Chapter 26
LUCY
“Let me take care of you.”
Those words have floated through my head on a loop as Colton washes my hair and runs the washcloth over my wet curves.
As he turns off the water, I stare at him in a lust-filled daze, alternating between wanting him to fuck me and hug me.
“Come on, baby,” he says, stepping out and lifting me out of the tub before sitting me down on my feet as he goes to the cabinet to grab two towels. I shiver as the cold air hits my wet skin.
“I’m coming, just give me a second,” Colton says, noticing how cold I am. He dries himself off quickly before holding out the other towel and pulling me into his arms, drying the water from my skin.
Once he’s satisfied I’m dry, he picks me up again and carries me into the bedroom. Dropping me softly on the bed, he crawls into bed beside me, covering me with the blanket from the foot of my bed and wrapping me in his arms.
I lean into his touch, closing my eyes and letting out a happy sigh.
We sit like that for several minutes until I stop shivering, and I look up at him.
“You know, I can take care of myself. I love all these things you do for me, but I don’t want you to think that I’m not capable of doing things on my own.
Despite what the rest of my family thinks, I’m not some hurt little girl that doesn’t know how to fend for herself. ”
“You think I don’t know that, Lulu? I think you’re fucking incredible.
I’ve watched you run this whole farm basically by yourself while keeping the whole candle business going, too.
You work your ass off around here, and I’m so impressed by the way you manage everything.
But just because you can do it alone, doesn’t mean you should.
I don’t do things for you because I think you’re incapable. I do them because I want to.”
The sincerity of his words takes my breath away, and I struggle to understand what he’s saying.
But as it hits me, I lean in, desperate to have Colton everywhere.
This man is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and the feeling of safety his words are making me feel is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Smiling up at him, I pull him closer to me and feel his hard cock press between us. I reach down, running my fingers across the tip of his cock, as he lets out one of the low whimpers I’ve grown to love.
“Tease me all you want to baby,” he whispers, pulling back from my touch. “But nothing’s happening until after I’ve eaten that sweet pussy.”
I stare at him, waiting to see if he’s serious, until he leans up and starts to move me until my pussy is hovering over his face.
“You really don’t have to do this,” I promise, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
“I know I don’t, Darlin’, but I’m desperate to taste you. All I’ve been able to think about since the night we met is having my face buried inside you. So, are you gonna sit that pretty cunt down on my face and give me what I want?”
I stare at him another moment before slowly lowering myself down for him to taste me. I yelp the first time his tongue touches my clit, hovering awkwardly above him.
“Lucy, relax. Stop holding yourself back, and ride my face.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I admit. “How are you going to breathe?”
“To be honest, I’m not the least bit worried about that,” Colton murmurs, wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling me down onto his mouth. His tongue traces my slit before he leans up and sucks my clit hard.
I let out a loud moan as one of his hands slides up to finger me, his tongue and hand working in tandem to bring me to the brink of an orgasm. The feeling of his mustache rubbing against my sensitive flesh adds another layer of sensation to the moment, driving me wild.
“God, you feel so good,” I mumble, giving into the desire running through me as I begin to grind down on his face.
I feel my walls tightening around Colton’s finger as he continues to tease my clit, and I roll my hips frantically, desperate for him to reach the spot inside me that drives me wild. He adds a second finger inside me, and the addition is enough to cause me to detonate.
“Colton,” I scream as the orgasm tears through me, completely lost to the sensation of his mouth on my clit and his fingers in my pussy.
His free hand clamps down around my hips, pulling me closer to his mouth as I come against his tongue.
I ride out my orgasm, panting for breath and struggling to lift myself off him.
As I try to pull back, Colton grabs my hips, pulling my pussy back to his face to slide his tongue through my slit one last time. I look down at him with an expression that I’m sure is a mix of wonder and embarrassment.
He smiles up at me, dropping a quick kiss to the top of my pussy before letting me collapse beside him on the bed.
“God, I’m pretty sure you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he groans, reaching down to adjust his extremely hard cock.
I slide over, struck with the urge to make him feel as good as he just made me feel. Reaching out, I slowly let my fingers drift over his hard length, teasing him with my touch.
