“About time you got here.” I open the door the next morning, wearing nothing but a pair of athletic shorts, chest slick with sweat, and watch as her eyes devour me whole. Last night was outta this world amazing, and while it whetted my appetite, it didn’t keep me from wanting more. Which is why when I woke up with an aching dick, I knew using my hand again wouldn’t dull the ache. