CHAPTER 34
Walker
HOPE HARBOR TOWN CHAT
STEW: Can I add an item to the agenda?
RAYNA: No Stew, you cannot have the old ice-cream truck.
STEW: You don’t even know that’s what I was going to ask.
BABS: You try to add it to the agenda every week.
FLETCHER: Unfortunately they’re right Stew. Federal law regulates the mail. You have to drive the mail truck.
ELI: Can I buy the old ice-cream truck?
BABS: Oh! Are you going to do ice-cream delivery? Maybe without a shirt on?
RUBY: I second that.
MINDY: Approved!
FLETCHER: Ladies, please!
WALKER: Who keeps adding me back to this chat?
* * *
Lying naked with half a blanket covering her ass, Tally looks beyond irresistible.
I glance at my phone and know we don’t have much time.
Last night, after the festival was over, we crashed out here in the cottage.
We had sex but it was quick, and I’m pretty sure we both fell asleep the moment after we came.
I’d let her sleep, but I know Tally will be pissed if I don’t warn her before they get here and I like to avoid pissing her off.
My cock is hard as I walk across the room and settle beside her on the bed. She moans as the bed dips under my weight but doesn’t open her eyes.
“Tally girl, time to wake up.”
She shakes her head and buries it in the pillows.
“Sorry, baby, that’s not going to work.” I pull the sheet off her and land a smack on her ass.
Redness blooms, and her hips lift in shock.
She moves just enough that I’m able to snake my hands beneath her thighs and pull her up while simultaneously dropping down between her cheeks and sliding my tongue inside her from behind.
“Holy shit,” Tally hisses the moment my tongue hits her pussy.
I eat her from behind, my tongue buried inside her, licking and sucking like I’m a man starved.
“God, I could get used to waking up like this,” she moans against the pillow as she rides my face.
She’s on the edge, but I pull back and slam inside her in one quick thrust. Fuck, she feels perfect, clamping down around me as I buck into her repeatedly.
“I’ll wake you up like this every day, Wildflower. But today, we’ve got to be quick.”
Tally looks over her shoulder and glares. “Why?”
I take that moment to flip her over and then slide right back inside her, fucking into her as deep as I can go. Tally moans, and her fingers go to her tits, plucking at them.
She’s gorgeous like this; her eyes still a bit hazy from sleep but filled with lust, her lips open on a pleasurable cry, her cheeks flushed, and her cunt dripping all over my cock.
Needing to be closer, I lean down and kiss her. I love that she doesn’t complain about having not brushed her teeth. That she lets me have her just like she is.
Finally, I pick her up and carry her across the room before setting her feet on the cool floor, right in front of the window. “Hands on the glass.”
She looks at me over her shoulder, a wicked smile on her face. “Are you going to finally make me come, or are we just playing musical chairs?”
That sass. My palm clamps down on her ass again and her giggles quickly turn into a moan as I thrust inside her.
I push her right up against the window, tits on the glass, her entire body exposed, and then I lean really close and whisper in her ear, “Better come quickly, Wildflower. Your friends are almost here.”
Her gaze flies forward to see a familiar car crossing in front of the harbor.
They’ve still got a five-minute drive until they get to the big house, where I told them we’d meet, so I’m not concerned—I’d bludgeon Eli’s eyes before I ever let him see her this way—but she doesn’t know that.
As expected, Tally’s moans get louder because I know the thrill of almost getting caught heightens her desire.
“Who is that?” she pants.
I reach around and start playing with her clit, knowing she needs the stimulation to get there. “It’s the town brigade. They’re here to help.”
“Really?” Tally whimpers. I’m not sure if it’s the way I’m fucking her or the fact that I asked for help. I’m pretty sure both make her weak in the knees, and my cock swells knowing I’ve made her happy.
She reaches back and grabs hold of the back of my neck, tugging on my hair. “Thank you,” she rasps as I push up into her. Then she kisses me, swallowing any response I could give her. When we both come, we share the same breathy moans and I know nothing has ever felt this fucking good.
Twenty minutes later we’re both dressed and back at the big house.
Penny and Rosie are seated at the counter chatting quietly, and Eli and Fletcher are lounging at the kitchen table, coffee cups in hand and a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers in front of them.
I’ve noticed random bursts of color around the house during the last week.
Little vases filled with flowers that Tally picks on her runs.
There’s even a burst of blue and purple right beside the coffee pot that I have to move in order to pour the second pot for the crowd of people here to help.
As I do, Tally comes down the steps in a bright pink spandex outfit, ready to get to work.
The Daffodil Festival brought in a much-needed influx of cash, and according to Gail, we had more guests than ever before. Still, I’ll breathe a little easier once the cottages are ready for the vow renewal, which actually may tip us from the red into the green.
Rosie’s eyes dance as she watches Tally, and it’s like the two of them have an entire conversation as they stare at each other. After a minute, Rosie smiles. “Why do you look like you were just thoroughly fucked, Tally Darling?”
Eli coughs out a laugh while Fletcher glances down at his shoes and Penny snorts. I try to avoid looking at Tally, but I can’t help it and when I glance up, she’s throwing daggers at Rosie. “Get fucked,” she mutters as she heads to me and the cup of coffee I’m holding.
She steals it right from my hands, and I smirk as everyone eyes us. I don’t even think she realizes she just did that in front of them all. Did I prepare my coffee the same way as Tally just so she’d enjoy it if she stole it? Maybe. Though I’ll never admit it.
There’s a creak from the front door opening and then Gail appears, a bright smile on her face. “I thought I heard a few cars this morning. What’s everyone doing here?”
“Walker invited us all to help get the farm ready for the Hall event,” Eli explains.
Gail’s jaw falls open. “Really?”
She glances at Tally, who shakes her head but holds out an arm to welcome her mother. “Don’t look at me. I’m just as surprised as you.” She glances at Penny. “Though it would appear Penny was aware, since she’s here bright and early to help.”
Gail settles beside Tally and wraps an arm around her. “Penny was always better at keeping secrets than you.”
Penny lets out a loud laugh. “Coming from the best secret keeper ever, that’s a compliment.”
“So what’s the plan today?” Eli asks.
I pour myself another cup—black, like I like it—and then turn to face our team for the day.
“There are seven cottages that still need a lot of work. Let’s break into groups of three and get them cleaned up today and then hopefully painted tomorrow.
Then we need to sand down the furniture so I can re-stain it.
Tally already took care of all the windows, so that’s one less thing. ”
“And to think you thought Walker was being an ass when he made you do that,” Rosie muses.
Penny laughs and Tally rolls her eyes, then shrugs. “Sorry, but you kind of were.”
I was. But it worked out.
Turning back to the group, I say, “We appreciate all of your help.”
Fletcher shakes his head and holds up a hand. “It’s what we do.”
“Still,” I start.
Rosie nods toward her archenemy. “He’s right. And thank you for doing this for our girls.” She holds up her cup in cheers, and Penny drops her head on Rosie’s shoulder in solidarity.
Gail clears her throat. “Yes, thank you, every single one of you.” She looks around the room, making sure to meet everyone’s eyes.
In contrast, Tally holds her coffee cup in front of her face to shield her emotion.
But when Gail turns to face her, she smiles at her mother, and the look between them has my heart pinching.
I glance away, not wanting to interfere.
After everyone finishes their coffee, the conversation gets louder as the smaller groups head to their respective areas. I’m heading out the door to follow them when Tally grabs the sleeve of my shirt, stopping me.
“Hey.” She nods to the group as they walk the path toward the cottages, laughing and smiling as they go. “You’ve got people.”
“No, Wildflower.” I smile down at her. “We’ve got people.”