Chapter Twenty-Eight
Will
Confessing my love to Jamie while he was covered in blood and bodily fluids hadn’t been part of my plan, but that was farming. Sometimes you just had to roll with it.
We stayed out in the field until the ewe had passed the afterbirth, and once I was satisfied mother and baby were safe and healthy, we packed up and headed back to the house.
I knew Jamie and I had a lot to talk about because one declaration of love didn’t solve everything, but it was a start, and it meant a few things could wait.
Jamie stripped off as soon as we set foot in the house, dumping his overalls on the kitchen floor so they could go into the separate washing machine I kept for work clothes.
I unpacked the little bit of food we’d taken but never eaten and watched as he started pulling off his jeans and jumper until he stood there in a t-shirt and his underwear.
Desire ignited in my chest, fuelled by happiness and relief.
Jamie wanted to stay, and the worst of lambing season was over.
He loved me too, and that was still something I couldn’t quite believe.
But if I wanted to make this work, I had to.
Lane had said I needed to stop being so pessimistic, and that was the first step.
“Don’t think too hard,” Jamie said. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
“What if I’m thinking about you?”
“Then by all means, think away.” He grinned, scooping up the armful of clothes and carrying them through into the utility room. “Where do you want me to put these?”
“Just on the floor. I’ll sort them tomorrow.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I said. I had much better things to do right then than sort washing, and it wasn’t as if Jamie was short of clothes. “Come here.”
Jamie strolled back into the kitchen, smirking at me. “You do realise I’m smelly and kinda gross right now?”
I shrugged. “I can still kiss you.”
“Can I at least grab a quick shower before we fuck?” Jamie asked as he slid into my arms and wrapped his hands around my neck. “Because I really need you to fuck me right now, but I also don’t want to smell like birthing fluid.”
“Go have a bath,” I said, drawing him in for a soft kiss. “We can fuck later.”
“Hmm, a bath does sound tempting. But you promise you’ll fuck me? And give me exactly what I want?”
“Yes. I always do. I like it when you tell me what you want.”
“Good, because I like bossing you around. It suits you,” he said teasingly. He kissed me again, nipping my lip and drawing a moan from my throat. “I’m going to bathe. You can come and sit with me if you want. Just give me a few minutes to clean up.”
“No worries. I’ll tidy up down here.”
Jamie stole another kiss before he slipped out of my arms and towards the stairs, and I watched him go with an appreciative eye, my cock thickening at the thought of being inside him again.
The exhaustion of lambing had overtaken any new relationship honeymoon phase we’d been having, and as a result, we hadn’t fucked properly in weeks.
The closest we’d come were some very sleepy hand jobs one night when Higgs had been on the night shift and Jamie and I had actually managed to get to bed before eleven.
I heard Jamie moving around upstairs and the rush of water filling the bath as I pottered around the kitchen packing things away. We hadn’t eaten anything since the cake with Lane and Oliver, but I could easily reheat us something later. Food was the last thing on my mind.
When the kitchen was clean and the fire had been stoked, I headed upstairs. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, but I still knocked before I went in.
Jamie was sprawled out in the bath, which was full of bubbles, looking more relaxed than he had in days. I wondered if he’d been worrying about talking to me as much as I’d been worrying about talking to him.
“You know,” Jamie said, watching me with a hungry smile. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes.”
“I’m not going to fit in that bath with you,” I said. “We’d need a fucking swimming pool for that.”
Jamie sighed but conceded. “Fine, but you can at least take off a layer or two.” I pulled off my jumper and my t-shirt, leaving me shirtless, but left my jeans on so I could sit on the floor, which was wooden and not warm.
“Very nice,” Jamie said. “I’ve missed getting naked with you.
And I don’t mean just like the five minutes every morning when we’re trying to get dressed. ”
I sat down on the floor opposite the bath, leaning against the wall next to the radiator. The wall was cold but bearable. “Do you regret it?”
“What? Not having sex? I’ll be honest, I’ve been too fucking exhausted to even think about it.
” He chuckled and flicked some bubbles into the air.
“Which is a fucking novelty for me. When I first arrived, I thought not having sex for, like, three days, was the worst thing that could’ve happened to me.
