14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Libby
“What do you mean she has to go?” I fight back the tears that threaten to spill.
I know they won’t do any good, and that makes it worse.
“Millie’s one of the older ones, Lib. Her production is due to drop. Better to get rid of her now then when she’s worth less. I’m sorry.” Dad’s mouth tilts into a lopsided frown.
It’s his expression for “done arguing”.
“I found an investor,” I say quietly. I didn’t want to drop that bomb until I had everything wrapped up.
But my favorite cow is on the line.
Dad narrows his eyes. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You don’t need this responsibility. Go be a kid, live your life, have fun.” He waves his hand and turns away.
“I’m not a fucking child!” My voice climbs higher than I want it to. “I’m old enough to know what I want. I can do this. I’ve practically been running the barn for the last two years.” I might not know all the paperwork side of things, but I can learn.
Blue can teach me.
A flush of heat works up my cheeks knowing he’s due back later today.
“I ain’t selling it to you, Lib. I refuse,” Dad growls, grabbing his keys. “They’re getting loaded up tomorrow. End of discussion.”
I want to scream, cry, kick. But I let my nails dig into my palms and force down the frustration that bites at the back of my throat.
“What if you’re throwing away my favorite thing?” I say quietly. “Is it so wrong to want to keep the dairy? I’m proud of what we’ve built, I don’t want it to just dry up and blow away.” God, I hate that my voice quivers.
He pauses with his palm on the handle of the door. “This place will suck all the fun out of your life, Lib. I don’t want that for you.”
The icy air rushes in when he leaves, only further chilling the cold that’s settled in my chest.
Collapsing onto the couch, I let cries loose that I managed to hold in check while he was here. “What the fuck am I going to do?” I ask the empty room.
Like some vague answer will manifest from the wood paneled walls and worn yellow shag carpet.
Before I realize it, I find myself wandering out to the office.
Maybe if I keep trying, I can prove to Dad that I can do this .
The leftover wine cooler that’s in the fridge goes down easy as I sort through more piles. It’s slow getting the information added to the database, but I’m finally feeling like I’m making progress when I hear the click of the door.
My heart races when I see Blue’s lanky form.
I want to say something funny. Snarky. Sexy.
Yet words fail me, and I find myself rushing to him and throwing my arms around his waist.
“Well, hello to you too,” he chuckles softly, rubbing his hot palms over my back.
Tears have returned by the time I look up at him. “He’s selling Millie.”
Blue’s brows knit. “I know, rebel. I’m sorry.” His thumbs frame my face and gently smoothes the droplets away.
“I don’t want to lose the farm.” I take a deep breath, then step back. “Am I just wasting my time? I mean, without it, I could run off to Italy for a vacation like Ford and April are planning.”
His mustache twitches. “Yes…you can. Gonna go by yourself?” The corners of his eyes crinkle.
My chin tilts as I squint at him. “Maybe? Bring back some hot young Italian who isn’t afraid to make me come whenever I want.” I turn, gesturing towards the paper piles all over the desk. “Someone who can do this part. It sucks.”
Blue keeps playing with me, he might miss his chance .
He’s been away for three days without a word after our hot as fuck make out session.
It makes a girl wonder where she stands.
His broad hands circle my waist and he presses his chest against my back. “Or maybe you could ride with me when I have to go up to Flathead for three days where there’s no cell phone service?”
Heat stampedes through me when I feel the bulge of his crotch between my ass cheeks.
“Big promises from a guy who said he didn’t want me.” I let my hand snake between us to grab his belt loop.
His lips move next to my ear, letting out a low groan. “I never said I didn’t want you. I said I can’t…Or shouldn’t.”
“That’s too bad. I could really use the distraction.” My fingers stray down, brushing over his zipper.
Impulsively, I twist in his arms, grabbing the front of his jeans.
“We had a deal.” A smile flickers over his lips.
“Yea, that I couldn’t come again. But we never said anything about you.” I drop to my knees before he can stop me and fumble for the button to his Wranglers.
Damn buckle.
They’re harder to take off from this direction.
His deep, rich laugh fills the room, then he lifts me by my armpits. “We can always renegotiate the terms.” His strong palms move to my thighs, wrapping them around his hips as he braces me against the cool concrete wall .
My arms fly to his neck, pulling him closer.
His voice drops, his whiskers tickling my chin. “See, I’m the kind of guy that firmly believes in ladies first. I don’t think I’d even be able to get off before you.”
