8. Dean
Chapter 8
Dean
I’ve never been so glad for fall break before. A week of waking up when I want, with my girl in my arms. It sounds like heaven.
I walk into the house, put my keys on the hook in the closet, and drop my bag to the floor before shutting the door. I spot Stanley lying along the entry tabletop. I scrub my fingers through his fur. “Where is Ness, huh?” He grabs my arm, his paws holding it where he can try to bite me. I flick him on the head. “No biting, you asshole.” I rub his neck, and his teeth disappear. I chuckle at his antics.
A few minutes later, he tries to bite again, so I pull my hand back and walk away. Climbing the stairs, the bedroom my goal destination, I pull my tie loose and undo the cuffs of my shirt. It’s almost seven, the sun has been down for a bit, and truthfully, I think I just want a nap.
I had to be at the college early this morning for a staff meeting, then held three classes. I had meetings in my office with a few of my struggling newbies. They’ll get it, it’s just taking some extra time for them to grasp it all.
I make it into the bedroom and start stripping. Ness walks out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
“Well, hello, gorgeous.” I move closer, pulling her against my chest. My mouth claims hers in a heated kiss.
“I am so glad the next week is just you, me, and the bed.”
“Hmm, is that a promise?”
“Of course, it is.” I lift her up, walk her to the bed, and use two fingers to undo the towel holding her body hostage from me. “Perfection.”
“You should have seen me thirty minutes ago. Sweaty, covered in barn yuck, and panting like a marathon runner. Hay bales are heavy.”
“How about a massage?”
“Oh, yes, please. That sounds heavenly.”
“Climb up and lay on your stomach. I’ll be right back.”
She does as I ask while I go into the bathroom to grab what I need. I light a few candles and place them in safe places around the room. I strip to my boxers, grab a bottle of oil and a warm washcloth. I climb up onto the bed, straddling her legs. I lay the folded cloth on the back of her neck before I put some of the oil in my palm and rub my hands together, letting my body heat warm the oil.
My hands go to her back, running up and down, the heel of my hands rubbing the tightness there, in those overworked muscles. Her soft groans make me smile. I keep my movements steady. The heel of my hands running along her spine now.
“God bless you…” she groans out.
Chuckling, I put more pressure into my hand movements. “What were you doing out in the barn?”
“Mucking stalls, filling feed buckets, you know, the usual.” I hit a spot in her shoulders that’s tight; I work it, keeping the movements hard but not enough to hurt her. “Please don’t stop…that feels amazing.”
I do just as she asks, I keep going, working her muscles until she’s a limp noodle under me. Then I move to her legs, massaging her thighs, working the tired, sore muscles. I slide off of her and pat her backside. “Roll over.”
“The oil.”
“Will wash out, roll over.”
She does, and I once again put oil in my palm and rub my hands together. I go to work on her thighs again, watching her as her eyes close in pleasure. I’d love to say I am a gentleman, that I keep to my task of a simple massage, but, well, with her, there is no staying on task. Her moans are making it very hard to concentrate on what I’m doing. So much so that I pull her thighs apart, my fingers caressing them as I lower my head.
My mouth takes her in, my tongue lapping at her slick folds.
“Yes…” Her hips rock against my mouth as I take control of her thighs, holding her open so I can devour her fully. My tongue flicks, circling her clit, then dives into her core, caressing, tasting. Humming, I move faster. “Fuck…”
The biggest turn on for a man is knowing that his girl is wild for him and what he is doing to her body. I watch her, my tongue flicking her clit hard and fast. Her hands go to her breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples hard.
“Dean…”
She’s panting, her body rocking as she starts to tighten. Her body tells me her orgasm is close. I shift, my fingers sliding into her with ease; I add a third, her hips bucking as my fingers curl against her inner walls. My pace does not change. They stroke her hard and fast until she explodes, coming with a scream.
“I need you…” she gasps out. “Inside me, now, please.” With her words, she puts herself in a position I love: hands above her head, gripping the covers, her legs open for me. I pull my boxers off and crawl up her body, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss. Her hum of excitement rolls through me, and my dick jerks. I need her so much, but I need to savor her exquisite body.
“I love you, so much.” I kiss down her neck, nibbling the soft skin.
“I love…you too…” She is squirming now. She knows what I want, need from her. “Take me, Dean. Fuck me hard. I need you.”
Sliding along her body, I move to line up the tip to her entrance. I slide in slowly, closing my eyes as she tightens around me. When I am fully seated in her heat, I lean my head down and take her nipples in my mouth, teasing one at a time until she is begging again. My hips slowly move, pressing myself into her fully before I pull out to slam back in. The slow, methodical thrusts teasing us both until I need more. I sit back, pulling her up on my legs enough that when I thrust, I am hitting against her walls. Sending her higher and higher toward orgasm.
“You feel so good,” I grunt out as I pound into her.
“Dean! Yes!”
When she comes around me, squeezing so tight, I shatter, my seed filling her. My hips are pumping, prolonging our pleasure until I collapse. I roll to my side, taking her with me. We lay there, breathing heavily.
