“And that won’t be a moment too soon,” I say with a dramatic roll of my eyes.
I don’t care what Trevor says—I don’t like this woman. Bridget gives me a sad little frown and then turns to walk back up into the farmhouse, leaving Trevor and I there alone together.
“Ava, I’m sorry, I meant to talk to you about this the other day. I knew it would upset you if you saw Bridget and I close together when I worked on the farm. But I promise you that there is nothing to worry about. She’s just feeling better about things and isn’t acting as erratic as before. She’s actually a good person once you look past the lack of impulse control. We’ve just been talking like old friends while I work on things. It’s nothing more than that and there’s no reason to be upset.”
Trevor takes my hand and leads me into the barn. It’s cool looking in here with a sort of simplistic rustic charm. The animals are all out, so the barn is empty aside from a fresh dusting of hay and some thick blankets piled up in one of the corners. There are strands of lights hanging from the ceiling and it’s insulated to be kept warm from the harsh winter elements outside.
“This is my fault for not nipping it in the bud and easing your mind. I just got busy with trying to get things done and forgot to talk to you about it.”
“You telling me that youforgotto talk to me, doesnotmake me feel much better about any of this,” I say with a pout.
Trevor chuckles, but in an endearing way.
“That is not atallwhat I meant by that and you know it,” he smiles. “I mean that it didn’t cross my mind again because there is absolutely nothing to worry about. The only person that consumes every minute of my thoughts every day isyou.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, feeling childish about having to ask for reassurance.
“Let me show you howsureI am,” he grins as he wraps his arm around my waist and leans me down against the stack of warm and fuzzy blankets that are piled in the corner of the barn.
There is nothing that I could have comparedanythingin the city to in this moment. The cool and crisp air in the barn mixed with the heat of our bodies as the clothing between us was tossed haphazardly aside; created an intoxicating stimulation of senses. There is something primal, something urgent and innate about the feeling of Trevor’s swollen cock pushing into my body as my back flattens against the blankets on the ground. In this moment, I feel more at home than I have ever felt in my entire life.
7
Trevor
Ifeel a little bad about only telling Avamostof the truth instead of all of it. I don’t like sneaking around and keeping things from her, but there just isn’t any other way to handle this situation at the moment; at least not without ruining everything. Besides I don’t have too much longer to have to hide anything from her.
Ava doesn’t come to Bridget’s farm for a few days because she is working on some of the business stuff from home. That actually works out well for me, because I can focus on getting stuff done and not having to worry about what Ava might see and interpret. When she calls to tell me about the newest venture that she wants to offer on the website—the addition of making small treehouse-style tiny homes that people can use as little Airbnb rentals, I am trying to give her my full attention, but one of the animals has somehow managed to slide out between the fence slats while Bridget and I were working on a secret project.
“What do you think?” Ava asks through the phone receiver.
“I like it,” I say as I try to help Bridget chase down the escaped goat.
Damn, goats run much faster than I would have given them credit for.
“Which part?”
“Huh? Uh, I like all of the parts,” I say. I’m starting to get out of breath from chasing this stray animal across the field.
“Are you even listening to me?” she asks with audible disappointment in her voice.
“Yes, sorry, of course I am. An animal got loose, and we are just trying to get it back into its pen,” I answer.
I am now almost completely out of breath.
“Okay, I’ll let you go then,” she says. “See you when you get home.”
“Okay, I lo—”
Ava hangs up before I have the chance to tell her that I love her and can’t wait to see her tonight.
“You go that way,” Bridget calls to me. “Then if it comes out from the other side, I’ll chase it toward you.”
I nod my head and got around the other side of the barn as she spooks the goat right toward me. The she runs behind it as I try to grab and hold onto it to keep it from running off further. But the goat is also a lot stronger than I gave it credit for, and not only is it able to pull away from me, but by the time Bridget catches up to me I stumble and trip her in the process, until we both end up falling down on top of each other onto the grass. For a minute, we lay there in a startled moment after having the wind knocked out of us. Then we both start to laugh as we see the goat’s hooves running away across the field.
“Well at least he can’t get off of the farm,” Bridget laughs. “He’ll come back when he’s hungry.
“Or when he wants to make fools out of us again.” I say as we both burst into laughter.
