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“You recover quick,” she commented as he kissed her deeply and ground his hardness along the slick folds between her legs.
“Only for you sweetheart,” he growled as he took her in one long delicious slide. “Tell me how you want it.”
“Fast and dirty.” She panted as he drew out and thrust back in. “I want you to fuck me hard.”
Her permission and dirty request were all he needed. He pounded into her with long deep strokes, making her buck off the floorboards in pleasure. The sound of their sweaty hot skin connecting and guttural cries echoing in the loft. Driven insane with their pleasure they came tumbling together into ecstasy.
Afterwards they lay there, hot and sticky with sweat in the pile of hay, basking in their post sex haze. “Well, that was hot!” she suddenly exclaimed, turning to him. “A literal roll in the hay!”
Ben laughed huskily and kissed her affectionately. “I don't even want to think about all the places I have hay right now!” he commented, giving her an amused sideways smile.
“A not so sexy side effect of amorous farm activities.” she deadpanned.
Ben let out a huge deep laugh, pulling her into him, the sounds of their laughter echoing through the entire barn.
CHAPTER 12
Waking from a vivid dream, Ever took a moment to take in her surroundings. She was in her bed, Ben snoring steadily beside her, his large body a wall of warmth. Sitting up, she swung her legs out of the bed and padded to the bathroom. Taking in her reflection in the mirror, she splashed water on her face and wiped her eyes. Her dream felt so real, it was hard to shake. Flashing back to the reverie of her dream she saw her mother’s silhouette in the middle of a wheat field. The sun just peeking over the horizon. She looked angelic, glowing, her silhouette a vision as Ever walked slowly towards her. When she reached her mother, she smiled and took Ever’s hands in hers. Her hazel eyes were bright with knowing she said. “You already have all that you need.” Then turned and glided away through the field, disappearing into the horizon.
Ever shook her head, trying to break out of her trance. She’d had similar dreams to this in the past. Every time in a wheat field, someone stands off in the distance. The feeling of familiarity, strong but no face visible. This dream had been part of her existence for as long as she could remember. It reoccurred mostly in the summer, and she was always perplexed by what it meant. She now understood. Her mother was visiting her, letting her know she was with her.
In this dream however, she spoke, giving her a message. She could not shake her words "You already have all that you need.” What did that mean? Rubbing her hands over her face, she made her way back down the hallway, glancing to her left at the large window framing the upstairs overhang that looked down on the front yard. The sun was rising, and flecks of gold flickered over the wheatfield, making them look like spun gold.
“You already have everything you need”, her mother’s voice echoed in her head.
Entranced, Ever made her way down the stairs and out the front door, taking in the beginnings of a beautiful prairie sunrise. Quickly going back inside, she grabbed her canvas and positioned it on the porch, giving her the best view of the emerging sky, then rushed back into the house to grab paints, a palette, and brushes. Once her palette was prepared, she looked to the sky, picked up the brush with shaking hands and started to paint.
* * *
Ben woke with a startle, his hand automatically feeling the empty space next to him. The sweet smell of Ever lingered on her pillow. He inhaled deeply. Sitting up, he wiped the sleep from his eyes and looked at the bedside clock. 5:30 a.m.
“Ever?” he called out. No answer. That’s not like her to be up so early. Getting out of bed, he pulled on a pair of jeans and made his way down the staircase, glancing in the living room, only to spot her on the front porch through the picture window. Quietly making his way out onto the porch, he saw she had her easel set up, was holding a paintbrush, and looking towards the sky. Taking a seat on the bench, he looked out at the magnificent sunrise unfolding before him. The sky was clear, not a cloud to be seen and glimmers of gold kissed the horizon, making the wheat of the neighbour’s field sparkle like glitter. As the sun rose, the layer of gold reflected on the blue sky made the sky look like something out of a dream.
“It’s beautiful.” he mused, looking at Ever.
She smiled in agreement, her eyes transfixed on her canvas and the prairie sky. Her brush moved in steady strokes across the canvas, capturing the scene in front of them. They stayed there together for a while, in silence. The only sound was her brush strokes and a light breeze swaying the golden wheat in the field. It was peaceful. A morning that made you feel closer to God.
He looked to Ever feeling overwhelmed by his feelings for her as she painted, barefoot, only covered by a thin blue chemise nightgown, her body silhouetted by the emerging light. Her flawless skin glowed and her wild from sleep reddish-brown hair shimmered like a halo around her head. As he watched her, completely enraptured by her beauty and overcome with emotions, he realised he had never seen anyone more beautiful, and he had never loved anyone more.
* * *
After the morning on the porch, it was like a dam had broken. Inspiration flowing like a stream through her days. Ever painted canvas after canvas. Beautiful, surreal images captured around the farm. Images of the sky, flowers, the fields, the barn, and animals. Even images of Ben. One morning, as he stood at the corner of the front porch, coffee in hand, gazing out over the front lawn. The striking line of his body begged to be painted, so he indulged her as she captured the moment. “The Protector” she called the painting. It seemed to fit.
She was falling deeper in love with Ben every day and knowing that their days together were numbered was a reality she knew she could no longer ignore. What if I move back to Prairie Sky? she asked herself. Would I be giving up on my dreams? These questions weighed heavily on her, as did the future of the farm. The more she thought about Prairie Sky Acres, the answer as to its fate became crystal clear.
* * *
“Nice to see you again, Ever!” Mr. Estes greeted her. “I assume since you are here, you have made a decision on the farm.”
“I have.”
Mr. Estes, her father’s long-time friend and lawyer, gestured for her to take a seat. Taking a seat across from him she put her hands in her lap and looked up to him. “I have decided not to sell.”
“Oh!” he exclaimed in surprise. “What would you like to do, then?”
“If it is possible, I would like to give the farm to Ben Hastings. Ben has been a part of the farm for seven years and I know he loved and respected my father.” She explained. “Prairie Sky Acres is just as much a part of me as it is a part of him.”
“So, you will be returning to Toronto?” he inquired, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