A few moments pass, and our breathing returns to normal. “I need another shower…” she giggles.
My lips tug up into a smile. “A shower, you say?”
“Yeah…but not yet. I’m afraid I can’t move. My muscles are all dead.”
Chuckling, I place a kiss on her temple. “We can shower in the morning.” I shift away from her, moving to get a washcloth to clean her up. Once she’s settled, I take care of myself, then join her back in the bed. I push the blankets off to the floor and pull a fresh one from the linen closet. Once back on the bed, I pull her into my arms and kiss her softly.
“How about we take a little nap, then I’ll get up and cook us some dinner?”
“Can we have breakfast for dinner?”
“Absolutely.”
Our bodies are so relaxed, we crash without a second thought.
Watching Ness with the animals that are slowly growing in number, I can’t help but be happy that she is living out her childhood dream of having her own little farm.
Don’t worry, I am extremely happy with all of this as well. I’ve said it time and time again: I will always do what makes her happy. It makes me happy, and I feel fulfilled if she is happy.
The alternative is a place I never want to visit. It would kill me to know she isn’t happy or in a good place mentally. I mean that literally because her father has said as much. His ‘if you hurt her, they’ll never find your body’ speech was one I took to heart.
If there’s one thing I know, no one fucks around without finding out. I like myself alive, thank you very much.
The farrier is here checking hooves and making shoes for the horses. I watch as he works. The ten-year-old Paint gelding, Picasso, has great patches of white and a brown. He reminds me of the horses you see in the old Westerns. The ones that the Native people would ride bareback. Majestic is a good word to describe him.
He’s standing, one leg extended slightly, his hoof on a round top as the farrier files his hoof. He stands still, being a very good boy. He doesn’t seem to mind the older man working on him.
Picasso is a smaller horse, standing at fifteen-one-hands. I’ll be honest, I don’t really understand any of that, but it’s what the measuring thing they used to determine his height said he was. He’s a gentle horse, mild-mannered and very chill.
Now, the big horse is a female Bay. Again, I’m not sure what Bay means, even after Ness explained it to me, but she’s pretty. Her body is a light sand color. Her legs, mane, and tail are jet black. The color contrast is eye-catching to say the least, but that isn’t the first thing you’ll notice. Or maybe not the only thing. She’s huge, especially standing next to Picasso. Seventeen-three-hands and as with Picasso, she’s majestic AF, as the kids today say.
I am fascinated by all of this horse stuff. I’m kind of feeling like I’d missed out as a kid.
“What’s next?” I ask from the sidelines when the farrier puts Picasso’s hoof back on the ground.
The old man smiles as Picasso noses his side. “I’ll get their shoes on. I need to step out to the truck for the next part.”
I nod. “I’m going to stop watching you like a hawk then and make myself useful.”
“I don’t mind. Ms. Ness said this was not your normal thing. That you were new to large animals.”
“I’ve only ever had a dog, and that was as a kid. This is all just…a lot to keep straight in my head.” I chuckle.
“You’ll get there, don’t worry.” He smiles as he walks out.
I move to the outside of the barn and walk into the chicken run that Ness’s uncle and dad built for us a few weekends ago. We’d gotten a few more hens from her mom’s flock, so the extra room became necessary. And bonus, inside the run they’ll be safe from predators. I open the door that’s at the bottom of the barn wall, and they hurried out, clucking, screaming at me for taking so long.
“Forgive me, ladies, I was side-tracked. Here, have some ugly ass worms.”
Their treat consists of a small container of mealworms. I open it and shake some of them out onto the ground before leaving them to it. They have water and food in the tray, so they’ll be content for the day.
“Dean, my boy, how are we doing this morning?”
I look up and find Ness’s dad coming my way. “Morning. I didn’t know you were coming this way. Ness went to the grocery store; she’ll be back soon.”
“I’m just here to drop off something her mama sent. Now, I’m going to tell you this, man to man. You’re going to have to say no sometimes. It’s not easy but necessary. She’s like her mama. No animal left behind is her favorite saying.”
“We have plenty of land here.” I walk around to the other end of the barn, with him following along.
“You’d think so, but let me tell you, we have roughly four hundred and twenty acres between my ranch and my brothers. We have places to put more horses and cows when we find an animal in need. You do need a certain amount of space for each animal.”
“So far we only have two big animals and a handful of small animals.”
“The magic words being ‘so far.’” He chuckles. “Trust me, if you keep letting her get animals, you’ll outgrow this place in no time.”
“I have six acres where the house and barn are. But that isn’t all the land we have.”
“Oh?”
I pull the back barn door open to let the goats out into their small pasture. “Yeah, I don’t know if Ness has ever mentioned it, but the area back here,” I wave my hand out to the fully overgrown lands that sit between me and my neighbors three miles away on the left and a couple miles up the road to the right, “up to that treeline is also mine. Well, to be fair, the acreage to the right, I have a few payments left to make to the bank before it’s fully mine.”
“Well, okay then. I think you might be all right for a while.” We chuckle together.
“I think so, too. If I need to, I can buy more. It won’t be the first time. Again, whatever she wants, she will get.” Period.