Chapter Text
Lunch was interesting. Lucy kept crossing and re-crossing her legs thinking about how Tim had been between them only moments before. He kept staring at his plate scared if he looked at her for even a second, he would give away their secret, since all his mind could focus on was conjuring up every second they spent alone again and again; there was no quieting his brain that brought back the sounds of her moans on constant replay, and he swore he still felt the ghost of her fingers digging into his back. Aaron watched them both knowing they had gotten up to something, and though he would never tell, he knew that their obviousness would give them away and result in Grey firing Tim eventually. Angela could tell her sister’s post orgasm glow from anywhere and kept smiling into her water glass; their plan had worked quite well, and she was happy her sister was getting laid.
After a torturous lunch, Lucy raced out of the main house to be with the horses, hoping they would calm her, but Angela’s appearance with a knowing smirk did not help the situation. “Don’t say anything,” Lucy pled.
“No, I’m not talking. I’m listening while you tell me what happened between you and Tim.”
“Apparently, he didn’t lose interest. Dad made him stay away from me.”
“Of course he did. That man is way too overprotective.”
“I know. Anyways, thanks for letting me borrow your clothes, but I don’t need them anymore.”
“Because you Tim finally knocked boots, didn’t you?” Angela asked hopefully.
“Yes, we had sex, and we both agreed it wasn’t a one time thing.”
“Finally! That’s great!”
“We’re going to have to keep things quiet until I find an opening to talk to Dad to get him to chill out and not fire Tim.”
“Can your conversation with Dad wait until Wes and I tell him about the baby? I wouldn’t ask if my morning sickness wasn’t getting worse. It’s going to be harder and harder to hide the pregnancy, and I think Dad will only have so much grace at a time.”
“Absolutely. My niece or nephew is the priority.”
“Thanks. I’m really happy for you. A new guy is exactly what you need.”
“Hi, girls,” Luna greeted them upon entering the stables.
“Hi, Mom,” they said at the same time, both equally frazzled, hoping their previous discussion topic had not been overheard.
“I’ve talked to your father, and he’s agreed to hire a contractor to build a new structure on the land. Work starts tomorrow.”
“What new structure?” Lucy wondered.
“I told your Dad it’s multipurpose, but he hasn’t seen the plans yet.” Luna handed Angela the blueprint in her fist.
Once she unrolled the piece of paper, she was unsure what she was looking at, and her expression reflected that.
“That’s a house for you and Wes with a second bedroom for your baby,” Luna explained.
Angela almost dropped the plans to the ground in her surprise.
“Of course I know you’re pregnant. I’m your mother,” Luna said with a smile. “I’m so happy for you two.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be mad? My baby is having a baby!” Luna gushed and pulled Angela into her arms. “I can’t wait to have a little one running around.”
“I-I can’t believe you’re so good about this.”
“Of course I’m thrilled, now your father will be a totally different story. You have to tell him and soon, but I don’t think he’ll be happy.”
“Maybe I can hide the baby bump with big sweatshirts and keep the kid away from the main house until they turn eighteen and can work the land. Maybe then Dad won’t be as upset.”
“Don’t be so dramatic. I’m sure he’ll see reason,” Lucy hoped for both her and her sister’s sakes.
“Emmett went to your father last year to ask for your hand in marriage, and when your dad said he would kill Emmett if he hurt you, Emmett ran scared instead of swearing that he would never do anything to hurt you and promise to take care of you.”
“That’s why Emmett broke up with me and moved away?”
“Your father wants to make sure any man would treat you with the utmost respect and protect you the way he has all these years. Emmett wasn’t up for the challenge. If there happened to be another man in your life, you’ll do well to make sure they can live up to your dad’s standards before you say anything.”
Lucy should not have been so taken aback that her mother sensed that she finally had a new man in her life, but then again, Luna’s intuition was always undeniably accurate. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she promised.
“Good. Now, I’ve said all I need to say. Want to join me in the kitchen to help me make some chocolate chip cookies?”
“My favorite,” Angela noted gladly.
“I know. I’m hoping it’ll bring you some comfort before I bake a pumpkin pie tomorrow for your father. He takes news better with pie in his stomach,” Luna replied, making her point about when her daughter should share her pregnancy news quite clear.
“Wes and I will tell Dad tomorrow.”
“Very good.”
“I think I should stay out here to be with the horses for a while,” Lucy said.
“To make my pie, I’ll need ingredients from town. Lucy, please, go shopping for me, and while you’re in town, stop at the drug store to pick up condoms. Safe sex is the best sex, and besides, I think your father will have a heart attack if both of you get pregnant at the same time.”
“Mom,” Lucy responded, annoyed, but Luna drew her lips into a thin line, leaving no room for argument, so she knew the conversation was over.
𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃
Whatever deal they struck about exchanging ONE look at dinner had been obliterated; Tim kept glancing at Lucy with the same glint in his eye as when he first touched her naked body, and that was all she could think about as she pushed food around her plate and felt her panties get wetter and wetter with every glimpse. She decided she would keep those on even when she changed into sleepwear after dinner, so he could feel how he had effected her.
