17. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
Blue
I watch the doubt make her chew on the inside of her cheek.
She’s so young and vulnerable.
Is this really what she needs? Some old cowboy who wants to keep her for himself?
Am I doing the right thing in wanting her to stay?
Fuck. I don’t want to be the reason she goes.
If she outgrows me, I’ll have to just cross that bridge later.
For now, I’m going to selfishly enjoy every moment she’s mine.
Mine.
That makes my cock twitch against the mattress.
Nestled here between her thighs with her under me is the first time I’ve felt any kind of tug in my chest.
I’ve always been the one getting up and leaving.
But the thought of walking away from her…hurts.
I’m not strong enough to push her away .
“Blue?” Her fingers stroke up and down my ribs leaving trails of goosebumps. “My dad is going to sell Millie.”
I raise my head enough to see the pain pinching her eyes.
“Tell me more about your investor. Are they reputable?” I’m torn even more now.
Part of me wants to support her in anything she does.
Yet the selfish as fuck side of me is lured by the dairy closing so I can keep her all to myself.
Who am I kidding? She’d be miserable as hell without the farm.
She lives and breathes it.
Then she snorts and giggles, shaking my chest.
“Yea, it’s Mason. He said we could work out a lease plan. I’d sell him the cows, but I’d get to keep them and run the dairy. Then over time, I’d buy them back in either calves or interest.” Her chin tips up with a long sigh. “But Dad said ‘no’.”
Lying over her naked body, her skin still flushed with the after effects of her orgasms…it makes it impossible to not feel my temper rise towards her father.
Am I making my choice? Libby over Clay?
Brushing away the lone tear that crests from her blue eyes with my thumb, there’s no question in my mind.
“What can I do to help?” I let my pelvis roll enough so she can feel the hard tip of my cock pressing against her. “Because all I can offer at the moment is fucking you so hard you forget your name.”
A grin floats over her lips. “Promise?” She wiggles her hips, seating my cock into the wet hollow of her pussy.
I’m so damn torn. All it would take is one thrust to sink into her bare.
I’d be flirting with death.
With a groan, I let myself dip in. Just enough to feel her inner muscles tighten around the end of my shaft and watch her mouth drop into a long inhale.
Any deeper, I know she’s gonna be sore.
“One of these days, my little rebel,” I find her lips in a long kiss before I rock my dick out of her addictive cunt.
Her nails dig into my ass cheeks as she tries to tug me back. “Blue…” she pants. “It feels so good.”
“Neither one of us are ready for that kinda trouble,” I chuckle, straddling her thigh, then making her turn on her side so her back is cradled against my chest.
Without having to tell her, she lifts her knee and lets me slip my stiff length between her legs to rub along her soaked seam.
Her fingers caress the tip, then she presses me tightly to her clit.
In slow gyrations, I work myself back and forth across her pussy while my lips follow the lines of her neck, and my hands explore her firm breasts.
A shiver runs through her, and her hips start working with mine, upping the rhythm of the strokes .
When she lets out a panting whine, it makes my nuts tighten.
“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock.” I wrap her waist with my arm for better leverage, pistoning myself between the grips of her thighs against her hand.
She tilts her head with rapid breaths, pushing her knees out to enhance the angle of our friction.
“Blue,” she cries, jolting from the first spasms rocking through her.
Her palm curves to squeeze me as my own release begins to shudder in the depths of my belly, plunging me into the vise-like grip of her contracting cunt.
Intense pleasure rockets through me before I realize—
Fuck.
I pull out as fast as I can, spurting the last of my hot cum over her perfect ass.
I hope I wasn’t too late.
She buries her face in the pillow, giggling as she catches her breath. “Sorry,” she laughs.
“You are a rebel.” I lean back, my chest heaving. “That one might deserve a spanking.” My hand rubs her hip before I tap it lightly.
“That’s on the list.” Her voice is muffled, but I can hear the humor in it.
“What, a spanking or a baby?”
She turns, blinking those bewitching big blue eyes up at me. “Both. ”
Like I said, trouble with a capital “T”.
Post nut clarity is what some people call it.
I haven’t gotten off twice in a single day since I was, well, a lot younger.
But with her, it’s as if my mind is racing through all of the ways to solve her problems.
“I have an idea to save your cows. If you want to make a stop and talk to Mason before I take you out for dinner.” I think staying in this bed all day with her will be dangerous for both of us.
It’d be a good way to go, though.
Her warm breath tickles over my chest, her thigh drapes over mine, and her evil damn finger drifts lightly over my soft cock making it jump occasionally.
“Do we have to?” She trails her touch around the ridge before following the vein south.
It makes my nuts tighten.
“No, but I’m just gonna put the condom on now so we don’t have any more slip ups.” I make sure she can’t see the stupid grin on my face.
Happy little accidents, I guess.
Clay is gonna cut off my balls.
As if she can read my thoughts, her palm shifts down and cups them gently. “How do you walk with these things in your pants all day?”
“It helps when they’re empty.” I try to keep a serious tone, but she has my testicles in her grip.
She raises her head, staring at my lips. “Mmhmm. I’m sure.” She nestles back against my shoulder and continues her tender exploration of my groin. “I guess we’ll keep you walking tall, huh?”
Her fingers move back up along my length, petting my shaft like it’s a weiner dog.
“Do you really think there’s a chance my dad will change his mind? He’s stubborn as hell.” When her thumb circles the slit at the tip, my cock starts to stiffen in her hand.
With a groan, I drop my palm over her knuckles. “I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that you’re talking about your dad and making me hard,” I chuckle.
Pulling her arm up, I kiss the inside of her wrist. “Let’s go talk to Mason. Then we’ll see just how sore you are when we get home.”
Her messy hair stands up when she rises to sit.
She can’t hide the subtle wince that flashes across her face.
A pang goes through me at the sight.
I know she asked for it, begged for it. I’m just glad that part is over .
It’s gonna be ice packs and holding her until we go to sleep.
Overnight.
The thought is…comforting. Is it crazy I don’t want her to leave?
Her cute ass disappears into the ensuite, then she squeals.
“Oh my god, my hair!” She pops her face around the corner, pointing to her wild locks with a grin. “This is the worst bedhead I think I’ve ever seen!”
“I like it,” I say as I tug up my jeans. “We should style it like that every day.”
Her laugh makes it hard to tuck my erect dick behind my zipper.
When she reappears, she’s tamed back to her messy bun. She saunters towards the bed, then bends to pick up her clothes.
So damn perfect. Her pink nipples poke the air like they’re crying out for me to kiss them.
I clear my throat, making her glance up.
“Maybe we should stay in so I can watch you walk around naked all day?” I’m not even joking.
Her tongue rolls over her puffy lower lip. “I promise to strip as soon as we get back.”
She slides her shirt over her head. “Hell, I’ll even do a little dance if we can save Millie.” She shimmies her waist provocatively as she pulls up her sweats .
No fucking panties.
I’m gonna save that cow if it’s the last thing I do.