His hips buck into my hand, searching for contact as I pull back my hand and let it drift up and down the inside of his leg.
“Playing with fire again, baby,” he groans, and I can’t help but laugh.
Deciding to give him a little more, I lean down and suck just the tip of his dick into my mouth. My hands continue to tease his length, and Colton moans quietly above me.
“Please, baby. You’re driving me wild. Please give me more.”
Popping him out of my mouth, I whisper, “Well, you know how I feel about a man who begs.”
I lean in and suck him back into my mouth. Starting at the tip, I continue to tease him, taking a little bit more of him into my mouth each time. Colton continues to groan above me, and I feel a surge of power run through me at having him at my mercy this way.
“Please, Lucy,” he mumbles. “Please make me come.”
Deciding I’ve tortured him enough, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, working it in tandem with my mouth as I take more of him down my throat. He continues making sounds of approval as I speed up, bobbing my mouth up and down on his cock until I feel his body tighten beneath me.
“I’m coming,” he warns, but I ignore him, continuing to work him with my mouth and hand until the first hot burst of cum hits my tongue. Swallowing around him, I continue to take him, savoring the feeling of his cum coating my throat as he loses himself in his orgasm.
Sucking him clean, I pull back, smiling up at him. He looks down at me, lust still coating his expression as he reaches down and pulls me up to him. He tucks me against his arm and holds me, pulling the blanket around us.
“Fucking perfect,” he mumbles, dropping a kiss to my forehead first before kissing my lips.
We lie in silence for a few minutes, and I’m almost certain he’s fallen asleep before he mumbles, “I don’t think I wanna fall asleep without you in my arms anymore.”
I smile at his words, burrowing further into his arms. “Me either, Cowboy.”
Colton: You ready to finish up that list?
Colton: All we have left is s’mores and apple cider, so I was thinking I’d build a fire tonight and we could knock it out.
Lucy: That sounds perfect. I need something to look forward to after this field trip group leaves.
Colton: Are you sure you don’t need my help?
Lucy: No, I promise I’m good. Amelia actually made it in today so I left her in charge of the shop and the register while I help out in the patch.
Lucy: Trust me, you don’t want any part of this chaos. Even Carla and the piggies went to hide on the other side of the house when they heard all the screaming.
Colton: Yeah, the group last month did me in, but I’d suck it up if you need me. This is the last one of these for this year, right?
Lucy: Yep. We’re done after this one.
Colton: Okay then it’s almost over. Just make it through the next hour. After that, I’ll cook you dinner and we’ll celebrate.
Lucy: You’ve got yourself a deal.
Tucking my phone back into my pocket, I turn back, watching as the group of third graders runs around the pumpkin patch, arguing over whose pumpkin is bigger.
“Thank you so much for letting us come,” Miss Hadley says, walking up to pull me into a hug. “My class looks forward to this every year, and they have so much fun.”
“Of course, we’re glad you’re here,” I tell her. “Let me go grab you a couple wagons for their pumpkins.”
Leaving her standing there with a couple of the chaperones, I run over to the side of the shop to pull out a few of the orange wagons from the storage closet where we keep them during the week.
As I’m headed back down to the pasture, I hear Amelia’s voice from behind me. “Hey, Lucy, wait up,” she yells, running behind me to catch up.
I smile at the sight of my best friend, trying not to think about all the times she’s cancelled plans with me or how many texts she’s left unanswered over the last few weeks.
“Hey, Mel,” I say. “What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing, just wanted to say hi. It’s been a while since we talked, and I miss you,” my cousin says, and I stop walking, looking over at her in shock.
“I know I’ve, like, majorly suckled lately, but there’s just a lot going on,” she continues, looking around at the farm. “But you and Colton have done a great job keeping everything going.”
“Thanks,” I say, my mind still trying to make sense of her words. “And I love you, but that’s a bit of an understatement, Mel.”
“I know, you’re right. I’m sorry. Y’all are really cute together, though,” Amelia says quietly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re just friends,” I say, trying to keep a straight face.