He willed dinner to finish as early as possible, because knowing he would get to have Lucy under his fingertips again made Tim incredibly impatient. Despite agreeing to meet at the stables an hour after dinner, he arrived within twenty minutes once he had donned some sweatpants and a t shirt. He started pacing and hoping that the forty minutes until she arrived would move quickly. By some miracle, he only had to wait about five minutes before she came at him at a run and flew into his embrace.
She wanted to point out how early he was, but she had been, too, which was a testament to how eager they both were. When she took a step out of their hug to take a good look at him, she saw that same glint again despite her outfit, “I don’t have any sexy pajamas.”
Tim brushed his hands down her sides, vaguely feeling that she was not wearing a bra, and he responded, “I don’t care what you’re wearing. I’ll be taking it off of you soon.” When she made a sound low in her throat as her reply, he bent down to kiss her hard. They were meant to reunite in the stables and make a swift exit to reach their final destination, but they ended up consumed by each other and their lips for several long minutes first.
Finally, Lucy hummed with momentary satisfaction and dragged him towards Midnight for their ride.
He mounted the horse behind her and nuzzled her neck almost immediately. “You know,” he said, his voice muffled due to how he was fused to her skin, “I’ve been giving it some thought, and if you expand the stables, there’s enough room for a few more horses to offer equine therapy. ”
“I’ve thought about it but scrapped the idea.”
“Maybe you should reconsider it. Share your gifts with more people.” He sucked on her neck and grinned. “Not all of your gifts. Save some of those just for me.”
She blushed. Lucy squeezed her thighs to direct Midnight to start moving to give her something to do. “You haven’t even seen all of my gifts yet,” she teased.
“Can’t wait,” he muttered and glided his hands over her stomach. Instead of wearing jeans as she had been before, she was in comfortable pajama pants with an elastic waistband that he used to his advantage to gain access to her. He slid his hand down to cup her mound, and then he pushed her panties to the side to dip two fingers into her pussy; he kept his hand steady allowing for the force of the horse’s gallops to move his fingers inside of her depending on Midnight’s pace. “You might want to kick him to speed up if you want to feel really good.”
“I’ll come before we get there,” she warned despite nudging Midnight to move faster for her own selfish reasons. “Your practice looks were…a lot.”
Tim realized that her panties were already soaked, and he was more than a little proud of himself that his eyes alone could bring on that kind of arousal. “Too much?”
“It can’t be like that every night we plan to meet up.”
“Why not?”
“For one, it’ll be obvious, and two, you can’t make me hot in the middle of dinner.”
“I think that sounds like fun. If it makes you feel any better, I promise to lick you clean afterwards as my retribution.”
She tried squeezing her legs together as a rush of slick dropped out of her in reaction to his words, which only made Midnight move faster and therefore so did Tim’s fingers inside of her. She moaned and gripped the reins tighter, but there was not much she could do to dissipate the oncoming wave of bliss. The direct route to the old log house was much quicker than how they had ridden in the afternoon, and yet it still stretched on forever.
He could feel her shaking and used his free hand on her stomach to keep her upright. “Want me to stop?” He asked.
“No, oh,” she whinnied.
Tim tugged on the reins to slow Midnight down as they neared their destination, since she was quite distracted. He curled his fingers roughly inside of her once, twice, and then she cried out at the third time as the horse beneath them slowed to a stop. He stroked her through her orgasm while sucking on her neck until she was somewhat back to herself. “We’re here.”
“Mhm,” she managed to hum and dismounted the horse on shaky legs. She watched him lick his fingers, and she yanked him until he was close enough to kiss him where she could taste herself on the tip of his tongue, then she broke away from him when she remembered something, “Wait, Tim, I…I know we didn’t have a lot of time earlier, but I don’t want us to rush our first night together. Can we try to take it slow?”
“As slow as you want,” he agreed. “Nothing else even has to happen tonight if you don’t want to.” His half hard dick could wait until she was ready.
“No, I definitely want to have sex tonight just slowly.” She hoped to savor their togetherness in a way they were unable to before.
“Okay.” Tim kissed her softly then tapped her butt to get her to take him into the house. Once they crossed the threshold inside, he wound his arms around her and smiled down at her. “Do you want to talk first?”
“I’m not really in the mood to talk tonight,” she replied as her fingers crawled down his back until they slid into the back of his sweatpants, and she cupped his ass. “Did you want to talk?”
“No, but women usually want to.”
“You should know I’m not like most women.”
“That’s why I like you so much.”
She swooned. “I like you a lot, too.”
“All the moving around has made it hard to meet someone I could really like until you.”
“Sounds like you were meant to meet me.”
He pecked the tip of her nose and watched a grin form across her lips. “That actually would sound ridiculous if anyone else said so, but maybe you’re right.”
“I usually am.”
He snickered despite covering her mouth with his tenderly.
She made the first move to undress them when she pulled at the waistband of his pants, and he helped her with their removal along with his boxer briefs.
