Page 4 of Labor of Love

I nod as he adds a second finger. There’s a pinch, but with his kisses,

I relax.

“Please be my first, Stetson.” He stills as the words leave my mouth.

“You sure, baby?” It’s not like I didn’t already show him the condom.

“There’s no one else I trust more than you.” His eyes hold worry before softening. His fingers curl as they withdraw. Need builds deeper inside me.

“I’ll do my best to make this as comfortable for you as I can. You having another orgasm is my top priority.” He pulls back slightly with hunger in his eyes. “But we can stop if it becomes too much.” My fingers slip into the waistband of my underwear, and I arch, removing the fabric.

“I’m yours to take.” Nerves and butterflies mix within, but I want this moment with him.

Undoing his pants, he tosses them to the side and removes his briefs. The man is a work of art, completely naked in front of me. His fingers enter me once again as I push aside the thought of how he’s going to fit.

“Just like that,” I moan as his hands work me over the edge again, his tongue flicking my nipple.

“We’ll take it slow, baby.” Stetson hovers above, rolling on the condom before lining himself up.

The stars blanket around us as he continues with soothing words while his dick stretches me open for the first time.

“See? Your pussy was made for me, Layla.” Tears brim my eyes from how well we fit together.

“We’re perfect.” The final distance closes between us.

2

LAYLA

Vibrations buzz through the mattress as the sun peeks through the Suburban’s windows. Stetson shifts, reaching for his phone.

“I have to take this.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’ll be back soon.” Slipping into his jeans, he climbs out of the back and heads down toward the closest barn.

I stretch my arms as my body lengthens. A small smile plays on my lips thinking about how beautiful last night was. Warmth settles in my chest as my face heats. Another reason to keep the smile on my lips. Losing my virginity was anything but a loss. It was a level of trust handed over to someone I care about. Stetson treated my body like a sacred prized possession.

Maybe going all in with Stetson isn’t something to be feared. His family is picture perfect. His parents adore me. Karli flashes through my mind, sinking my gut. What if she’s against it? I cannot lose her, but damn, I’m falling for Stetson. Last night solidified it completely.

Looking over to where he stands, he seems stressed. Maybe I need to de-stress him like I did last night. That would be fun. There’s so much I want to try with him.

He hangs up his phone and paces for a moment, still shirtless. Quickly, he taps away on his phone with a firmly set jaw. Whoever was on the phone had news he isn’t sure how to process. Tossing my dress over my head, I get out to check on him.

“Is everything okay?” I call out.

“Hey, sweet girl.” He opens his arms, and I fall against his chest. “How are you feeling after last night?”

Looking up and wrapping my arms around his neck, I press a kiss to his lips.

“Like I want to do that again and again with you.”

Stetson’s lips roll in as he steps back, holding my hands.

“But next time, my mouth can play too,” I tell him, feeling my cheeks heat, but I’m glad I said it.

His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. My breathing stops.

“Layla, my manager called.” His tone is nearly robotic, like he’s trying to check out of this moment. “I’ve been so busy with helping on the ranch and being with you and I forgot a deadline.”

“Is it about you returning?” I ask as bile rises up my throat.