With her milking my cock, her body begging for my cum, I let go. “Meadow,” I whisper her name with reverence as I bury myself inside of her as deeply as I can.
As I come, relief and certainty hit my chest.
I’ll protect this woman until my last breath.
I’ll loveher with everything I am and never allow my father’s bullshit to touch her.
She deserves it and so much more. I’ll make sure she is cherished and never knows a day without love, comfort, happiness, and affection.
We’ll build a life worth living and then revel in the bounty of it all.
CHAPTER 13
MEADOW
After getting off the phone with my girls, because even though it’s the second day of my staycation honeymoon I’m not missing another morning meeting, I can’t help but smile. It’s hard being away from my bakery for a few days, but they’re days I’ve earned. I have no doubt everything is taken care of.
This is one of the reasons it was so important to hire good people to work for me. I trust them to keep the bakery going, from keeping to the recipes and baking schedule to keeping our customers happy. Still, I might try to slip away and stop into GMH later today.
Honestly, it’s difficult not to pop in. I’ve put so much time and effort into the business and it’s my dream brought into reality.
Sometimes I feel the weight of the responsibility of my bakery. Not just in terms of building a successful business, but also everything my best friends put on the line to make it happen. I don’t want to let my friends down; it would destroy me if I did.
We’ve already risked so much when it comes to opening GMH. Yes, monetarily, but it’s become so much more than that with the way Mayor Simmons has come after us.
While most of the people in Storyville support our business and have no issue with it, there are a few people who feel the same way Simmons does. I’ve seen the way those people look at me, like I’m some sort of crack peddler on the street corner, even though that’s so far removed from what we do with Green Mountain High.
I don’t want those people to win; they’ve been betting against us since before we even opened the doors. Mayor Simmons riles them up and they think that their thinking is right because someone as important as our mayor agrees with them. The only thing I can do to fight them is to be successful.
Which is why I’ve thrown myself into the bakery. I have to make sure it’s a success.
And not going in, not overseeing everything, and not working on the fall menu is starting to eat at me. Even though I’ve been enjoying spending time with my new husband. Still, life doesn’t stop just because you get married.
As I wander out of the house, I take a deep breath and look out over the land. It’s beautiful out here. We’re not quite in Storyville, but I don’t feel like I’m too far away from everything.
I push the thoughts of GMH away because I have a husband to track down. When I step into the grow building, I’m not surprised to find Rook with a clipboard in his hand as he walks through the rows of plants.
Every time I’ve stepped inside this building, I’m impressed with his set-up. Since I first came here, he’s grown the operation. I can understand the dedication and the passion he has for his business because it’s the same way I feel about my bakery.
Rook’s movements pause for a moment and then his head snaps around and his brown eyes find me. The way they heat as he takes me in has my thighs clenching together.
Even though he woke me up this morning by eating me out before burying himself inside of me and filling me with his cum, I want more. I’ve become greedy for him and I’m not ashamed of it.
“Hey,” my voice is soft and there’s a note of hesitation in it which I don’t quite understand. My eyebrow arches challengingly as I ask, “Working?”
The grin he shoots me is unapologetic. I shouldn’t find it nearly as sexy as I do.
“Well, the world does keep turning,” he tells me with a smirk, “even though we got married.”
I giggle and shake my head at him in admonishment, my voice matching the sentiment, “I guess that’s what I get for agreeing to a staycation honeymoon.”
He jots something down on the clipboard before putting it down. Then he strides toward me with his focus completely locked on me. It’s intense and delicious.
“If you’re up giving me sass, I clearly haven’t fucked you enough,” his voice is rough with desire, and it sends a jolt through me.
He wants to stretch my pussy around his cock again? Yes, please. I’m all in.
I make a humming sound and look around the building, a small smile tipping up my lips. “Maybe we should take this opportunity, with us both clothed, to talk about my fall menu,” there’s a teasing lilt in my voice.
