Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
I don’t get enough credit for the things I manage not to say.
—Denver to Holly
DENVER
I got her to wake up enough to take a shower and slip into a t-shirt of mine, but that was it.
I put her to sleep in my bed, then went to work.
I got cows fed, horses fed, and stalls cleaned up. Inoculations were administered, children fed and oil changes were completed on two tractors.
By the time eight in the evening hit, I was so damn exhausted that I could barely keep my eyes open.
At one point in time, an all-nighter followed by an all-dayer would’ve been nothing.
Now? It felt like my damn world had tilted on its axis.
I got through dinner, took a shower, and went to bed without talking to the kids much.
They understood and sent me to bed anyway.
When I got there, it was to find Holly asleep on my side of the bed in a tight ball.
I contemplated getting dressed, but decided…fuck it.
I was tired.
I needed sleep.
And if I wore pants to bed, I’d be waking up every hour to yank them down off my calves.
I lifted the covers and got in, pushing her over to the middle. I could’ve left her where she was and slept on the opposite side of the bed, but I always slept closest to the door. Safety was ingrained in me.
Plus, my shotgun was sitting there, and if I caught those damn wolves coming back and eating my livestock or my dogs, I needed easy access to it and the door so I could get outside.
I could hear the kids moving around. Laughing. Talking.
But none of that affected me.
I fell asleep comforted in the knowledge that everyone I cared for was happy and safe.
Hours later, I woke up to a warm body curled into mine.
I had hair covering the entirety of my chest.
A small arm curled up around my neck. A foot stuffed between my thighs. Another hand not quite in my underwear, but damn close.
My eyes were so damn heavy that I did nothing but twist and curl my body around hers, lifting my leg to lay over her body.
She curled in even further, and I had the feeling of utter rightness filtering through my limbs before I fell back to sleep again.
The next time I woke it was to a raging hard-on that was reaching well out of my underwear and a supple ass pressing up against it.
I growled under my breath and buried my face into Holly’s hair.
I inhaled deeply, taking the scent into my lungs.
She pressed further against me, then stilled.
That’s when I knew that she was awake, and very aware of her precarious position.
She didn’t move, though.
Well, at least, she didn’t move away.
She did move experimentally, pressing herself deeper into my hold.
She twisted her hips slightly, testing my cock’s hardness.
And she squeezed her arms tighter, fitting herself further into my arms.
I took that as the sign that it was and rasped, “You should probably tell me to stop.”
She stilled. “I don’t think I want to.”
That was all the encouragement that I needed.
My hand smoothed down the length of her body, starting at her ribs and ending at her knee.
She shivered and scissored her legs restlessly, letting me know that she was in this just as deep as I was.
“One last time,” I urged.
“I want you. I want this,” she breathed.
That was what I needed to hear.
I shifted my hand to her hips, which was when I realized that last night she’d gotten into my t-shirt…and nothing else.
Shit.
This was pure torture.
I’d had her up against me all night long, practically naked, and I hadn’t taken advantage of that.
“Naughty,” I murmured against her hair, right under her ear.
She shivered. “I don’t like constricting clothes.”
I ran my lips along the shell of her ear and slipped my fingers between her thighs.
She widened them, throwing one of her legs over mine, giving me full access.
My fingers slid through the slippery mess between her thighs, teasing her clit and entrance with one lone finger.
She exhaled shakily. “Denver…”
I slipped a digit inside of her, filling her fully.
“You’re tight,” I said.
“That sounds like an accusation.” She laughed.
“An observation,” I admitted. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” She paused. “I stretch nicely.”
I hated thinking about how she knew that she stretched.
We were both full-grown adults.
It was fully understandable that she’d be experienced.
But just because it was logical for her to be experienced didn’t mean that I could form understanding thoughts.
I was a caveman at heart.
I had the “my woman” thing going on in my head right then, and I couldn’t seem to turn it off.
“I’m not a virgin, but I’m also not super experienced,” she admitted, making my breath come a little easier. “If your mind went there like I think it did.”
It was as if she knew me…
“Maybe,” I admitted reluctantly.
It wasn’t like I wanted her to know how caveman I actually was when it came to her.
She groaned when I curled my finger into her, using the palm of my hand to press into her needy clit.
My other hand went to her breast, teasing her nipple, while my mouth went to town on her neck, nibbling and sucking along the soft skin.
