He punctuated every word with a thrust that had my toes curling, because whatever pleasure I was feeling multiplied exponentially now.
It was no longer my pleasure or his, but ours.
I shouldn’t stare up at him as he fucked me hard. Our eyes shouldn’t lock together, mapping the way the other person’s pleasure showed on our faces and then moving harder, faster, reaching for more. I shouldn’t be letting Troy get so close. Mom told me to play the field, but…
I was pretty sure I didn’t know how.
I was a one man woman all of my adult life, and this big, grumpy farmer? With every thrust it felt like he was claiming my body as his.
And my heart.
The rush of fear, of rational concern was shoved aside as bliss rose up like a massive wave, ready to drown me.
“Troy—!”
“Right there with you, love.”
He ground that out through gritted teeth as my cunt clamped down hard around him, forcing every jet of cum out with each pulse of ecstasy.
“This chili is freaking amazing.”
Hours later, we were sitting in a darkened dining room. All the bowls were washed and put away, apart from the ones we’dsnagged as we dished ourselves up some dinner. I went to take a seat beside him, but Troy only seemed satisfied when I was sitting on his lap. His arms curled around me as he spooned his chili into his mouth with a satisfied groan had me pressing my back against his chest.
“Glad you like it,” I replied, absently eating my own. “Because I may have made enough to feed all of us for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next five days.”
“You won’t hear me complaining.” A kiss was pressed to the skin just behind my ear. “Especially if you come and deliver them up in the field.” Another kiss, then another had me shivering against them. “Delicious food.” His voice grew deeper and more rumbly the more he spoke. “Delicious woman.”
“If you like chili, you’ll have to come to the States one day…” Shit, what the hell was I saying? Turning around slowly, I expected to see him blinking in surprise, maybe even looking awkwardly for a quick escape, but instead those overheated blue eyes met mine. A small smile formed as I went on. “I mean if you want authentic chili, you need to taste some of the stuff from?—”
Silencing me with a kiss, I was sure this was his attempt to change the topic.
“Pretty sure none of it would be as good as yours.” A kiss pressed to my forehead, then he went back to eating. “My mum always said there was always one ingredient that made the difference between good food and great.”
“What’s that?” I croaked out.
“Love.”
That one word was enough to have me turning around. His spoon hit the bowl and he sat back staring at me, as if willing me to see something, but it couldn’t be…
“I definitely love chilli,” I babbled out. “There’s this amazing place in LA…”
Forced to listen to my Yelp reviews of all the places I’d eaten chilli at, we finished our meal and then cleaned up and went to bed, but it was when we were nestled down under his sheets that I had to confront an uncomfortable truth. Lying in Troy’s arms, hearing the muffled sounds of farm animals and wildlife beyond, it wasn’t hard to imagine doing the same thing every night for the rest of my life.
“Good night, love,” he said, after giving me one last chaste kiss. “Sleep well, because it’ll be a long day tomorrow.”
The fire, the cattle and sheep, none of that was on my mind right now. Just the frantic, bunny beat of my heart as I forced my eyes closed, because it felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
And that was a problem.
Chapter 19
Troy
So the muster was going exactly as I expected it to.
Badly.
“Sparky!” I shouted, but the dog didn’t pay me a bit of attention. He was at the heels of the cattle, nipping them to force them forward. Trouble was, we needed more dogs, more people, more everything, because the stupid bloody herd decided to go stampeding away from the nice open gate and towards the fence.
