Chapter 2 Bobby
BOBBY
Iam proud of what I’ve accomplished over the last few years.
It wasn’t that long ago that I was sweating my ass off in fields that used to be ours, but had to be sold off to the Bennetts.
I used to hum under my breath to keep from cursing the man signing my paychecks, and now, I happily sit around the dinner table with Mark Bennett after getting a record deal and buying our farm back.
Music turned my life around. Even still, it took some time to heal the hurts of those days. Mostly for Bruce and Brody, but I had a few scars of my own.
Shayanne falling in love with Luke forced us to heal some of it, but for me, it was mostly Willow. She healed everything. She healed me.
And now, it’s my turn to return the favor.
I’ve seen it on her face, in her slowing movements, in the moments where she thinks no one is watching…
the exhaustion, the worry, but also, the happiness that tugs at her tender heart.
This life we’ve created together is better than either of us ever dreamed it could be, but it’s also a lot of responsibility, a lot of work, and there’s a lot of time where I wish I could simply hold Willow in my arms.
And for a moment, right now… I can.
Bend and bow, my pretty little Willow. I’ll hold you steady, like the strongest oak.
I close the door to our bedroom and spin Willow around.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she purrs. It could be an argument, but her arms wrap around my neck easy enough and her smile is a tempting devil.
“Exactly what you think. I only have a minute before the boys track me down to get back to work, but I can take care of you.” I press a line of kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
Her lashes flutter as her eyes close. “Take care of us both,” she counters dreamily.
“Yes ma’am,” I say politely one second before tossing her to the bed.
She laughs as she bounces on the soft surface, but after months of practice to not wake Juniper, she quickly covers her mouth to stifle the sound. I arch a brow. “Think you can come for me silently?”
I can see the glint in her eye. She wants me to make it hard on her, make her want to scream my name to the rafters of our big bedroom, make her come so desperately that her cries echo. Well, challenge fucking accepted.
We both rush to strip as quick as possible. We need this. Desperately.
Morning quickies are too soon interrupted by either a waking toddler or baby, and night time lovemaking too often loses the battle to the pull of sleep for my bride. But a lunchtime afternoon delight? One with family to intercept any cries for Mommy? Hell yes.
Clothes throw haphazardly and looming over my wife on the bed, I take a moment to look her over.
I know she wonders if I still find her as sexy as I did the first time I laid eyes on her behind the bar at Hank’s, but her body has grown two entire human beings, so it’s not the same as it used to be.
It’s better. I see the lines where her body stretched to accommodate our daughters growth.
I see the way her hips are wider now, giving me a better grip when I pull her onto my cock.
I see the past, present, and future in her, and she’s the most beautiful, sexiest creature I’ve ever had the pleasure to fuck.
As she is now… as my wife, as the mother to our children.
“Are you ready for me?” My voice has gone gritty and though she nods in answer, I knock her knees apart and check for myself. Two fingers slide into her easily, her pussy already soaked for me. “Fuck, Willow.”
I move my fingers in and out of her, hitting that spot deep inside that drives her wild with every stroke.
With my other hand, I trace every inch of her body…
up her thigh, a squeeze of her hip, across her stomach, even higher to cup her breast and tweak her nipple, until I get to her jaw.
I run a gentle thumb over her lips, reminding her to be quiet, then thread my hand into her hair, gripping the back of her head firmly.
My forehead to hers and my feet planted firmly on the floor at the bedside, I make her mine, fucking her with my fingers hard and fast and rough.
Her cries get a bit louder and I hiss in her ear, “Shhh. Come quiet for me. Just for us.”
Truth be told, the sound of my fingers in and out of her wetness is louder than she was being, but that’s part of the point. I want to hear the sound her body makes for me, how much it wants me, wants us, wants this life we’ve made together. Because fuck, I want this life with her too.
With her lips pressed together, the cries become whimpers and I reward us both by swiping my soaked fingers across her pussy, coating her clit with her juices.
When her breath hitches, I know she’s right there and I don’t give any mercy, not that she wants it.
The moment stretches and then her body spasms as she comes.
Her legs try to slam closed, but I force them apart, giving her more and more, wanting this to be the release she’s needed.
But I need it too. Need her.
She’s still quivering when I slam inside her, balls deep on the first stroke.
Her walls grip me so tight, like the heaven I’ve been missing.
This is home. Not the stage where people yell my name like they know me, not the fancy house we live in, not even at Willow’s side.