Tim brought his hips flush with hers to allow her to feel how erect his cock was already from their horseback ride, then he savored ridding her of her shirt, slowly dragging it up her torso with one hand while the other ran along the newly exposed skin. He rocked back from their kiss to take in the sight of her bare chest once more, but his eyes were not alone on feasting on the sight for long; his fingers found themselves outlining her breasts then circling her nipples reverently; moving slowly allowed for him to learn not only how her skin felt but also how she reacted in different ways depending on what he did. Using his hold on her nipples while bringing his lips to hers, he guided her into the bedroom and felt as each tug and rub made her breathing hitch in the most delicious way. She sat down on the bed, pulling away from his touch momentarily, but he did not mind, since he got to see how her eyes had darkened and with only moonlight illuminating them, he could still see a flush that had pinked up her cheeks and spread down to her chest. He lowered himself into her lap, his knees bracketing hers, then he gently tucked some of her hair away from her face. “Is this still okay?”
Lucy grinned. “Of course,” she breathed and her fingers tracked down over his tight white t shirt from his collarbone to his heart, his stomach, his navel, and then his dick. With one hand encircling him at the base, she asked, “Is this okay?”
“Of course,” he parroted her and tried not to roll his eyes back from how her delicate touch brought on such an explosion of sparks, but that was always seemingly guaranteed as everything about her seemed to ignite everything within him. There were sparks as she took his shirt off and lazed over the planes of his back while kissing him slowly but no less demandingly. There were sparks when she laid back and tugged him along with her before resuming gentle, slow strokes of her hand on his cock. There were sparks when he half kissed and half moaned into her mouth as her fingers worked him like they had all the time in the world to reach their climax. There were sparks when she stopped so that they could work together to rid her of her pants. There were sparks when he dragged his knuckles over her core through her panties to feel the wetness he had already brought on. The were sparks when he slowly grabbed at the sides of the soft, cotton material and dragged it down her thighs, her knees, her calves, her ankles, and finally off of her body. There were sparks when he dropped open mouth kisses in a trail back up her leg to her hip. He tilted his head up to find her eyes and asked, “Where do you want me now?”
“Slow. I don’t care what we do as long as we go slow.”
He nodded in understanding and made a trail with his tongue from high on her thigh until he was between her legs moving slowly as she instructed as he laved over her folds and every once in a while allowing the tip of his tongue to dip into her core.
“Tim, Tim,” she whimpered; his snail’s pace was torturous and yet also so good.
He smiled as he found her clit and sucked for only a few seconds to hear her breathing change.“I like going slow,” he sighed into her center before plunging his tongue into her softness. He alternated between licking her core and sucking on her clit while she squirmed under his mouth and tugged on his hair.
She panted and whimpered as her body heated up with lust; he so easily switched between tactics to keep bringing her close then stopping her from orgasming.
To test how much longer he could keep playing with her, Tim added two fingers that he lightly twisted and turned in her pussy.
“Fuck!” She cried out.
Her legs shook on the sides of his head, and he felt her walls twitching against his fingers; she was close, so he sucked harder on her clit and curled his fingers inside of her until he felt her orgasm ripple through her body and how she trembled around him.
Tim kissed his way up from her pussy to her cheek as she moaned in ecstasy. When he reached the shell of her ear, he playfully licked at it and said, “I really like this slow thing,” smugly. He felt her core still squeezing around his fingers, so he started moving them gently to drag out her orgasm for as long as possible.
Lucy was in a daze as her body throbbed in the aftermath of her climax, the pleasure not so easily fading. She slid her hand over his dick that brushed against her thigh with every slight movement. His breath audibly caught as her palm wrapped around him to stroke up and down his length again. She switched their positions and hovered over him at first for a light kiss while she palmed at his balls to swallow up his little shivers, then to meet his gaze and watch how he bit down on his lip. “You like that?” He merely nodded, so she sat back on her ankles to put his cock in both of her hands once more. “How about this?” She turned her hands in opposite directions around his shaft and watched him shut his eyes as a grunted moan escaped his mouth. He got a taste of his own medicine with her switching between pumping his dick and twisting her hands around his length.
His hands went to her thighs to feel the way her muscles clenched in response to her own movements and whatever noises he could not hold back from making. He looked up at her with a desire that went beyond the throes of passion. It felt so eventual that they would go from meeting each other’s eyes across the breakfast table the day he arrived at the ranch to seeing lust color her irises where she sat above him completely naked. Reaching such a point did not feel like an end; a few nights consumed by each other did not seem to be the conclusion after all of his watching and staring and her smiles flashed to him when she caught his eye; instead, it seemed to be the beginning of a new chapter for them. “Luce,” he murmured lowly, “stop.”
She had not expected him to say that, but she released her hold on him and wondered, “Are you okay?”
Tim had not realized he had been holding his breath until it escaped him. “I will be. I need you on me now.” He reached for a condom in the side table just as she had earlier, tore the foil open, and rolled it on himself. He pulled her up his body until she was straddling his hips. When she leaned in to bring her face down to almost touch his, he asked lowly, “Is this too fast?”
“No, I don’t know how much longer I’ll last,” she admitted.
“Already?” He reached down to brush over her folds and felt how wet she had gotten from pleasing him.
