Fancy preened, “Really? Because when I wasn’t on stage, I was posted up in a hotel gym on the Stairmaster.”
“Them steps did a body good.”
“You look the same. But it’s hard to improve on greatness.”
The softness of her skin turned my heart into a wreck. “Is this real? Or are you just another one of my dreams?”
She leaned in close, kissing my neck. “Does this feel real?” Trailing her tongue up toward my ear, she gave it a nibble. “What about this?” Her lips dusted mine and she examined my crotch. “Your dick is practically busting through your jeans. I don’t know but that feels very real.”
“I’m gonna need more evidence than that. Like me inside of you.”
“Yes, immediately yes.”
I chased her into the house and up the stairs. The bags could wait. We needed to formally reintroduce ourselves. And for much of the afternoon we fucked one another dizzy. Being able to duck my head in between her perky breast and just breathe her in was damn near life affirming. Every thought, desire, and wish had Francesca at the center of it.
When we finally came up for air. Fancy smiled wide. “You changed the sign?”
“I did.” Instead of saying Castle Farm. The sign to the entrance of my property now read Welcome to Whiskey Wild Farm. “I hope you’re okay with me using the name? I don’t want any static from your legal team.”
“I love it. It’s perfect and thoughtful.” Fancy massaged the nape of my neck.
We hadn’t stopped touching each other since her boots hit the dirt. I scooped her face in my hand and placed strategickisses along her collarbone. “That’s not the only changes I’ve made, but I can give you a tour tomorrow.”
“Did you miss me? ” she asked with uncertainty. The effect of being apart for three months.
“I damn near put you through this mattress, that’s how much I missed you.”
“You know what I need?”
I let out a goofy laugh. “I know what you need.” My dick expanding, ready for round three.
“I was going to say food.”
“Oh wow, embarrassing.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not turning down the dick, never that.”
By the time we made it out of the bedroom, the sun was hiding behind a thicket of trees. Hunger pangs were more persistent than my libido. In the kitchen I created two large salads with steak I’d grilled earlier while waiting for her return. This is what I’d missed, Fancy in nothing but a tank top and panties navigating the kitchen while occasionally caressing my chest or kissing my back. The thought of just this simple act sustained me over the past few months.
We sat on the porch and enjoyed our meal. Fancy hummed softly in between bites. Her feet propped up in my lap. I wasn’t the guy who won the girl, but here I was with the woman of my dreams. A smile the size of Texas overtook my features, crinkling the corners of my eyes and pinching my cheeks.
“What?”
“I just love you. And it’s dawning on me I am the luckiest man in all of Hume.”
“Just Hume?”
“I can’t say the entire world because there’s a man out there married to Kelly Rowland.”
“Yeah, I didn’t miss your obsession with Kelly.” We both shared a laugh.
Love is all about two people feeling the same thing at the same time. A rush of satisfaction washed over me. If there was more to be had in this world, I’d pass. All I needed was Fancy, this farm, and the life we’d make together.
“Are you happy, Fancy Palmer?” I had zero regrets and hoped she felt the same.
“I’m with you so happiness is guaranteed.”
And that was music to my ears.
