Chapter 13 – CASH
CASH
I n the end, all I had to do was beat up a few guys. If I had known that was all it’d take, I would’ve nailed Glenna Dobbs down years ago.
I better have gotten the asshole who pushed her. I didn’t see the guy, but with all the people taking video, I’ll find out who it was. I wasn’t joking.
Glenna’s also got a Florence Nightingale side. She ditched the closing ceremony for me and took me home, sat me down in the kitchen, and cleaned up my face with a dish rag. Then she gave me a bag of frozen edamame to put on my black eye.
She’s nervous, flitting from one thing to another, pouring us both glasses of water, wiping down the counter and folding the towel just so before she hangs it on the rack.
I’m purring inside like a big cat, relaxing, admiring my catch.
I hurt like a son-of-a-bitch—I haven’t gone more than a round or two since high school, really—but I don’t care. Glenna’s taken her hoodie off, and she’s wearing a white tank top underneath. No bra. Her nipples are perky.
She’s thinking about the other night, too. I know she is.
“You can sit down.” I nudge the chair across from me out with my foot. “You’re making me nervous.”
“ I’m making you nervous?” She laughs. It’s shaky.
She’s the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. Her blue hair’s up in a ponytail, and she’s wearing her thin gold nose ring. She’s in her socks. They’ve got cats on them. Floating cat heads with party hats. I’m pretty sure I recognize her jeans. I’ve been ogling her ass in them since high school.
I’m gonna marry this girl.
We’re gonna live in our cabin up on the mountain and have babies and dogs coming out of our ears.
“Why are you smiling?” she asks, suspicious. She’s gone back into her shell. That’s all right. She let me in. I’ll coax her out again soon enough.
“Thinking about how many babies and dogs we’ll have.”
“Babies?”
“Um-hum,” I drawl. I love to watch her squirm. “Twins run in my family, obviously.”
I’m expecting her to roll her eyes, try to hide how skittish she’s getting with her usual stone face. But she surprises me. She lifts her chin, gives me a level stare, and says, “At least two. I want my baby to have a sibling. Someone who’ll always be there.”
Her eyes widen, and she almost looks guilty after she says it. Like she was more honest than she’d intended to be.
“All right, but we’ll need at least two more dogs so Granger doesn’t feel outnumbered.”
“I like dogs,” she says defensively.
“I know. Dogs like you, too.”
She gives me a small smile. “Where’s Granger?”
“At Jesse’s place. He doesn’t come to Harvest Day.”
“Why not?”
I shrug. “Someone’s got to be at the barn, and Bill and the hands like to come into town. Jesse takes over for him.”
“That’s nice of him.”
“Sure is.”
I stare at her, grinning. She drums the table with her fingertips.
“So you my girlfriend now?” I ask her.
Little pink spots pop into her cheeks. “You ask after we settle on two kids?”
“We didn’t settle on two,” I point out. “We settled on the proportion of dogs to kids.”
“This is crazy.”
“Yeah, but it feels right, doesn’t it?”
It’s quiet then in the kitchen. There’re muffled footsteps on the ceiling from the apartment above. I wait for her to deny it.
But instead, she nods. I feel like I’m in the end zone, spiking the ball into the turf, a pile of dudes in my wake.
I never thought I’d get her. It’s a miracle, plain and simple, and undeserved at that. I’m a lucky man. I’m gonna make Glenna Dobbs happy every day of her life. Or if she wants to mope around in her black hoodies, that’s cool, too. As long as she shoots me those shy smiles.
There is nothing sweeter in this world.
She’s standing there, lost in thought, and then she blinks as if she’s come to some decision.
Her lip twitches. She looks deep into my eyes, and you can tell she’s a little nervous, but she’s got an idea in her head.
She walks to the door of the kitchen and then pauses, glancing over her shoulder. It’s an invitation.
I raise an eyebrow. The pink on her cheeks bloom into a flush.
Oh, hell yeah. I hop to my feet. My ribs ache. My knuckles throb. My cock is hard enough to pound nails.
She kind of struts through the living room to her bedroom. She doesn’t look back. I follow.
I’d follow her anywhere.
Her lush ass swishes, and her spine’s a little stiff and self-conscious, but her hips sway, not on purpose, but because she wants this as much as I do. It’s in the air between us.
Glenna Dobbs is trying to seduce me, but I’m already a goner for her.
When we get into the bedroom, her gaze flickers to the nicely-made bed. I sit on the edge. She stands a few feet in front of me.
I unlace my boots right quick ‘cause once I get started, I’m not gonna be able to stop touching her, and she won’t like shoes in bed. She watches, bemused.
She takes out her rubber band. Blue cascades over her shoulders.
“I love your hair.” I peel my socks off, too.
“It doesn’t look like I got dipped in a vat of blueberries.”
“Nah, it does, but I like it.”
“I’m thinking about going purple.”
“I’ll like that, too.”
Her lips curve, and her pose changes as her confidence grows. She takes the hem of her tank top and draws it over her head, baring her pretty, perky tits. The nipples are puckered. My mouth waters.
I quickly shuck my sweater.
Her gaze rakes down my chest, and her throat bobs. She likes what she sees. My cock throbs with a pulse of its own. I don’t want to make a move, though. I don’t want to break this moment. My girl, finally— finally —coming to me.
Her fingers go to the button of her jeans. I hold my breath. She hesitates. I glance up. She’s smiling. It’s a tease. I love it.
“Okay, I’ll go first.” My pants are gone in seconds, and I’m sitting, dick in the air, balls heavy, waiting for Glenna to do her thing.
She shimmies the jeans over her round hips and down her long legs. Then she’s naked except for the bandage on her arm and her pink satin panties. There’s a tiny pink bow right under her belly button, and I’ve never been more turned on by anything in my life.
I exhale. “You’re beautiful.”
“You are, too,” she says, flushing two shades darker.
I grin and lean back, scooting higher up the bed. I fold my arms behind my head, but I’m doing a crunch so I don’t lose eye contact. With the ribs, it ain’t easy, but I’m not feeling pain right now. I’m flying.
I’m in Glenna’s bed, and she’s stepping cautiously forward, kneeling, crawling up my body, settling herself above my throbbing cock. I rest my hands gently on her hips. I don’t want to pressure her. I want to savor every second as she lets go and takes what she wants.
As we talk with our eyes, her need rises to match mine until there’s no room for insecurity or doubt.
She bends forward, bracing herself on her hands. I lift myself to take her mouth. She gives me everything.
I guide my cock into her hot, wet channel, and she sinks down at the same time. We both release a groan of relief, and then we rock together in rhythm. I gather her to me. Hold her close as she tucks her knees tight to my side.
“I love you,” I whisper in her ear as she rides me.
She makes me wait until she comes hard, her soft pussy gripping and fluttering until I lose my mind and tip over the edge, powerless in her hands as always.
“I love you back,” she finally says.
Afterwards, I hold her, recovering for round two. We’re under the covers. She’s playing with my chest hair, and I’m checking out her room. Like her, it’s interesting. Not too girly. Not what you’d expect.
I’m checking out the framed dried wildflowers and photo collages. And then I see something that belongs to me hanging from her mirror.
“Hey. Those are my truck nuts.”
She blinks drowsily and looks in that direction. “Oh. Yeah.”
“You took my nuts.”
She squints up at me. “Sorry?”
She’s not sorry at all.
I laugh. “Yeah. Seems about right.”
And then I roll my girl onto her back and make her tell me she loves me again.