Home is inside her, us connected the way we were always meant to be.
But that’s the sum total of my sweet thoughts. Urgency is riding me hard and I ride Willow just as hard, pounding into her roughly. Her legs wobble and I push them up, putting her knees toward her shoulders so I can get even deeper inside her. “You good?”
She smiles beneath me, knowing I want more than that as an answer.
“Tell me, Willow. Tell me what you want.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows and I have half a mind to pull out of her pussy and let her swallow my cock instead, but trading one heaven for another feels greedy. “Fuck me. Hard, deep, fast.”
Goddamn, this woman. She knows I come undone when she talks dirty. The filthier, the better. So I do what she says, same as I always do. I slam into her, bottoming out with every thrust before repeating it again and again, giving her the rough fucking we both need.
It only takes a moment until I’m on the edge, but I do my best to hold it at bay, wanting more of this… more of her.
“Give me your cum, Bobby. All of it. Fill me with it until it’s too much for me to even hold, and it runs out of me for the rest of day, reminding me that I’m yours with every trickle down my thigh.”
My cock goes even harder inside her, the painful pleasure of ejaculation frozen right on the cusp of explosion. And then Willow does the one thing she knows will send me flying.
She whispers tightly, “Please. I want it.”
Fuck me. Fuck her. Fuck us both. Because I will give this woman any damn thing she wants. And if all she’s asking for is my cum, it’s hers. It’s all hers. Always. Forever.
I jerk as pulses of cum explode from my cock, filling her sweet pussy. I think I grit out her name, or maybe I grunt in pleasure. I must make some noise because she shushes me, and when I manage to peel one eyelid open, she’s grinning at me like she’s proud of herself.
“Oh, you think that’s it?” I taunt.
Her grin falters the slightest bit, but I don’t give her time to worry about my meaning. I pull out of her and slide my fingers back inside her. Gathering our combined cum, I spread it over her mouth and then follow it with a kiss, tasting us together on her lips as I tease over clit again.
She tries to fight me, her hands wrapping around my forearm as she murmurs that she can’t go again. Still kissing her, I tell her, “Yes, you can. You need it again. I need it again.”
She relents, her hands relaxing for a moment while I work my magic on her body.
I know her, every inch, every reaction, every thought that runs through my pretty girl’s mind, and I use that to my advantage to get her back to the edge quickly without overstimulating her.
In seconds, her hands are gripping my arm again, but this time, it’s so I won’t stop.
And when she comes again, I muffle her sounds with a kiss, tasting us on her lips once more.
“Beautiful,” I tell her as she floats back to awareness and her smile makes her even more so.
“Thank you.”
It could be for the compliment, it could be for the orgasms, but I think it’s for so much more than that. It’s for everything, for our life together, so I say the same back to her. “Thank you.”
And with a happy sigh, we make our way to the bathroom.
There’s still work to be done for us both, in the fields and here at home with the kids, but we’ll tackle our afternoons feeling more connected and significantly happier.
“Want me to take Juniper out with us? I can teach her all about melon crops,” I offer.
Willow shakes her head, smiling. “No, we’re good. I’m going into town to get Aspen later and I think we’re gonna stop by the grocery store so I can make something for Saturday’s lunch.”
Our older daughter gets out of preschool at two o’clock.
By the time I come in from the fields, Willow will have entertained the girls for a few hours, while making dinner and simultaneously taking photos that would make a grown man cry.
It’s me, I’m the man that cries every time she shows me a picture of our girls.
I can’t help it. This life is one I never dreamed I’d have. But through the magic of the woman in my arms, I do.
“Okay, I can bring in a few melons too. I’ll cup them up so we can take them.”
“Perfect,” she tells me. Hair fixed and clothes back on, we go to rejoin our family on the back porch.
Bruce holds up a sandwich. “Take it with you. We’ve gotta get back to work.”
As we pull away in the Gator, leaving Shayanne and Willow waving behind us, I can’t help but grin.
Willow put her panties back on and she’ll be remembering our fun all afternoon.
The thought of her walking around the grocery store and making dinner for our family while our cum is still in and on her does dangerous things to me.
It makes me want to turn this Gator around and go back for another round. But the melons won’t harvest themselves, so we keep driving back to the fields.
“Lucky fucker,” Brody scoffs as he backhands my shoulder. “Rix is in town at the shop. No noon’ers for me.”
“Yeah, lucky me,” I answer, meaning it with my whole heart.