She smiled bashfully and giggled when he grinned up at her. Lucy captured his lips through their smiles, taking a moment to savor the simple pleasure of their tongues mingling together, then she took him in hand and studied his face. “If you come first, I won’t mind.”
“I’m a cowboy, which means I’m always a gentleman. Ladies first.”
“Well, I’m a cowgirl,” she noted flirtatiously. She sat up tall on her knees as she guided his tip to her entrance, which made him groan as soon as she began to take his length into her. She held herself steady with her hands on his shoulders and lowered her pussy down until he filled her, living up to the premise of the cowgirl sex position.
Tim smoothed his hands up to grip the sides of her hips with the intention of helping her move up and down on him, but she found a leisurely rhythm on her own. He had worked alongside plenty of cowgirls on ranches but none as majestic as Lucy looked on top of him with a grace to every rise and fall bringing them more and more pleasure. When she leaned forward, her hips still bucking at the same pace, she captured his lips with an impossible softness. He ran his hands up her back and cupped the base of her skull, which made her sigh into his mouth. As if his dick was not already throbbing, she maintained a slow pace for both her grinding against him and their kiss to make it almost impossible not to let go. In a last ditch effort to remain chivalrous, he reached between them to massage her swollen clit bringing on a deep moan than went right to the back of his throat and a slowing of her hips.
“Tim,” she blew out between kisses as his fingers pinched her overly sensitive bud; it was exactly what she needed to go over the edge with his dick filling her and touching every sensitive spot deep inside. “Tim, I’m-” The rest of her sentence turned into a moan as she started flying.
He thrusted up into her to help both of them along until he exploded inside of her, and his hips stuttered as they continued to try rocking through their orgasms.
Lucy collapsed on top of him with a sated smile, still trying to catch her breath even as she kissed every part of him she could reach. She took one of their hands and interlaced their fingers on his chest then pressed her lips to his knuckles. “This is so much better than when you were ignoring me.”
“Ignoring you wasn’t all bad.”
She lifted her head up at that. “Excuse me?”
“I was better at my job. Checking you out was one thing, but now? I’m so screwed.” He knew what she looked and felt like and committed it to his memory to the point that no amount of her clothing could obscure the image of her bare body in his head.
“We can separate this from our work.”
“Maybe if we didn’t work together.”
“Until there’s a new horse to train, I won’t need any backup. That’ll help.”
“I’ll still get fired within a week. Pray your dad doesn’t try to kill me after you talk to him.”
“Actually, I can’t tell him about us yet.”
“No pressure if you aren’t ready to.”
“It’s not that I’m not ready…my dad can only take so much news at once, and Angela has to tell him about the baby first. We’ll need to keep things a secret for a little longer than I thought.”
“That’s okay. I like horseback riding with you out here.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
He pecked the crown of her head. “As long as we can see each other somehow, I’m good.”
“Okay.” She kissed him to seal their deal. “I might bring an extra blanket out here tomorrow night. It’s getting colder.” She shivered slightly and further burrowed into him for body heat.
“Tomorrow night? You decided on that already? What happened to the looks?” He teased.
“You don’t have to decide yet, or you can change your mind. We’ll regroup at dinner.”
“But your mind’s already made up,” he noted.
“I know what I want,” was all she needed to say with a smirk, then she brushed her lips over the underside of his jaw. “Good night,” Lucy whispered and resettled to fall asleep rather easily considering how spent she was.
He stayed awake as long as he could before falling asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around her warm body. She felt like she was the missing piece of his life that he had lost when he had to abandon his family’s ranch; it had been his only home in years, and he thought he would never find a place to call his own again, but then he met Lucy, and everything had changed. Tim nodded off with her in his arms, and nothing could have been more perfect.
𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃
Lucy woke up well before the sun as usual, but what was unusual was how she was naked and wrapped up with Tim’s equally naked body. Wanting to greet the day with him in what she believed to be the right way, she tried rubbing his arm to wake him, but he only grunted. She slipped out of their embrace then slid down his body until she could put his tip between her lips and sucked hard.
His eyes opened immediately. “Lucy?” He asked, his voice dry.
“Morning,” she said happily, her voice muffled by his cock; she sucked him harder and took in more of him.
As he outstretched his hands to hold onto her head, he tried not to writhe into her mouth. When she licked the underside of his dick, he shuddered and worried he would come any second, then suddenly she stopped.
“Midnight,” she said, alarmed by the sound of his whinny. Lucy sat up on the bed and turned around to look out the bedroom window to check on the horse tied outside who seemed to have made a noise because he woke up and was completely fine.
Tim did not at all like the interruption, but he used it as a chance to put on a condom and move down the bed until he was standing on his knees directly behind her. He snaked his arms around her midsection. Between light kisses, he asked, “Is Midnight okay?”
“He’s fine,” she said and sighed when he started massaging one of her breasts.
“Can we go back to why you woke me up?” He wondered, and his other hand mapped the path he was learning from the base of her neck down to her center, feeling more than hearing her quietly purr as he pet her folds then dipped digits inside. Two of his fingers opened and closed like scissors inside of her as he sank his teeth into her shoulder.