But no, I don’t regret it. Because if I regretted it, then I’d be regretting everything that’s happened with you.
I do miss it, though, which is why you’re going to absolutely rail me when I get out.
I want to get utterly dicked down until I can’t move. ”
I chuckled. “I think I can manage that.”
“Good.” He flicked a couple of bubbles towards me and grinned. “So you love me, then? And you want me to stay?”
“Yes, and yes,” I said. “I always wanted you to stay. I just didn’t think you’d want to. I’m not like any of the other men you’ve been with. I can’t give you anything like your life in London. And I… I’ve never been good enough for anyone before, so I didn’t think this time would be any different.”
“Would it help if I told you I had some of the same fears?” Jamie asked, twisting onto his side and folding his arms on the edge of the bath, resting his head on them.
“You did?” I stared at him. It had somehow never crossed my mind that Jamie might have fears too. I didn’t know why. Maybe it was because he’d always seemed so carefree, but that had been so selfish of me to assume.
“Yeah. I didn’t think you’d want me to stay.
I mean, I’m basically the cute equivalent of one of those men you see on those true crime TV shows.
I basically just inserted myself into your life, moved into your house, and started working for you.
I know you said you were okay with it, but I couldn’t help thinking I might have crossed a line.
Besides, just because I wanted to be here didn’t mean you actually wanted me to stay. ”
“Never think that,” I said, getting up and walking across to the bath, dropping to my knees in front of him and pulling him into a fierce kiss, not caring that he was wet and covered in bubbles. “I need you Jamie, more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. You make me feel like I matter.”
“You do matter,” he said, pulling me closer until we were pressed together over the edge of the bath. “To me, to your friends, to this place. You changed my life, Will, so don’t you dare tell me you don’t matter because to me you are everything. And you don’t need me half as much as I need you.”
I took his head in my hands and looked at him, drinking in every detail of his face. “Let’s call it even. We both need each other.”
“Done,” Jamie said. “Now take me to bed.”
I smirked, getting my feet under me before reaching into the bath and lifting Jamie out, not caring that he was soaked and I was half-dressed. Jamie yelped, wrapping his hands around my neck and clinging to me as I carried him, bridal style, towards our room.
“That wasn’t what I meant,” he said, breaking into laughter as I deposited him on top of the duvet.
“You said to take you to bed.
“But I’m still wet.”
“You’ll dry,” I pointed out as I undid my jeans and pushed them off along with my underwear. Then I grabbed the lube off my bedside table and tossed it over to him so we wouldn’t have to try to find it later.
I climbed onto the bed, blanketing him with my body, and claimed his mouth with a deep kiss.
Jamie groaned, his hands tangling in my hair and sliding down to my shoulders, his nails trailing over my skin in a way that made me shiver with anticipation.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I moaned, my hips grinding down against his.
I felt Jamie’s cock thicken against mine, the friction sending a bolt of pleasure rushing up my spine.
Jamie opened his legs, and I fell between them, groaning as he wrapped his ankles around my waist to pull me closer against him. I rolled my hips again, revelling in the feeling of my cock against his.
“Don’t come,” Jamie growled in my ear, his voice low and commanding, and I moaned. “I mean it, Will. I know it’s been a while, and you’re desperate, but you are not allowed to come until you’re buried inside me and you’ve given me everything I want, and that includes making me come.”
I stilled, my body trembling as desperation flooded me, but I loved it when Jamie took control, and all I wanted was to make him happy.
“Good,” Jamie said, running his nails down my spine. “Now I want you to suck my dick and play with my hole. Get me ready to take your perfect cock so you can slide right in and fuck me.”
I kissed down his body, filling every touch with devotion as my lips etched adoration into his skin.
Jamie’s whimpers and moans flooded my ears as his fingers twisted in my hair, guiding me exactly where he wanted.
I pressed a soft kiss to the silky head of his cock before wrapping my lips around his shaft and taking him into my mouth.
Jamie gasped, his hands tightening in my hair as I started to suck him.
I tightened my lips as I pumped his cock, occasionally slowing to flick my tongue across his slit, teasing him as I licked up the beads of precum collecting there.
My fingers slid down to tease his balls, using the saliva that dripped from my lips to slick the skin as I rolled them between my fingers.