wants. I want to walk into a room and have everyone disappear for her. Because that’s what she does to me. She’s rapidly becoming the center of my world, and I want to be the same.
“Brandon’s out in the barn with Fluffy. I think she might be going into labor anytime now,” Earl says, walking up beside me to clean up for dinner. “I’ll have one of the boys bring him a plate.”
I just grunt in response, thinking it’s for the best. I really don’t want him around Clare right now. I don’t know where this jealous streak inside me is coming from, but it’s in there and it’s loud. I try to shake it off knowing that he’s a part of this farm, but so is she, so I’ve got to trust her and let it go. But for the life of me, I can’t do what my head is telling me to. My caveman is a lot louder than my sense when it comes to Clare, and for some reason I don’t give a shit.
I nearly run into the house when I’m finished, wanting to get to her as soon as possible. When I get inside, I see the table all set up with plates and food ready to be served family style. I take in a deep breath and my mouth waters at the smell of pot roast. She’s made enough for an army, and all the fixings with it. Even homemade biscuits. Looking into the kitchen, I see her setting out a chocolate cake on the counter. I head straight for her.
Once I reach her, I don’t stop as I pick her up and carry her into the pantry. Once there, I press her gently against the shelves, and I feel her legs wrap around me for support.
“Cash,” she whispers, but it’s a half laugh. “What are you doing?”
“Just wanted to thank my woman for a mighty fine dinner.”
I lock my lips with hers, licking her lips and feeling her open up for me. I taste a hint of chocolate on her, and I moan at the flavor. So sweet and so good. All I want to do is fall into this kiss for all eternity.
I feel her fingers go to the nape of my neck as she pulls me closer to her. It’s as if she can’t get enough either. Her legs tighten and the ridge of my cock starts to grind against her as the kiss turns into more than I ever intended. Well, who am I kidding? I always want more than just a kiss when it comes to Clare.
This quick moment turns into so much more as we cling to one another, trying to get as close as possible. My lips need more, so I move them down her neck and lick her there, wanting even more of her sweetness.
“You haven’t even tasted dinner and you’re doing this. What will you do after you’ve tasted it?”
Clare’s words are coming out in little gasps as my tongue moves lower.
“I think we both know what’s going to happen after I get one bite.”
She moans and grinds against me, teasing us both into a frenzy.
“Cash,” she whispers, and it’s then I have to pull back.
Hearing my name on her lips is so intimate and filled with sex that I don’t want to risk anyone overhearing it.
Taking my lips away from her neck, I look into her eyes and see just how much she needs me.
“You want more, baby?”
Clare licks her lips and nods her head rapidly without hesitation.
“Tonight. You’re in my bed. I won’t take you until you’re mine on paper. But I want you in my bed tonight.”
She nods her head again, taking in air fast and hard as if out of breath.
“I want you to show me what’s mine. And I want a taste. You won’t deny me, will you?”
It’s not a question, but she closes her eyes and nods, as if the thought is too much to handle.
I let her down slowly as my hard cock rubs as much of her as it can. I want to rub it all over her naked body, but now is not the time. After a second, we both smile at one another. The hurried tension is gone and a comfortable need settles between us. After she’s got her clothes back into place and I’ve adjusted the beast in my jeans, I take her hand and pull her out of the pantry and over to the where everyone is eating dinner.
I help her settle down in my lap at the head of the table, serving us two plates of her delicious food.
“Eat, baby,” I whisper in her ear. She’s so tiny. She could afford to have a little more weight on her, and I’m going to make sure that happens.
All the guys are talking and laughing, enjoying the home-cooked meal. It warms my heart and makes this place feel complete. Squeezing Clare closer to me, I smile as we eat. All the men rave about her cooking. I’m filled with pride, and jealousy but I try to let the pride win out. She’s the best thing that’s happened to this place since I can remember, so I focus on the positive instead of being an asshole about it.
Suddenly, Brandon comes into the dining room, and my arm around Clare tightens.
“Sorry to interrupt, boss, but looks like Fluffy is breech. I think I might need you on this.”
Brandon doesn’t so much as look at Clare. This goes a long way to ease some of my unwarranted irritation with him. He’s a good worker, and I like having him around. It’s just going to take some time to get used to having Clare and my jealousy in the same room.