Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Louisa
Ellis has me flipped onto my back before I realize what’s happening.
He fucks me deep and hard, exactly what I wanted but I couldn’t express.
How did he know?
“Too hard?”
“Fuck no,” I cry, squeezing him with all my might. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
“Never,” he grunts, thrusting so thoroughly I wouldn’t be surprised if I felt him in my spleen.
With every thrust, the headboard slaps forcefully at a slow, almost deliberate cadence against the wall. It's like each slam has forethought and a specific aim behind it. And that aim is to steal the breath from my lungs. Wring out every drop.
It's all so good I can barely spit out the praise he deserves. "Yes. Please. More."
Those words are each a complete sentence, and that's all he needs to hear.
Ellis growls.
The man is firm, passionate, and unhurried, filling me up and taking me apart piece by piece. I won't be surprised if this farmer's big dick plows us through the wall and into the other room.
"So good," he rumbles. "That pretty pussy is so tight. So...fucking...perfect."
I don't know what to do with that, so I simply squeeze him tighter -- with my thighs, and with everything inside me.
He rasps a snarling curse, gritting his teeth.
Ellis is rearranging everything I’ve ever assumed about sex. He’s in control but considerate. He’s kind but firm. He takes what he wants but also gives me what I need.
I never thought getting dicked would be this damn life-affirming.
The pressure from the repeated thrusts is like a massage to my clit, and I come a second time.
“Oh, shit! Oh my god!”
“That’s it. Come for me, baby. Come all over that fat cock.”
Lordy, he’s so damn dirty that my body gushes. A moment later, he explodes inside me, releasing a string of curses. “Oh fuck…fuck me…Louisa…I’m coming…”
Small spasms continue to roll over me long after Ellis slowly, carefully, pulls out, rolls over, peels off the condom, and fetches a warm towel from the bathroom.
I laugh as he tenderly cleans me up. “Thank god you’re not using my underwear this time.”
He growls. “Only the best for my girl.”
“What about if I was …your wife?”
Ellis freezes for a moment, as if he’s thinking about what I said. Then, he continues cleaning me up.
“You’ve been thinking about my offer?”
“Yes. And the more I think about it, the more it feels like the right decision. For safety.”
When he’s finished, he hauls me close to his side, and our legs tangle together like an old married couple’s.
“Just for safety?” Ellis asks, sweetly smoothing my hair away from my face.
“And for the sex. Because you are…”
“I’m what?”
I shiver against him, feeling sleep creep into my body. Sighing, I tell him only as much as I feel safe to say.
“Because you’re really, really good at it.”
He chuckles, kissing my forehead, and making me feel seen and protected.
“I’m ready when you are.”
The princess-cut diamond with a traditional gold band is pretty, but it just doesn’t feel like me.
“Too much,” I say to the clerk at the shopping mall jewelry store in Bozeman.
Ellis and I have only decided to get married hours ago, and just like that, we have an appointment with a justice of the peace this afternoon in Bozeman.
But first, Ellis insisted we kill some time at the mall to look for a ring.
“What about this one?” Ellis points to an emerald-cut diamond with clusters of smaller ones on either side.
“That one is too expensive, Ellis,” I say.
“I don’t care about that. You should get what you want.”
There’s just too many choices. Too many people. Too much noise.
“Can we just get a couple of simple bands? I don’t care about jewels. Jewelry just gets caught on my sweaters, anyway.”
Humoring me, Ellis leads me out of the shopping mall, and we make our way downtown. We find a parking garage and decide to grab a bite to eat at a funky little cafe and bookstore near the university.
“This is much more your vibe than the shopping mall food court, isn’t it?”
I nod, more interested in the books than in the food.
“Maybe we should just sell the farm and move to the city,” Ellis says.
Sitting back in my chair, I’m speechless. “Ellis. You can’t up and sell your grandparents’ farm.”
“Why not? It’s not making me money. I’m in debt up to my eyeballs. I suppose you should know that before you marry me.”
I shrug. “I don’t care about that. But if the farm means something to you, we should make it work.”
“We?”
“We’re a team now, right? Let’s talk about it,” I say, dumping ranch onto my expertly prepared gourmet salad. “Where does most of your income come from?”
Ellis shifts in his chair. “I grow and sell hay to most of the surrounding farms. And herbs, plants, and produce in the summer. There’s a strawberry field that has gone fallow, but that’s also a seasonal thing, and it’s the hardest thing to get going again.”
“Anything else?”
“Grandma used to sell flowers for local wedding venues, but I had to let that go, too. Simple maintenance and animals take up most of my time. The only thing that brings income year-round is the eggs, but that fluctuates.”
I pick at my salad as we discuss what else we could do to bring income all year round. “Have you considered making cheese?”
He rubs his forehead. “The cows are expensive already, and I’d need a hell of a lot more to make that profitable.”
“What if we sell the cows and buy goats instead? They make great cheese, they’re easier to contain, they’re cheaper to buy…”
Ellis takes a napkin and starts scribbling down ideas. I have no idea if any of this will work, but it feels nice to be taken seriously.
On the way to the courthouse, we run into a small antique store and decide to take a look. While there, we have a look at the costume jewelry case. Inside is a matching set of his and hers scrollwork rings. The decorative engraving resembles ocean waves.
“These are definitely you,” says the clerk after we try them on. My ring is slightly too big, but I'm happy with it. We pay $65 for the set, and the clerk hands them over in a small velvet drawstring bag.
Ellis threads his fingers through mine as we leave the store and go to the courthouse.
“You look happy,” he says.
“I feel happy,” I say, even though at the back of my mind, I wish Olivia and Goldie were with me to act as witnesses.