28. Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-eight
Libby
I stay quiet until we’re back outside.
As soon as Blue slides behind the wheel, I take a deep breath. “I have so many questions and comments. But first, what’s the trust? I fully expected Dad to see your name on the paperwork.”
He starts the engine, then pats my leg. “I did that so I could put you down as the beneficiary. That way if anything happens to me, you still get the farm.”
I feel like I’ve been hit in the chest with a bolt of lightning that’s radiating heat through my limbs.
“Blue…I don’t know what to say.” A knot forms in my throat.
His eyes sparkle as he laughs. “You just said you had so many things.”
“Yea. I, um, I didn’t expect that.” My mind is spinning.
He leaves the truck in park, shifting so he can frame my face with his palms. “I found a once in a lifetime woman. Let me make sure you never have to worry about your future. ”
I nearly choke.
“Can we go back to your place?” Before my heart bursts out of my chest.
“Anything you want, baby.” His voice drops into a sultry purr. “That dress is driving me crazy, I can’t wait to get you out of it.”
An almost manic need for him grows in my belly.
I want to do all the things with him. He’s putting everything out there for me.
He may not have said the words, but his actions are proving how he feels.
Taken.
The word resonates over and over.
His eyes sought me out when that woman was obviously trying to flirt with him. It made me want to stick my tongue out at her and crawl on his lap.
Soon.
I can’t wait to see the look on Dad’s face.
Actually, I can. Because I know it’s going to cause a strain in their friendship once our secret is out.
It might even ruin it.
And I hate that it’s going to hurt them both.
Wrapping my arms around his, I sigh as I lean my head into his shoulder while he drives. “It’s never black or white, is it? ”
He squeezes my thigh and glances at me. “What’s that? Holsteins are. Thinking of switching breeds?” His lopsided grin shows off his dimple.
Absolutely adorable.
“Millie would disown me. I was just thinking about you and Dad. How being with me will sour your relationship. Hell, buying the farm out from under Dad is going to muck up mine, too.” It’s a lose lose situation.
“Your dad will get over it. Or he won’t.” He turns off the engine in front of his porch, and moves to the passenger side to help me down from the high seat.
“God damn, rebel,” he growls. “That dress is the most beautiful form of torture a man can suffer.” He doesn’t let me out of his grasp, pulling me tightly against his body.
His lips brush the shell of my ear, then follow the curve of my neck to find my rapid pulse. “I don’t care what your dad does. I’m not letting you go.”
He tangles his fingers in my long hair, tugging my chin up so our noses brush.
“Do you really mean that?” I heard my father doubting him.
“Libby—” He scoops me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest to carry me into the house. “—I’ve never spent more than a single night with anyone before you. Despite that reputation, I’m an honest man. When I say I never want to sleep without you again, I mean it. ”
As if to prove his point, he sets me gently on his bed. The mattress dips as he climbs over me. Resting on his elbows, his weight nestles me into the comforter.
I swear I want him to just meld into me.
“In fact,” he grunts, a frown tugging his mouth down. “As soon as this deal with him is done, he’s gonna be lucky if I don’t fucking punch him the next time he talks down about you. I don’t care if he is sickly.”
I grab his ears, tilting his head to make him look at me. “What did he say?” I don’t even want to think about what happened in that room when I wasn’t there. I’ve never heard Blue talk disparagingly about anyone before.
“It’s just the fact that he doesn’t think you’re able to make your own choices, that bugs the shit out of me. I mean, you chose me.” His soft laugh shakes us both. “Then again, maybe that just proves his point.”
I loosen my grip on his lobes, then toss his cowboy hat to the side so I can run my nails through his short hair. “I’d do it every time.”
Meeting his fevered gaze burns me from within.
His lips press into mine, gentle at first, then his tongue claims me until he tugs a moan from my throat.
Peppering soft kisses down my jaw, he nips the skin on my neck, tugging it between his teeth in tiny, shocking jolts. Sliding the strap of my dress to the side, he continues tasting down my collarbone, following the fabric as he pushes it down .
When he pulls my beaded nipple into his mouth, his groan vibrates from his chest into the core of my belly.
Tugging again, he works the stretchy top lower, suckling his way over my abdomen. “I told you, this thing is gonna get you pregnant,” he growls as he exposes the top of my matching yellow panties.
Shit.
“Wait.” I clutch his hand before he can push them down. “I’m not.”
Raising my eyebrows, I try to convey what I mean.
But his knit over his nose. “I’m about to fix that.” His smirk spreads, lifting his mustache.
“No, I mean, today I started. It, um, it’ll be messy.” Is he really going to make me say it?
I can see the moment it clicks.
