22. Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-two
Libby
While Blue stands back there staring at the cattle yard trying to figure out if he’s going to shit or get off the pot, I have work to do.
I’ll start with Millie. I know she’s trained to milk wherever.
Once I get the machine moved into the corner near the outlet, I grab one of the buckets and a clean rag I have tucked into my pocket.
This place doesn’t have all of the amenities of my dairy, but it’ll do in a pinch until I can get these girls back home.
Hot water and electricity go a long way to making this easier.
The worst part, now that she’s all hooked up and I’m just sitting here watching her, it gives me time to think.
I don’t know what Blue’s going to do. I want him to want to be with me.
But if it’s too much for him, I get it.
Char’s always told me I scare the guys away, and that I’m intimidating.
She did say it wasn’t a bad thing. That it keeps me safe.
Maybe I thought Blue was different. I thought he liked that I know what I want.
I did get what I asked for. He took my virginity in the best way I could ever imagine, setting a damn high bar.
“I wasn’t lying.” His deep voice comes from directly behind me.
Then his knees appear next to me before he squats down. His jaw ticks in time with the pulsing of the machine. “It’s only been you for months, Lib. Even when I knew I shouldn’t, you’re all I wanted.”
He turns his gaze from the cow to me, fixing me with his pale blue eyes. “My own dad used to tell me what a damn burden it is to have kids. We grew up half-starved and ignored. It’s why I practically lived at Black Gulch. Mrs. McCullough kept me fed.” He takes a long breath and lets it out slowly.
“I’m sorry. I can see why it’d seem like it’s scary.” My palm finds his thigh, then I shift so our legs can touch.
His mouth raises in a lop-sided smile as he covers my hand with his. “Mason showed me a different side. That a man can have a family without losing himself, and that there’s a lot of joy to be found in it.”
A warm feeling spreads in my chest. This has to be him saying he wants more.
“Blue? Don’t go picking out daycares yet,” I laugh, moving to stand in front of him while I straddle his thigh .
“Let’s start with putting those little babies here.” I unzip my jeans, running my fingers along the inside of my thigh. “Maybe a puddle there.” My nail lifts my shirt and skirts around my belly button.
“I can do that,” he growls, leaning forward to kiss the tender bare skin. “Where else?”
My buttons open easily, exposing my breasts to the cool spring air. “I want you to come here, and here.” I arch my throat, lowering myself to his leg so his lips can follow the lines of my neck.
His whiskers send tiny tingles through me with every brush of his soft mouth.
I finally settle my arms around his shoulders, our noses nearly touching. “I want to taste you, Blue. Swallow you whole.” My palms slide down to his wrists. “Fill me up from end—” I move one of his hands to the swell of my ass. “—to end.” I wrap his fingers under my jaw.
“Fuck, Lib. You make me want to keep you forever.” His grip tightens, drawing me into the passion of his lips.
Fire races through me as I feel the walls I’ve struggled to keep around my heart begin to slip.
He’s choosing me.
His hot palm presses into my lower back, molding me to his body.
But then the cavitating suction of the machine tells me Millie’s done .
“Hold that thought, cowboy.” I smile, prying myself away from his hold.
With a flip of a couple of clips, I wiggle the full tank over an empty bucket and start to pour the steaming milk.
“Shit. That’s just one cow.” He grabs the second container for me without me having to ask.
“They didn’t go through the parlor this morning, Dad just loaded them up. I bet there’s seven or eight gallons here.” Not counting what I spilled.
The corner of his mustache tilts up. “That’d feed a lot of babies.”
I can’t hold back the laugh. “See? No need to worry.”
He lifts the handles, then pauses to readjust himself. “We might have to remedy this situation in a minute,” he groans.
“Promising me a good time?” I blow him a kiss, then start reassembling the machine for the next cow.
I’m sitting back, watching it work when I catch him coming back from the compost pile.
He tosses the two buckets down, then scoops me up in a single movement. His mouth and hands work over every inch of me, stoking the blaze that’s been simmering into an inferno that scorches under my skin.
“I need you,” he murmurs, nipping at my ear lobe.
Our touch is frantic, frenzied as our fingers seek out zippers and buttons. Desperation fuels us both as I slide my jeans down and kick my leg free .
His engorged cock springs out of his Wranglers, stiff and already leaking. Then he raises my knee, spreading me wide, pinning me against the wall.
“I promised I’d make you scream my name,” he growls, rolling his hips to push himself inside of me.
I thought I’d be sore, but as he fills me, stretches me, the hollow ache disappears. It’s replaced with an intensity of pleasure that pushes me to new heights.
“You’re mine, little rebel.” He pulls back, then thrusts in again.
God, the force of him makes my eyes fall shut, until I’m lost in the overwhelming sensation of him driving into me.
“Yes,” I whimper, arching my back to let him go deeper.
His fingers dig into my thighs, then his thumb shifts between us, finding the spot where our bodies join.
I don’t ever want him to stop.
“Come for your man, baby,” he grunts against my neck. “Then I’m gonna spray your belly with the next generation.” He circles my clit, coaxing an electric arc that ripples through me.
Pressure coils tighter every time he strokes the bundle of nerves.
“I’m yours, Blue!” I scream as lights explode behind my eyes.
The inner muscles of my pussy clench around his rigid cock until he jerks himself free, groaning as he spurts scalding beads of cum across my stomach .
Tracing my finger through one of the sticky clumps, I pull it to my mouth so he can watch me lick the drop.
A little salty, but not unpleasant.
I add a small moan for emphasis.
He shakes his head, a smile tugging up his cheek. “Trouble with a capital ‘T’.”