When his lips touch mine, it’s like last time.
But better.
This time isn’t a surprise, or a game.
He kisses me with purpose, claiming my mouth as his.
Fire runs through me when our tongues battle, and we both ignore his Stetson falling to the floor so my fingers can run through his hair, tugging him even tighter to me.
I can feel him grinding against me, rock hard through the layers between us.
“Please,” I beg him as his mouth burns its way down my jaw. “Let me touch you.”
I know we probably won’t be together forever. But for just a little while, I want to be his.
He pauses, staring into my eyes. “Libby…”
Fucker.
I buck my butt against the wall, pushing him away until my feet land on the floor.
“Do it, or don’t. But stop messing with me if you don’t want to go along.” My finger jabs towards the desk. “I can do this. I’m figuring it out without you.”
Son of a bitch, my lower lip is quivering and I can’t stop it.
Why do I always cry when I get pissed off ?
The sound of his zipper shuts me up.
A thin veil of black fabric juts from the gap in his jeans.
“I have never had a woman get so mad she couldn’t have my cock.” His sideways grin makes my knees weak.
Tentatively, I reach out and stroke the taut cotton, the only thing between us.
With half-lidded eyes, he presses me against the desk, grabbing my wrist and cupping himself with my palm. “It’s yours, rebel. But I’ll say it again, I’m not giving it to you here.”
My fingers trace the bulbous head, making him inhale sharply.
“Just the tip?” I’ll bargain. The need that saturates my veins makes it hard to breathe.
All I can think about is what it would feel like to have him in me.
His hand flattens over my belly, and drifts down under the baggy edge of my sweatpants. “No panties?” he growls before diving deeper. “And soaking wet for me.”
When he finds my clit, it makes me jump as the spark of contact jolts through.
A damp spot forms on the end of his stiff cock.
Pre-cum is a real thing? He has it for me?
“I had high hopes.” I let my head fall back, letting the sensation of his fingers pour over me.
His mouth finds my exposed throat, leaving a trail of embers with his mouth .
“You shouldn’t want to give me your first time,” he growls against my skin. “It ain’t mine to take.”
“You’re right,” I murmur, rolling the pad of my thumb over his growing smear of cum. “It’s mine to give.”
It only takes a little shimmy of my hips to push my loose pants down far enough for me to spread my knees.
When he moves between my thighs, it feels so…right.
“Just the tip,” he pants. “If we’re gonna do this, I want you in my bed where I can take my time with you.”
Both my arms wrap around his neck until my lips flirt over his. “I accept the terms of the new deal.”
His thumb twitches over some hidden flap letting his rigid, purple length spring free.
Holy shit. How’s that gonna fit?
“Don’t be scared, little rebel. I ain’t that big.” He moves in, letting his girthy head press against my slick pussy.
Just the pressure of it makes something feral snap within me.
I need him.
My ankles wrap the back of his calves, tugging on him.
Bracing his palms on the desk, he holds himself still. “You gotta promise not to move, Lib,” he pants. “You are—” He takes a ragged breath. “—difficult to resist.”
I can’t form words. Every synapse in my body is focused on where our bodies meet.
My hips spasm, instinct trying to sink him deeper, until his long fingers dig into my thigh, freezing my movements .
“Don’t,” he chides. “Let me do the work.”
All I can do is whine and dig my nails into his upper arms in the blind hope he loses control.
His thumb strokes my clit in a tight circle, sending waves of fire with each round.
It’s an overwhelming feeling, my body stretching around him as he inches his way into me.
“Fuck, Libby, you’re so tight,” he groans.
The vibration of his words, the gyration of his thumb, and the fullness of the tip of his cock is enough to push me over the edge.
He pulls out as the first crash rolls through me. My belly trembles as the quakes shudder every muscle.
“You’re goddamn perfect.” His lips brush my mouth before falling into a feverish kiss. “Come home with me.” He cups my jaw, pinning his rigid length between our hips. “Let me do this right.”
“That wasn’t all of it?” I’m confused. It felt like he was in me.
And holy shit did it feel good.
He chuckles, grabbing himself and wrapping his fingers only halfway down the mushroomed head. “This is all the further I got.” He tucks himself into his zipper. “I was afraid if I pushed anymore, I wasn’t gonna be able to hold back.”
Those damn dimples have me joining his grin.
“Let me grab my stuff.”