Chapter 33
Justin
D evan is absolutely stunning and so fucking tight.
While I’ve had sex before, everything about this is different.
Everything about being with Devan is unique.
I can’t ignore how great it feels to be inside her, but that isn’t my main thought.
I want her to enjoy it. I want to make it the best for her.
The worry in her gaze when she first lay on the bed is gone. Damn, the way she’s looking at me is overwhelming. “Are you all right?” I ask again as I slow my thrusts.
“Better than all right,” she says, her smile dazzling. “I didn’t know I’d feel so full.”
I start to back away. “Is it too much?”
Devan’s arms wrap around my lower back. “Don’t stop, Justin.” Her neck elongates as she brings her lips to mine.
My goal is to take it easy and slow; however, with each thrust, each push deeper, each easing out, I’m on the brink of coming. Taking a breath, I still my movements. When Devan opens her eyes, I ask, “Do you ever touch yourself?”
The mortification on her expression, considering our intimate position, is cute.
“Do it.”
“What?”
“Do it, touch yourself. Roll your clit.”
“I-I…”
I kiss her lips. “Do it for me. I want to watch you come.”
The indecision in her eyes fades as she moves one hand between us. I begin again, in and out. Perspiration coats our skin as our bodies slap together. Her hand moves faster. It’s as her eyes roll back that I pick up speed.
“Oh, Justin,” she calls out as her pussy convulses.
I’ve lasted as long as I could. Grasping her hips, I hold tight as my cock is strangled, draining my seed. Holding myself above her, I wait for her to focus, to see me. When she does, her milk-chocolate stare swirls with the ecstasy of satiation.
“I do love you, Devan.”
“I love you, too.”
As I start to pull out, her smile fades.
“Talk to me,” I say. “You can always talk to me.”
“Is this real, or on Monday will it be over now that we did this?”
Pulling out, I reach for her and roll us until she’s over me. My still-erect dick is sandwiched between us, and she’s lying between my legs. I frame her beautiful face with the palms of my hands. “If you think I’d do that, that I’d leave you because I got what I wanted, you don’t know me.”
She tips her forehead to my shoulder. “I don’t want to think that way.”
I lift her face. “Here’s the thing, Devan. I like—okay, more than like—what I just got, but that doesn’t mean I’ve gotten what I want from you.”
“What do you want?”
“Only forever. And it will take a long time for me to get that. The only way this, between us, is ending is if you think I’m too clingy and you walk away.”
Devan lays her head on my shoulder. “Forever?”
I nod.
When she lifts her head and our gazes meet, her stunning smile is back. “I don’t mind clingy if it’s someone I want to be with.”
“Do you want to be with me?” I ask.
“Only forever.”
I read about the amenities of the West Baden Hotel.
Other than Saturday night’s dinner at Sinclair’s, the amenity we enjoyed the most was room service.
Just because this was Devan’s first time, it didn’t stop her from it being her second, third, fourth…
I lost count. We spent our getaway doing more than simple sex.
Lying naked, we fed one another grapes and French fries—dipped in mayo.
And it wasn’t gross. We showered together, only for that to culminate in Devan’s first experience at shower sex.
The nights and days melded together as one of us would wake the other with kisses and caresses.
When I packed, I never expected to run out of condoms.
I didn’t, but it was close.
On Sunday morning, we looked around the room.
“I hear it’s a nice hotel,” I say.
Devan laughs. “I guess we could have gone back to Bloomington.”
I shake my head, snaking my arm around her and pulling her to me. “Do you know how many people have lost their virginity in the Gordon hayloft?”
“Is there an actual registry somewhere?”
“No.” I swat her round ass—something I learned she doesn’t hate.
“Hey.”
“You love my hand on your ass.”
Pink fills her cheeks. “I do. Now back to your statement. Am I supposed to calculate throughout time or in the last decade? Do you know when the barn was built?”
Snagging her chin, I bring her lips to mine. “The question was rhetorical.”
Her lips curl. “Oh, well, then no. I don’t know.”
“I didn’t want that for you. You saved a wonderful part of yourself and chose to share it with me.” I look around the room. “I wanted it to be special.”
Devan leans into me. “It was but not because of the room. It was special because of you.”
“Good,” I say. “Since we’re headed back to Riverbend where neither of us have our own place, we may end up in the hayloft.”
Devan giggles.
That gets me thinking.
I’m thirty-two years old. It’s time I get a place of my own.
Walking Devan to her door, to the Dunns’ back door, I kiss her again. “Thank you for an amazing weekend.”
She nods. “I think I need a nap.”
“Call me tonight?”
Her cheeks rise. “You are clingy.”
“Only in a good way.”
Her nap sounds like a great idea until I drive up to my house and see Jack Dunn’s truck parked outside.
Clenching my jaw, I walk into the house, listening for voices. They’re coming from Dad’s office. For a moment, I stand outside the closed door. The voices are muffled. Without a knock, I open the door and am met by Dad and Jack.
“What’s happening?” I ask, assessing the mood.
It’s not jovial.
“Come in, Justin,” Dad says. He looks to Jack. “You can fill him in.”
Jack sighs. “Janet has carpal tunnel.”
“Is that bad?” I ask.
“It can be treated with surgery. Thing is, she is ready to retire. I am too.”
I nod. This isn’t new news.
“The developer, he came by yesterday with his best offer yet. He’ll pay us now and let us live on the property through the winter. We can even harvest. We just need to be out by the end of March.”
“Where will you go? What about Devan and Ricky?”
“Janet and I have been talking. We can buy a house in town. We’re wanting to go someplace warm, but the kids can live there, and we’ll have a place to stay when we visit.”
“Have you told them?” I ask, knowing I’ve been with Devan all weekend.
“Ricky knows,” Jack says.
I pace back and forth, a million thoughts in my head. The biggest is that I don’t want Devan to have a reason to leave Riverbend. If her family is gone, will she want to move away?
“Is it a set deal?” I ask.
Jack shakes his head. “I gave you my word, Justin, that I’d talk to you and Randy first. That’s why I’m here.”
My gaze moves to my dad. There are so many things I want to say. At the same time, with Jack and Janet getting their freedom, I can’t ask my parents to mortgage the farm. They deserve to travel, to live outside of Riverbend.
“Jack,” Dad says, “can Justin and I have a little while to talk? I promise you an answer by the end of the day.”
Jack nods. “I’ll be waiting.”
Dad walks with Jack out to his truck as I go to the kitchen and drain a water bottle. When Dad comes back in, I say, “I can’t ask you to go into debt for my dream.”
“You didn’t ask me. Your mom and I have talked about it. We hate that damn developer. We don’t want all the traffic and water issues. The Dunn farm isn’t huge, but if we can save it for another generation, we want to do it.”
I take a deep breath. “I told Ricky I wanted to buy the farm before Devan and I kissed. I want you to know this didn’t start out as something about her.”
“Is it now?”
I nod. “It’s way too fucking early, but I love her, Dad. If we can offer the Dunns the same deal, let them harvest and stay in the house until spring—it doesn’t have to be March. Maybe next spring, Devan and I can live in their house.”
“With Ricky?”
I laugh. “No, that’s not the plan. He wants to go back to school. Once they’re through harvest, he can start exploring his options.”
“That’s a lot of maybes.”
My smile grows. “No maybes, Dad. I’ll work my ass off to keep both farms—correction, the Sheers farm, bigger than before—working and profitable. As for Devan, I think that’s more than a maybe too.”
“You want to drive with me over to the Dunns’ and make the offer?”
“I was just there. Might as well go back.”