“I was wrong.” He blinked. “Really wrong.”
“You did what you had to do with the cards you were dealt—I respect that. I always have and I always will. Don’t feel sorry for me. I’ve made a good life for myself. In my own way, I’m happy. Now…would I be happier with you in my life? Possibly.” I squeezed his hand. “Probably.”
He cleared his throat. “Where do we go from here?”
“We finish our cake and milk, and then we go back to bed. We have your daughter’s permission, after all.” I grinned.
After a long moment, he smiled back. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
And so we did.
Chapter Nine
Anderson
Iawoke with a strong arm banded around my chest and a very interested cock poking me in the ass.
Jarrod pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “You’re awake?”
“Yep.” I pressed his hand to my sternum. “Have you heard the elephant clomp down the stairs?”
He chuckled. “No, I haven’t heard anything resembling either an elephant or a teenage girl.”
I wiggled my butt.
His hand meandered down my side and grasped my hip. He pulled me back against him and thrust his cock against my ass. He hummed in what I interpreted to be satisfaction.
“Roll onto your back.”
He paused in his nuzzling of my neck.
“I want to give you a blow job—so roll onto your back.”
“Okay.” He sounded skeptical, and I was pretty certain I knew the reason. He was all about giving pleasure—but rarely sank into the bliss himself until his partner had orgasmed. Or had come damn close.
Still, he settled back into the middle of the bed and put his hands behind his head—interlacing his fingers. His eyes were still a little droopy as he slowly pulled himself from slumber. He was a little sluggish in the morning waking up. Coffee was a necessity for him. I couldn’t imagine getting up early with farm animals. “Hey, how early do goats get up?”
He laughed. “Don’t worry about my goats. Mila will call if there’s a problem.”
That hadn’t been my concern, but his beautiful cock curving up toward his belly—with a drop of precum leaking—captured my attention. I eased his thighs apart so I could settle in between them.
He grinned.
I licked the tip of his cock, savoring the tang of his precum on my tongue.
He moaned.
Slowly, I pulled him into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his crown as I sucked. Still, I held his gaze.
He grasped my hair in those large hands—whether to hold me in place or to encourage me, I couldn’t be certain. The one thing I did know for sure was that he loved it when I sucked him off.
I tongued his slit.
He nearly bucked off the bed.
I swallowed him deeper.
He thickened in my mouth.