“Oh.” Then his grin returns. “That doesn’t bother me. I’ll get a towel.”
Dear God, this man.
“How about—” I glance around, spotting the ties hanging in the edge of his closet. “—you let me try something new on the list?”
He rocks back, perching on his hands and knees over me. “Then I get to pick one?”
The idea is a lure I can’t deny. “I’m game.” My palms flatten on his chest to push him far enough I can get up.
I point to the pillows. “Lie down. ”
“Yes, ma’am.” He rolls onto his back, threading his hands behind his head. “You are quite delicious with your dress around your hips.”
“Want me to leave it like this? Or all the way off?” I flaunt in a small circle at the end of the bed.
“Hmm, let me see your pretty ass.” Fire smolders in his gaze as he watches me push the yellow fabric down my thighs.
Once it pools on the floor, I step out of the middle, and tug two black silk ties from his rack.
“Remember how you said you can’t get off first? I want to try and change that. But that means you can’t touch me until you do.” I let them dangle from my fingers, waiting for him to decide.
His deep baritone laugh sends ripples of heat into me. “I always knew you were gonna pin me down and have your way with me one day.” He sits up and quickly sheds his shirt, then holds up his wrists together.
I loop one in a loose bow so he could get out easily if he wanted to. Then I tether that to the headboard above him. “Comfey?”
“Only thing better is if you’d sit down and ride me,” he says huskily.
My fingers trail down his chest as I kneel over him. “Maybe next time? I want to learn what you like.” I murmur before following my touch with my mouth .
“I can talk you through it?” He spasms when I nibble on one of his tiny nipples, then groans as I work my way lower.
I pause to smile up at him. “I like to learn through trial and error.”
His stiff cock pushes against his zipper when I reach the button of his jeans.
But I want this to last. He needs to know how much I savor every piece of him. Using my teeth, I pull at the flap of denim, tugging the brass fastener free.
His erection strains against his boxer-briefs as I slowly open his jeans, twitching against my cheek every time I kiss the hollow of his hips.
When I let the hem roll over his engorged head, his breath hitches.
Then I taste him. One tiny bead of pre-cum, clinging to the exposed tip, showing me just how badly he wants me.
I’m tempted to crawl over him, mess be damned.
Yet seeing him watching me, the lust brazen in his every pant, it makes a piece of me burn to bring him to new heights of ecstasy.
I hold his eye contact, letting my tongue drop over the slit of his throbbing cock, then my lips as I take him into my mouth.
The muscles in his legs quiver as I work him slowly deeper into my throat .
All those girls in the x-rated movies I’ve watched make this look so easy.
But I never knew how damn sensual it is. Seeing the need through the tremors in his abs, tightening my lips every time I swallow him down…
It builds pressure into my own loins.
“These need to come off.” Grabbing the belt loops on his Wranglers, I drag them as he lifts his ass from the bed.
My man. In all of his lean glory.
His hard on stands like a flag pole, glistening from my saliva.
Grasping his girthy shaft, I let my knuckle stroke down over his sensitive nuts before wrapping my tongue over him again.
“Jesus, Lib. You keep doing that, you’re gonna get your wish.” His pelvis rocks as I pick up speed, squeezing him with every stroke.
I’ve seen enough movies to know what to do. Working the slick fluids down, I push my finger into the star of his ass, like he’s done to me several times already.
With a strangled grunt, he clenches his thighs, bucking his hips hard enough to drive his cock deep into my throat.
“Fuck! At least buy me dinner first,” he squawks, but loosens the tension in his legs.
I have to pull my mouth away, I’m giggling too much. “Does it hurt?” I pull my hand back, then push in again slowly .
He tilts his chin to the ceiling, panting. “No. But it’s new.”
“Good.” I put a light kiss on the very tip of his leaking dick, then suck him down as far as I can go.
I want all the things, with him.
“God damn…don’t stop. Faster, baby.” His hand flies free to knot in my hair as his control abandons him.
Thrusting into my lips, a long groan rumbles from his chest before I can feel him swelling with his release.
Tears escape from my eyes when he pushes my head down, his body shuddering as hot spurts fill my throat.
I relish every drop, suckling and licking him until his palms frame my face, freed from his restraints.
“You gotta, hold on…so sensitive.” He stills my movements, heaving giant lungfuls of air until he collapses onto his pillow.
“Did I do okay?” My tongue darts over my lower lip, pulling in the last remnants of his climax.
His arm raises weakly, then he lets it flop to the mattress. “You’ve drained me dry, baby,” he chuckles. “I was not expecting you to be so…adventurous.”
I move up, straddling his waist. “I told you, I have a long list.”