“You had to…oh…wake up anyways.” Trying to maintain a conversation with his hands working her breast and pussy perfectly was difficult, but she tried.
“Not this early,” he wanted to whine and sound like he was complaining, but he was enjoying himself too much to pretend. The sky was still completely dark and showed no signs of lightening as was his usual time to wake up, but he had her naked back pressed to his bare front, and that was far better than sleeping.
“Lay back, and I’ll make it worth your while.” He clenched her boob a little tighter, and she made a noise.
“I’ve got a better idea.” He sat on his heels and took his fingers out of her to direct her backwards with a hold on her thighs. He spread her legs and pushed his cock into her, then he pulled her onto his lap with her straddling him while still facing forward. Even though he could not see her expression, he could see how the muscles in her back tightened then eased once Lucy was aware of what position he wanted to spend their morning in. Tim controlled how she sank down to take him in slowly as she got seated on him, and he got seated inside of her. He swept all of her hair over one of her shoulders to have unobstructed access to the other. “Tonight,” he mumbled into her skin, “we can’t have sex when we come out here.”
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she said and grounded her hips against him, her smooth butt rubbing against his hairy, muscular thighs in a way that made her think he should be behind her more often.
“Believe me, I want to, but we’re out of condoms, and I can’t make it into town today. There are other things I can do to make you feel good, though.”
She tried not to laugh at the coincidence. “I’m actually going into town today to pick up a few things for my mom, and condoms were already on my list.”
“Get three of the biggest boxes they have.” She used her knees to sit up and then fall back down his length, and he amended to, “Make that six boxes.”
Lucy snickered, hindering her movements, but thankfully he guided her hips up and down on him with ease until the smile on her lips turned into an “O” of ecstasy.
Once she proved she could lift up and down on him with ease, he brushed one hand over her clit lightly and the other just as gently over her nipple. Her head fell back, and he knew she was about as close to the edge as he was. Though he tried, he failed to hold back any longer just as her walls fluttered, and it seemed they came at the same time in a perfectly in sync way that made Tim grin into her shoulder. He held her back from getting off of him to keep her in his arms for another few seconds even when his vision stopped blurring and his heart resumed a natural rhythm.
“We need to go,” she said despite how her muscles relaxed in his embrace.
“You’ll have to get off of me.”
Lucy smiled. “You’ll have to let go of me first.”
“Temporarily,” he surrendered and withdrew his hands from her. He groaned when she fell out of him with their juices. “Can you bring fresh sheets over tonight?”
“We’ve got a few sets in the closet, and there’s a little old washing machine in here, so we’re covered.” She got up from the bed and tip toed into the bathroom.
He went along with her to wipe himself off as well. “I could get used to spending time here. It’s got everything I need.”
“The coffeemaker in the kitchen is older than I am, and there’s no food in the fridge.”
He gathered her in his arms, stilling her hand with the washcloth over her mound, and offered, “I’ll buy a new coffeemaker if you want, but I’m good with the house as is.” The house that had unfettered access to her on a comfortable, warm bed felt like home to him.
It was impossible for Lucy to not visibly melt at his words. “I don’t really need a coffeemaker, I guess,” she whispered. For a moment, they exchanged a look apart from the ones during dinner the night before; it was open and soft, and she loved to see that flash across his eyes more than anything else if the buzz down her spine was any indication. He let her go back to washing their wetness off of her and redressing into her pajamas. Once her pants were back on, she shook out her legs. “It might hurt to ride today,” she commented as she felt an ache between her legs.
“There are plenty of positions we can try with you on your back instead of riding me,” he thought aloud slyly and pulled his shirt down over his head.
“You know I meant horses, and I didn’t know you wanted to do all the work,” she shot back smartly.
“I prefer doing honest work in a bed with you anyways.”
“That’s a terrible joke,” she said and giggled despite herself.
He chuckled into a slow, deep kiss, then locked his eyes on hers as he mumbled against her lips, “I’m not joking.”
It was one thing to realize he was certainly very attracted to her, but his vulnerable expression gave away deeper feelings than lust, and she hoped her face mirrored those emotions, since she was developing similar sentiments. Her heart threatened to explode. Lucy was practically floating for their ride over to drop him off at his bunkhouse then the stables to park Midnight, and finally for her short jaunt to the main house. The feeling kept her chest warm during breakfast where she managed to keep watching Tim out of the corner of her eye and for the drive into town where she shopped for her mom’s groceries and six large boxes of condoms as he requested. She was certain she would feel that joy radiate through her all day until she returned home to find Wes and Angela walking into the main house with somber looks on their faces, and Lucy’s stomach clenched.
Angela, ever exuding confidence regardless of how she panicked internally, strutted into the house with Wes on her heels. “Dad,” she called to him where he sat in his study looking over their finances. “I was going to wait until after dinner, but now is as good a time as any. I need to talk to you.”
“We,” Wes chirped quietly, visibly terrified.
“Right. We,” Angela corrected herself and took her boyfriend’s hand. She puffed out her chest to speak confidently to her father, “Wes and I are in love, and I know you hate literally every boyfriend I bring home, but you can’t hate him, or threaten him, or try to break us up, because we’re having a baby, so you need to accept our relationship.”