“Denver, please,” she begged. “I need more.”
I pressed my cock into her backside, looking for my own relief.
“Denver,” she growled when I continued to tease her.
It was so damn cute.
She got even cuter when she pulled away from me, turned onto her knees in the bed, and yanked her t-shirt off over her head.
Her eyes were wild when I went onto my back and brought my wet finger covered in her juices up to my mouth.
Her taste hit my tongue, and I groaned, keeping eye contact with her while I licked it clean.
She raked her eyes down the length of my body, her gaze focusing on the sheet that was tented over my groin.
The only thing holding the damn thing down was my constricting underwear.
Though they were barely doing that seeing as the head of my cock was completely past my waistband.
She reached for the sheet next to my thigh and slowly tugged it down, revealing first my cock head and then my underwear.
Her white teeth sank into her lower lip as her eyes went hooded.
“Oh,” she breathed. “That’s…big.”
Every man on the planet liked to be called big.
If they told you they didn’t, or didn’t care, then they were fucking lying.
There was no better feeling in the world than when someone contemplated your manhood.
At least, in that moment in time, there didn’t feel like there was a better feeling in the world.
“W-what about condoms?” she asked, her eyes solely focused on my cock.
“I’m clean.”
Her eyes finally left my dick, which was leaking on my bare stomach, to meet my eyes. “What about pregnancy?”
A pang of longing filled me.
I’d love to see Holly pregnant with my kid.
The feeling of seeing a woman growing with your child inside her was like crack cocaine. Overwhelmingly addictive.
However…
“I had a vasectomy,” I admitted forlornly. “After DeeDee.”
She exhaled. “Thank God.”
Then she was throwing herself on top of me and kissing me soundly.
I returned the kiss and reached between us to notch my cock head to her entrance.
She wiggled her hips down and slowly took me inside of her.
I rolled us so that I was on top again, but didn’t lose my connection to her mouth or her pussy. And when she was underneath me, I slowly pushed more and more of my cock inside of her until I was fully sheathed by her tight pussy.
“We have to be quiet,” I urged when she started to mewl. “It’s pretty late.”
“The animals…”
“Jetty took care of them this morning,” I gritted out. “We have time.”
She threaded her arms around my neck and deepened the kiss.
Meanwhile, I deepened my cock inside of her, filling her up as far as I could.
Only when I was unable to go farther did I pull out and slowly work my way inside again.
A door slammed down the hall, then screaming started.
I cursed under my breath.
There was no better form of birth control than hearing your kids screaming and fighting down the hall.
However, Holly didn’t seem to mind.
She lifted her hips. Continued the kiss. Used her nails down the length of my back.
Then she started talking to me.
Quiet words that had my balls lifting and my come threatening to spew out of my cock.
“You feel so good inside of me,” she whispered huskily against my ear. “I’ve thought about you for years. Every time I came home and visited and saw you on your horse across the pasture…it was torture. I used to masturbate at my window watching you.”
My eyes closed as I tried to gather back my control.
But failed.
My balls tightened and my release boiled out of me.
Luckily, she was just as far gone as I was, because right when my cum started to spurt inside of her, her body tightened around my cock.
We came together, hard and fast, and when we were both finished, we lay there breathing heavily.
“You might be killing me,” she admitted breathlessly. “I can’t breathe.”
I rolled over to my side, taking her with me, my cock still buried deep inside of her.
She sucked in the breaths I was exhaling as we both came back to earth.
I’d never come so hard in my life.
I was nearly forty fucking years old, been with countless women, and none of them had stolen my control quite so completely.
Not even my ex-wife had elicited a response like the one I’d just had with Holly.
“We need to get up.”
I knew she was right.
But that didn’t mean that I had to like it.
“We could just lie here all day and forget the world.”
She snorted. “Right, and when was the last time that you got to do a lazy day, cowboy?”
She had a point.
Sadly.
I pulled out of her, looking down just in time to see the rush of my release stain her thighs.
“Fuck,” I growled.
“Later,” she teased as she crawled over me, smearing my come along my stomach. “We have cows to check on.”
“We?” I asked.
“Well.” She winked. “I was told to not come into work today by my boss. And I’m not sitting here doing nothing all day. I might as well join you.”
Hot damn.
Nothing sounded better.