“That’s what you think?”
“What else is there to think?”
Clearly, this woman has no idea I’m obsessed with her. I slide my arm under her back and pull her closer to me. She wiggles alittle but stops when I wrap my other arm around her and hold her tightly.
“You are here, so of course I want to stay. I want to be wherever you are.”
“Really?” she has the nerve to ask.
“Real shit,” I assure her. “I don’t know what you did to me, but you are all I want. I want to be right here with your mean ass.”
She grins, then says, “I’m not mean.”
“You’ve been mean to me since dinner.”
“Well, you said you didn’t take the job.”
“I didn’t take the job because there’s a better opportunity if I work for myself. There are only three electricians here in Miller’s Pointe. Three who clearly have limited hours and don’t want to work. I do. Working for myself, I can work at The Phoxes Den, Circle Bar G, Pancake House, shit, anywhere that needs an electrician. That’s more money, and since my girl already has her own ranch and house, I gotta bring something to the table,” I tell her.
“You staying is enough. We could work the ranch together.”
“I’m still going to do that, but at the end of the day, I’m a man, a cowboy, and a real ass cowboy not only pays his own way but he takes care of his family.”
“Family?”
“Yes, because that’s what you and Amara have become for me, family.”
She reaches across my chest and caresses my face. “Okay, I’m not mad anymore,” she says, then laughs. “We are a little family,” she agrees.
“Good ’cause I don’t want to go to sleep with you mad at me. We can never do that.”
She adjusts and stretches her leg across me. Then she raises up, straddles me, and rests her hands on my chest. “Sleep? That’s what you want to do?” she asks before licking her lips.
“Shit. Not if you’re doing that,” I admit, ’cause damn. That shit was sexy as fuck.
She smiles and stares into my eyes. Without breaking her stare, slowly, she reaches into my pajama pants and frees my shit. I’m already hard as hell; that shit is automatic when she’s close. As she holds me, she licks her lips then purrs before kissing my tip.
“Hmmm.”
She winks then switches shit up on me. She changes position, turning to face the door, giving me a beautiful view of her ass. When she arches her back deeply, I reach up and grip her perfect ass. Her lips return to my tip and she jiggles her ass while she kisses it.
“Shit, Wren,” I groan at the sight of her ass and feel of her lips.
She takes me into her warm mouth and I damn near bust from the feel. I fight it though, so I can enjoy all of this. Giving head is an art and Wren has skills. With her soft ass lips, tongue, and hands, she takes her time and loves on my shit.
I can’t lie. I’m falling apart under her but I’m holding strong. However, when her sexy ass takes me out of her mouth, licks the entire length of my shit, then takes me back in until my head hits the back of her throat, I lose it and gasp.
“Fuck!” My shit starts throbbing in her mouth. She’s devouring my dick, and when she moans around it, my damn toes curl. I’m really about to lose it. All the restraint I’m trying to exercise is waning. “Wren…shit…I’m ’bout to…”
My damn words catch in my throat and I just shake my head. Then she does some shit that takes me to the edge. She reaches back, places her hand between her legs, then starts playing withher pussy. That’s it. I can’t hold my nut anymore. I bust and her freaky ass takes it all then swallows.
“Now, this is Amara approved,”Amara says as she circles me. “Black jeans, black turtleneck, camo jacket, and black hat. Clock it,” she says and she and her friend start giggling and pressing their two fingers together.
“Leave him alone and put the jams in order,” Wren says sternly.
We are downtown setting up at Jubilee. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. The whole town has shut down, the streets are blocked off, and downtown has been converted to a big ass holiday market. There are food trucks, food stands, and tents filled with vendors.
We arrived about an hour ago. I’d just set up her tent and tables and got all the boxes out of the truck. After she placed her branded tablecloths on the tables, they started placing the soaps and jams. She has a big ass sign on the front of the tent that says opening at ten but she has already had people trying to buy. Her jams taste good as hell and that soap is nice ,so I get it, but they need to give her time to set up.