The onslaught of news stunned Grey momentarily, then he rose to his feet and narrowed his eyes at the man that had captured his daughter’s heart. “Wesley,” he said his name through gritted teeth. “You’ve worked here for years. I’ve treated you like family, and you broke the biggest rule I have.”
“S-sorry, I meant no disrespect. I love your daughter,” Wes tried to explain.
Grey smiled wryly, and his eyes flickered over to the old gun hanging on the wall.
Angela moved to stand in front of her boyfriend protectively. “Dad,” she pled.
“There’s only one thing that can be done now,” Grey said, to which he saw Wes shut his eyes as if expecting to be shot any second, so he continued, “You two have to get married. I’m a traditional man, you see.”
“Married? Really?” Wes asked, relief and wonder equally coloring his voice. “You’ll let me marry your daughter?”
“Woah, married? Wes and I haven’t talked about that,” Angela butted in.
“Only because I was pretty sure your dad would kill me if I asked for his blessing. I had my mom ship my grandma’s ring over ages ago in case I ever got the nerve to ask.”
“You would’ve proposed if you weren’t terrified of my dad?” She asked, visibly touched.
“Definitely.”
She flung her arms around him and smiled as she said, “Then, yes, I’ll marry you.”
Grey crossed his arms, still not totally pleased about his daughter’s choice in men, but the way Angela softened around Wes was sweet enough to warm him up to the idea. He saw his wife and Lucy standing right outside hugging each other in celebration, too, and it seemed the women in his life were all aware of the news before he was told anything.
Luna looked over Lucy’s shoulder to give her husband an encouraging nod for handling the situation as well as could be expected.
“Then it’s settled. We can call the priest and get you two married as soon as possible,” Grey decided.
“She needs time to find a dress, and they’ll need to buy rings, and maybe order some nice flowers,” Luna reasoned.
“I’d like if they got married before they had the baby,” he conceded. “I don’t know how we’ll make room for a baby around here, but that’s the next order of business.”
“My little multipurpose project isn’t so multipurpose,” Luna admitted.
“You’re building them a house,” Grey realized.
“We’re going to keep the contractors plenty busy. I figured once we get Angela and Wes their home, we build one for Lucy. She’ll need one for her own family at some point.”
“I like your old house on the east side of the property,” Lucy piped up.
Luna smiled knowingly. “Then we can have the contractors build an addition and update the place when you’re ready.”
“There’s no need for additions or updating for a while.”
“It’s not as far off as you might think,” Luna surmised; her daughter’s brightness could not go unnoticed, and it was far too obvious Lucy was falling in love rather quickly.
Grey frowned. “I don’t want to think about both of my girls moving out of the nest just yet.”
“Oh, Wade,” Luna tutted. “Our girls are grown women now. They’ll leave the nest eventually even if you try to shoo away any man that gets close to them.”
He was unhappy to hear that, but he knew she was right, so he said no more and only shook his head to express his disapproval.
Angela went to his side and kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Dad. I’m glad you didn’t kill the father of my child.”
“There’s still time if he ever puts a toe out line,” Grey threatened.
Wes gulped and nodded. “U-understood.”
“Let’s focus on the positives- we’ve got a baby to prepare for and a wedding to plan,” Luna said enthusiastically to diffuse the tension and shift the focus to the most important goals that she knew would consume the family for a few months.
𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃
Lucy spent most of her lunch breaks discussing the wedding and the baby with Angela, but she held special times of her day for Tim- breakfast was about furtive glances to communicate that they were still thinking about their nights and early mornings together, and dinners were hurriedly eaten in anticipation for exchanging nods to meet up later and start the cycle all over again. They rarely spent a night apart even if it was just to talk and to sleep side by side, yet they also managed to get through the six boxes of condoms she had purchased and another large one by the time there was a break in their routine for Angela’s wedding.
Tim woke up to the sound of rustling and barely opened one eye to see Lucy pad out of the bedroom. He sprang out of bed and went to find her in the kitchenette. “Were you planning on leaving without saying goodbye?”
“I was just making some coffee, and then I was gonna go back to kiss you goodbye.”
He watched her expertly push buttons on the machine as he walked up behind her and banded his arms around her chest. “I don’t know how you get this thing to work.”
“You didn’t have to buy me such a fancy coffeemaker.”
“I wanted to,” was his justification for the overly expensive and lavish purchase. “I’ll ride back with you.”
“You can stay and sleep for a little longer. We rode separate horses here last night for a reason.”
“I can change my mind, besides, it’s not the same without you here.”
“Because of all of the wedding commotion, I won’t really get a chance to see you today until after the ceremony.”
“Save me a dance.”
“I wish, but I don’t want my dad to see us.”
“Maybe it’s time we tell him, and if I get fired, I get fired.”
She spun around in his embrace, surprised by his casual tone of voice. “You can’t mean that.”
“I do.”
His face showed no sign of anything other than certainty. “I guess we’re telling him today. I did think maybe at a wedding he might be happy enough not to try to kill you, so I was planning on talking to him anyways.”