“Uh, yeah, sure. That line might work on everyone else, but I know you, Lulu. And right now you’re full of shit.” She smiles at me knowingly, and I can’t help the giggle that escapes me. My chest fills with warmth, and I let myself enjoy the moment of feeling like I have my best friend back.
“Well, either way, you look good, and I’m happy for you.”
“Thank you,” I say before eyeing her. “What about you? You’re never around anymore, Mel.”
“I know,” she says with a wince. “I’ll explain, but—”
The sound of her phone ringing interrupts me, and I stop talking as Amelia pulls out her phone.
“Hey, baby,” she answers, her face falling in disappointment. “I told you I had to work this morning… Okay… Are you serious?”
I watch as her previously cheerful expression falls as my best friend seems to shrink in on herself. “Mitch, I really can’t… Okay, fine, give me twenty minutes.”
Hanging up, she gives me an apologetic look. “Sorry, Lulu, but I’ve gotta run. Mitch ran out of gas on his way to work, and he needs me to pick him up.”
“Of course,” I murmur, reaching out to grab her hand. “Hey, Mel, are sure you’re okay? I’m worried about you.”
She hugs me quickly, tugging me hard into her chest. “I’m fine, I promise. I just have to go.”
I watch as she pulls back and heads back toward the shop, leaving me alone in the field with the wagons.
Pasting on a smile, I pull them along behind me, making my way back over to Miss Hadley’s side.
“All right, kids, who wants to see the biggest pumpkin in the patch?”
“God, what a day,” I groan, curling up in Colton’s lap on the small wooden sofa outside by the fire.
After wrapping up the field trip group, I came inside and took a hot bath with a gigantic glass of wine before coming down to find Colton, just as he finished cooking dinner.
After his admission the other night, we’ve spent every night together, taking turns cooking dinner before cuddling up in my bed and falling asleep.
We devoured the tacos he’d prepared. eating in comfortable silence, other than when he listened to me recount the situation with Amelia.
His arms wrap around me, and he drops a soft kiss to my mouth.
“Darlin’, I don’t know what to say, but I’m sorry.
It sounds like you’re both hurting,” he says, pushing a piece of hair back from my eyes.
“But obviously, I agree that she’s been acting really strange, and it sounds like there may be more to the situation than we know.
But I don’t think it removes her from the responsibility she’s been ditching out on. ”
“Yeah, you’re right,” I agree, curling further into his lap, as he leans down and kisses me gently. We kiss for a moment before I pull back to ask.
“So, about this cider and s’more situation?”
Colton nods, lifting me as he stands from the sofa and putting me back down while he walks inside and comes back with a bag of stuff to make s’mores, along with two mugs of cider.
He holds out one of the mugs for me to take. I reach out to take the coffee cup from his hand and take a large sip. My eyes widen at the taste, and I look up at him in surprise.
“What kind of cider is that?” I ask, taking another sip.
“Blackberry apple cider,” he says. “It’s all they had at the Mini Mart.”
I laugh, setting the mug down beside me as Colton straightens an old coat hanger. “I don’t hate it,” I muse. “It just wasn’t what I was expecting.”
“Well, I figured it was better to grab that than risk not finishing out the list,” he says, holding out the hanger and gesturing for me to start roasting my marshmallow.
“Oh, yes, that would have been tragic,” I agree, sliding my marshmallow on the thin piece of wire and holding it over the small fire Colton built while I was in the bath.
“So, do you spend forever trying to get the perfect golden consistency, or do you just light the whole thing on fire?”
“I don’t really care too much about the marshmallow, as long as there’s extra chocolate,” I say, and Colton laughs.
“That’s fair.”
We both sit in silence, watching the fire burn away at our marshmallows until mine nearly falls off the hanger. Pulling it back from the flames, I reach for the graham crackers and chocolate, holding them up in triumph.
I look over to see Colton finishing his as well, and I hold out my finished s’more in his direction. “To finishing the list.”
Colton bumps his against mine, and I take a bite, groaning as the sugar hits my tongue.
Colton’s eyes flash to mine, and I don’t miss the flare of desire in his eyes. Leaning over, he kisses me, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth and sucking it gently.
After a moment, he pulls back and winks at me. “Delicious. Now, finish your dessert so we can go to bed, and I can have mine.”