That’s how long we’ve been together, and it’s been great. Because he had a smaller place on the ranch, he moved in with us. Which, Tiffany was thrilled at and I was certain she would have had a fit.
But he did relate to her on levels I couldn’t imagine. Not that it was a surprise, given that he is still ten years younger than me.
Not that I thought of it much these days. He quickly erased any doubts within the first four weeks of us officially dating. I was wearing a skirt to go out to eat, and he eyed me all night. Then before we even left the restaurant, he locked us in a bathroom stall, said he couldn’t wait anymore, and then had me three different ways.
It was the first time I had public sex, and bathroom sex. And he said that he didn’t do anything like that before. But it wassomething he always wanted to try. And honestly, I was happy to give it to him. He said that women his age had more concerns than people would think and they wouldn’t go for something like that.
Thereafter, in the bedroom, he called me a sex goddess, and I was on cloud nine.
But things went beyond sex too.
He was smart, mature, funny, and sweet; all things that were lacking in my previous marriage, I felt. He listened to me when I talked, but even more importantly, he listened to Tiffany.
And there was one day we got an unexpected visitor. How the hell Todd found us, I wasn’t sure. Then he started yelling at me that I needed to bring his daughter home. It was pretty funny to see how flustered he got when Zeb walked around the corner, arms crossed, telling Todd that his ladies weren’t going anywhere.
His ladies!
Can we talk about swooning? Because I could have felt like I was.
“What are you thinking about?”
I looked up from my computer then had to do a double take. Zeb walked out of the back and into the kitchen in nothing more than a pair of jeans, and a backwards baseball cap.
Did I not mention that it was insanely hot?
A fantasy come to life.
I licked my lips, watching him as he walked to the fridge and bent down to grab a beer. When he stood up and spun, his eyes narrowed at the look on my face.
“What?”
“Holy shit, Zeb, you have no idea how fucking sexy you are.”
“What are you talking about?”
I stood up, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Back when we first met and you were all nasty and grouchy, which you can still be, this image of you just like this filtered through my mind and I had to fight back a moan. You have no clue how damn tempting you are. And like this, well, it certainly puts all kinds of naughty thoughts in mind.”
“Excuse me, you need to keep your hands to yourself, lady,” he told me, reaching behind him to unwrap my arms. “I don’t think the lady I’m seeing will enjoy you manhandling me.”
“Eh, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Come on cowboy, show me how them hips really work.” I squeezed his hips before reaching around him again, this time grabbing his ass.
“Shit, Katie, you’re feisty right now.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Never!”
He wrapped his arms around me and then hauled me up, setting me on the kitchen counter, moving between my legs.
His lips captured mine as his semi hard dick met my hot center. I flicked my tongue against his as I moaned, locking my legs around his hips.
Thank goodness Tiffany was with her friend for the day otherwise moments like this wouldn’t be happening.
He finally broke the kiss to undo his pants while I worked on my shorts, shimming them down as far as I could. I leaned back on the counter while he grabbed his dick and lined it up with my entrance, slipping in.
“Fuck, I love you, Katie. Love the way you wrap around me, the way you squeeze me, the way you love me.”