“I’d like to be part of the discussion if you don’t mind. I’m the one not following orders. I have to own up to that.”
She kissed him appreciatively. “It means a lot to me how much you care about us,” she murmured.
“You mean a lot to me.”
Lucy wanted to forget about the wedding and haul him back into bed, but she refrained and instead took her travel mug away from the machine and dragged her feet towards the door. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to suck on his bottom lip for a few seconds as a last farewell. “Bye, babe,” she said, and then she sadly had to leave him to help Angela get ready for her wedding. Ironically, the old rundown barn where Angela and Wes used to sneak away to hook up in had been transformed for the wedding. Luna had worked tirelessly to hang string lights, assemble chairs and tables, and set out as many flowers as she could buy from the shop in town. The space looked completely different and so so beautiful, as did Angela whose baby bump was quite pronounced by her wedding day. What really drew Lucy’s attention was how happy her sister was; she smiled as they styled her hair, donned her flowing white gown, was handed her bouquet, walked down the aisle, and was pronounced husband and wife with Wes. She was thrilled to see Angela start a new chapter of her life, and what made it even more special was that the person that was part of the new chapter of her own life was there, too. Lucy sidled up next to Tim to grab a can of beer from a cooler and slyly tapped on the inside of his wrist. “Hey,” she whispered.
“Hi,” he tried to act casually, but he could not stop his eyes from constantly roving over her body in her long, stunning, green dress. “You look amazing.”
She felt her cheeks pink up. “Stop checking me out.”
“Believe me, I’m trying not to, but wow.”
“Want me to keep it on when I meet you at the stables tonight?” Sneaking out every night had become a recent foregone conclusion.
“You know what I’ll say,” he said darkly and quietly as his eyes blackened, “I don’t care what you’re wearing. I’ll be taking it off of you soon.”
She bit down on her lip to keep from making a happy noise.
He checked their surroundings and decided to take the risk to run his hand down her side. “Tell your dad about us, and I’ll make you feel so good later. He seems to be in a really good mood, so now is a good time.”
“You’ve been begging me to talk to my dad for the last two weeks. Are you looking forward to getting fired?”
Tim finally opened his bottle of beer and took a long sip as he contemplated how to express himself, and he landed on the simple truth, “You’re the best part of my life now. For the first time in my life, it’s not the land or some job. It’s you, so I don’t care what happens to me. I just think we shouldn’t have to sneak around anymore.”
She tugged him by the hand out of the barn to kiss him fiercely. “Tim Bradford,” she whispered his name with adoration dripping in her voice, “You’re the best part of my life now, too.”
“I beat out the horses?”
“And my family, and this place. Yes.”
“I did not expect that.”
“You underestimate your charm.”
“It’s because of the fancy coffeemaker, right? Worth every cent.”
“No,” she scoffed. “It’s because of you, you idiot.” She shot up onto her tip toes and captured his lips, then she pulled back, lowering her feet onto the ground, and looked up at him. “I’ll go talk to my dad right now. Wait for my signal to join the conversation.” He nodded in understanding, so she returned to the barn and made a beeline for her father. “Dad? Can I talk to you?”
“Is everything alright?” Grey asked with a furrowed brow.
“Well…,” she needed a few more seconds of courage, so she bided her time by requesting, “I know the contractors just finished with Wes and Angela’s house. Any chance they could stay on to expand the stables to start offering equine therapy here?”
“Equine therapy? I thought you gave up on that dream.”
“I can want things. I forgot that for a while, but not anymore.”
He grinned widely. “I’ve noticed how much happier you’ve been lately. I’m really glad to see it.”
Cautiously, her eyes darted over to Tim. “Actually, Dad, a really big part of the reason why I’m so happy is…” Just as he had been ready to swoop in as her backup in case Midnight became uncontrollable, Tim went to her side, and she smiled sensing his presence even before she felt his hand on the small of her back. “Tim makes me happy, and I know you didn’t initially approve, but I really hope you can come around to liking him like you did with Wes.”
“I’m still not so sure about that one,” Grey replied apprehensively.
“Sir, if I may,” Tim chimed in.
“Bradford,” Grey seethed, “Did I ask you to stay away from my daughter?”
“Yes, sir,” he replied and tried not to smile at how Lucy moved closer to him instead of springing away.
“Did you listen?”
“No, sir.” He was prepared for the eventuality where he would be fired, but Lucy placed a hand over his racing heart, and he had no qualms about the outcome of his employment if she continued to be with him regardless of her father’s objections.
“I told you if you didn’t stay away from her, I would fire you.”
“Very well, sir.” He jutted out his jaw preparing for the final blow to be administered.
“Guess you don’t like this job.”
“No, I love this job, sir, but I love your daughter more.”
She jumped a little. That was the first time either had used that particular word no matter how they skated around it and used their bodies to express the sentiment. “You love me?”
“Yeah, I love you.” Tim said, and she pulled him down into a warm hug.
“I love you, too,” she replied as she squeezed him tighter.
