Chapter 22
POV: Cole?
The sex was great, as always.
Abby against my bedroom wall, her legs wrapped around my waist, as I fucked her into oblivion.
Then Abby bent over my dresser, her tits jiggling along the top of it as I knocked the dresser into the wall with each thrust.
Then Abby with her back on the bed, looking up at me, her fingers teasing my chest hair as I drove into her—soft and controlled.
By the time we finished it was late and both of us were covered in sweat and cum.
We fell asleep just like that—-her soft blonde hair nestled in the crook of my arm and her breathing slowed against my chest.
By the time the morning sun crept in the sky, I was already up—rejuvenated with a new found energy from last night’s escapades.
Abby flipped over to her stomach, torturing me with the curve of her bare ass as the blanket slipped off of it.
She shot me a smile. “Wait—this morning you’ve got your dick under control?”
I shook my head and laughed. “Work’s gotta be done.”
“Work,” she groaned, getting onto her knees and stretching her arms over her head.
It took everything in me, not to pin her down and make her moan again.
“Fine, but I hope there’s at least coffee. I need something to wake me up,” she crawled forward on her hands and knees and laced her arms around me, pressing her naked body into my backside. “Unless you’ve got 5 minutes.”
I grabbed her waist and set her down on my lap.
She looked up at me with wide, mischievous eyes.
“Now, baby you know it takes more than 5 minutes.” My fingers found their way to her nipple and I twisted it to tease her.
She let out a groan, letting her eyes close halfway before shooting me a glare when I stopped. “You’re a tease.”
“And you’re an energizer bunny,” I laughed. “I’m not sure how that pretty little pussy can take anymore.”
“It can take a lot,” she drew out the last word, as she moved her tongue inside her cheek, making a dramatic popping sound.
I shook my head.
This woman would be the death of me.
She jumped out of bed, shaking her hips all the way to the shower—intent on torturing me.
“Be out in a few!” she called out as the patter of water drowned out my thoughts.
Things were beginning to feel…domestic between the two of us.
And the thought still scared the shit out of me, actually settling down, but in a way it felt…right.
***
The sun was fucking relentless. Burning and incessant.
And after a few hours went by, I expected Abby to give up and go back inside. But she only kept going.
She was hardworking in everything she did, not to mention downright stubborn.
She insisted on feeding the animals herself and then insisted on even cleaning out the horse’s covered stalls, then insisted on even helping me pile some hay.
I welcomed the help, as my men were off running errands and wrangling the cows in one of the outer pastures, but a part of me told myself that I shouldn’t get used to this—because I still wasn’t certain what life I could give her.
The sun had warmed her skin to a soft tan, though traces of her usual paleness still peeked through, colored pink from sweat and dirt.
I took off my work gloves and ran a thumb over her nose, wiping the dirt and sweat from her face onto my faded blue jeans.
“If you’re still up for it, we should pull some of the weeds that are growing like wildfire in front of the house.”
She gave me a stern look. “If I’m still up for it? If you’re still up for it!” And stomped her way over to the porch like she was on a mission.
We worked in silence, until I saw her struggling with one stubborn weed in particular.
“Let me,” I replied, kneeling and leaning in to grab the weed out by its root. I twisted it and with a little force it came loose.
“I would’ve got it,” she mumbled.
I went back to working on the left side, while Abby handled the right side of the property.
I laughed when I noticed how she was holding the weeding tool. I walked over and watched her wield it like a pitchfork and let out a chuckle. “Here,” I replied, setting my hand on her shoulder.
She shot me a glare. “I’m handling my side just fine, Cole!”
I cocked an eyebrow at her defiance. “You’re not holding the tool correctly.”
“I’m still getting it done!” She fought back.
“But not the right way.”
She scoffed, getting to her feet, wiping dirt on her worn out jeans and staring me down. “You’re ungrateful. You know that, right?”
I stepped a foot closer to her. “And you’re stubborn.”
“At least I’m not ungrateful!” she pushed back.
I wrapped my hand around her neck, pulling her closer, and her lips into mine.
She squirmed for a second but eventually surrendered to the kiss, allowing her arms to go still and her eyes to close.
When our lips released, I lifted her chin with my fingers, tilting her gaze upwards to mine. “I’ll teach you.”
“Teach me how to use a gardening tool,” she mumbled.
“Yes, teach you how to use a gardening tool,” I replied back, grabbing her small hand in mine and leading both of us back down to our knees and our hands back down to the dirt. “There,” I said after I showed her.
She intimated what I taught her and plucked the weed easily free from the ground. Then sat back on her butt and gave me that look.
She knew I was right and she hated it.
“Thank you,” she muttered under her breath.
“If only you were as obedient in everyday life as you are in bed,” I chuckled.
She slightly pushed my arm, not budging me an inch.
“I’ll teach you to behave just yet,” I warned her playfully.
“That’ll be the day!” she said before getting back to work.
That’ll be the day, I repeated to myself, chuckling.
I stared at her for a moment longer, watching her messy blonde bun loosen with each dig and wondered if I could be the man to give her what she wanted—a home—a family—children.
At the same time, I thought about the life I had built—the life I needed—the only life I knew.
Could that life include Abby?
I didn’t know.
All I knew is my own thoughts were beginning to intimidate me.