As we were boxing up the things she wanted, Mom told us stories about every knick-knack and picture. When she opened the hall closet and hauled out a box, she opened it and smiled.
“You boys don’t want my old wedding china, do ya? The new place has a pretty china cabinet in the dining room for me to display it, which I’ve always wanted to do. Sean, honey, talk him into making some changes to this old house. The rooms are too small, there’s barely enough cabinet space, and you’ll be on top of each other if you don’t make some changes.”
Kenny laughed. “Gayle, I think that’s the idea, isn’t it?”
We all had a good laugh as Sean nodded. I’d definitely remember his full agreement when we had the place to ourselves.
We packed Mom’s boxes into the small U-Haul and took it over to Mom’s new apartment. After we unloaded everything and put her box spring and mattress on her new bed frame, she turned to Sean and me. “Okay, boys, skedaddle. I’ve got things to do, and you do too. I’ll have you boys over for dinner after I get everything settled. Thank you for helping me move. Love you.”
Basically, my mother threw us out of her apartment with a smile on her face. I turned to Sean. “Can you believe that shit?”
Sean laughed. “Come on, cowboy. I can think of a lot of ways to get your mind off your mother sprouting her wings and flying away, and now, we can be as loud as we want.”
He made a good point. I nearly dragged him to the truck.
When we got home, I tossed him over my shoulder and ran to the house, Sean giggling the whole time. I locked the front door in case John Langer came by, and I took Sean back to my bedroom, tossing him on the bed.
“Clothes off right now.”
Sean smirked and then proceeded to slowly strip off his shirt and shorts. The boxer briefs were the last to come off, and I was salivating for that beautiful body.
“How do you want—” I didn’t get to finish the sentence before he pushed me onto the bed and opened the drawer of the nightstand to retrieve the lube.
“We’re gonna do something I’ve never done before. You’d better take off your prosthetic. I don’t want it to get bent in any way.”
I was filled with equal parts fear and excitement as I unstrapped it and put it on the floor under the bed. I was so grateful he’d adjusted to my stump.
We’d showered together several times, with him encouraging me to lean on him instead of me having to use the bench. I could definitely attest that shower blowjobs were incredible—both giving and receiving.
Rolling onto my side, I started to reach for the condom on the nightstand when Sean touched my hand. “I don’t want to use condoms anymore, Jeri.” He went to his messenger bag hanging from the bedroom doorknob and returned with a piece of paper.
I opened it, not sure what it could be. When I glanced down, I realized it was the results from blood tests he’d somehow fit into his hectic schedule. It was the best news in the world.
“Get in bed on your hands and knees. I’m gonna get you ready the wayIwant.” I winked, and Sean laughed, doing as I requested.
My hands gently pulled his ass cheeks apart so I could see his puckered hole. I flattened my tongue and gave a lick, pulling back to see his entrance throbbing. That was because of me. I was damn proud of that.
I dove in, face-first, and pushed my tongue against his hole until he relaxed to let me inside. His skin smelled incredible—my body wash and his own musk. I couldn’t get enough of him. Iadded a finger to loosen him up faster because my dick was in a hurry to feel him without a condom in the way.
After kissing and licking every nook and cranny of his body, I pushed his legs apart and slid under him. I glanced up at him and grinned. His eyes were glazed, and his little freckles that I adored were brighter, it seemed.
“Wanna go for a ride?” I waggled my eyebrows at him, making him laugh. I picked up the lube and poured it into my hand, slicking my cock before pressing some inside him.
“Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” His eyes were shining, and my heart clenched. I’d get to have him like that for the rest of my life.
“Trixie, girl, let’s ride down and see how John’s doing with the helipad.” I finished tightening the cinch and adjusted the fender before putting my foot in the stirrup and hoisting myself up.
Sean was in Baltimore to meet with a councilman he wanted to run for the House seat that was opening up due to the current representative’s retirement announcement. He was using my truck, having ordered an SUV the previous week. My truck still had a lot of miles left on her, so she’d be able to pull the horse trailer when I needed it. I liked the Lincoln Aviator he’d chosen. It was sharp-looking.
Trixie and I rode to the far-right pasture where John and Cody Langer were busy turning dirt at the spot I’d chosen for the helipad that Sean could use when he went to or came home from DC. We’d already cut down trees and moved the fence to allow the clearance required by the FAA.
A certified builder was going to pour the concrete and make sure it was up to code, and then another company was coming to install all of the required lighting so the pad could be licensed by the proper authorities. I couldn’t wait to surprise Sean with it.
It would all be done by the time he was set to go back to work in DC, not that he didn’t work at the house every day. The best part was that when I broke for lunch, we fucked first and ate after. I was living my best damn life ever.
When Trixie and I got to the spot, I saw that John was on his phone by the backhoe, while Cody sat on the tailgate of John’s truck, typing into his phone. John planned to come out the next week to put up a new fence to close off the rest of the pasture that wasn’t needed for the area around the helipad, and I’d ordered a cute shed to house the Gator that would be delivered in a few days to keep there so Sean could drive it to the house when he came home and leave it there when he went back to DC.
It was the end of August, and I was dreading Sean being gone three nights a week. He’d decided to leave early on Tuesday mornings and return on Friday mornings unless he had a business engagement. With my boarding business picking up because winter was approaching, it would be nearly impossible for me to go to DC with him very often, but we’d find a way.