Grey watched as Tim smiled, but more importantly, that Lucy was radiating more light than the sun. He saw Luna come into view and give him a nod to encourage him to give his approval, so he huffed and met Tim’s eyes sternly. “If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.”
“I would deserve it if I ever hurt her, sir,” Tim agreed, not backing down. “We both want what’s best for Lucy and to make her happy. I hope that I can be that kind of man.”
“You HOPE?”
Her father’s concern pulled Lucy out of her embrace with Tim, ready to shield her boyfriend from her Dad.
“I’ll try my hardest every single day,” Tim assured and rested a hand on Lucy’s waist to calm her. “That’s all a man can do is try. Promising you any different wouldn’t be right.”
Pleased, Grey said, “That’s the best answer, son. I hope you stick around and become a part of our family someday.” He said walked away to allow the couple a moment alone.
Lucy thought she might faint. Her dad, after saying she was off limits, finally APPROVED of someone? Someone she loved. Someone that loved her. She squealed with glee and kissed Tim enthusiastically.
“I didn’t get fired,” he noted.
“You didn’t get fired. My dad actually seems to like you.”
“He better. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I think we should go somewhere.” She arched her eyebrow suggestively.
He could easily read her mind. “During your sister’s wedding?”
“No one will notice if we go home for a few minutes and come back.”
“Home, huh?” Her choice of words curled his lips.
“It feels like it’s our home. We’re there every night, and it’s got the best coffeemaker in the world.”
“Plus, plenty of sheets, and a shower we now know we can fit in together. Sounds like home to me.”
She pulled him close and seriously said, “Let’s go home.” They rode quickly and walked through the door, greeted by the familiar creak of the floorboards.
Tim took her by the hand and spun her around. “I really, really like that dress on you.”
“Would you like it better on the floor?”
He shook his head and took her into what had become their bedroom. After pulling his pants down and sitting on the edge of the mattress, he beckoned for her to join him.
The long dress had a lot of material, but she still sat down in his lap, her legs on either side of his.
It took a little rearranging, but he scooted up the bed and allowed the skirt of the gown to fan out into a pool of green around them like she was some sort of majestic dream-like being. He smoothed his hands up and down the front of her gown over her breasts and her stomach to feel the second most luxurious texture in the world aside from her skin and said, “You’re so beautiful.”
She knew she was blushing furiously. “I’ll wear this dress for you whenever you want.”
“You’re beautiful in everything,” he assured her and crashed his lips against hers, tasting the majesty that was Lucy. He claimed her mouth, unwilling to so much as take a single breath that was not filled with her somehow, as he fumbled around for the side table drawer to find a condom and wore it.
There were times when his desire overtook them, and she quite liked how desperate he would get to have her any way he could. She had her moments as well where she clamored for him, but Tim’s eager grasp was distinct, hungry, and the right kind of frenzied that turned her on even faster than usual.
He tore her thong as he tried to push it to the side and attempted to groan out an apology, but she only hummed and kissed him harder. When he lined his cock up with her entrance, he pulled his face away from hers for one last check that she was still okay with proceeding. Lucy nodded for only a fraction of a second before he went back to making out with her and entered her swiftly by briskly dropping her down onto his shaft.
She had to wrench her mouth away to suck in a breath; he winded her with the force of his cock filling her up so much. Tim blinked through his dazed eyes and seemed to be about to form some sort of apology, so she shook her head. “No, God, you didn’t hurt me. You feel so good.” She dug her fingers into his shoulders and tried lifting herself up on him but only made it so far.
“You can go slow,” he said through his eyelashes as he looked up at her. “You know how much we like that.”
She nodded and made a happy noise; moving slowly with him was always the most blissful, so just as they had countless times before, they took their time reveling in their closeness and experiencing their deep kisses giving way to lightly tangling their tongues together between labored breaths, and finally panted moans into each other’s mouths as each collision reminded her of exactly why they were meant for each other.
As she rocked against him, he saw how the skirt of her dress moved like waves like a green ocean was about to rise up and pull him under, and he wanted it to. Tim would have gone anywhere and done anything to be with her. She opened her mouth between heavy exhales, and he thought she was about to tell him she was close as if he could not feel her walls fluttering around him.
“Oh, I love you,” she sighed as she hurtled towards her climax, causing all rational thought to escape her and only her deepest truths left behind. Lucy took one of his hands in hers and messily threaded their fingers together on the bed next to them as a sort of anchor for when her bliss threatened to carry her through the air away from him.
“I love you, too,” he groaned, his shock forgotten as his cock bursted inside of her while his heart swelled. He would need time to get used to exchanging those particular words with her, he thought, but one squeeze of their joined hands keeping them together as they came undone and one look into her eyes with blown pupils as she started coming, and he knew she told him all the time when she reached for him in sleep, and never forgot to give him a kiss goodbye, and laughed at his bad jokes, and told him about her dreams, and listened to his, and how they made a home together with only two wild hearts, an undeniable connection to each other that went far beyond knocking boots…but that part of their relationship was pretty great, too.
𐂃 ℧ 𐂃 ℧ THE END ℧ 𐂃 ℧ 𐂃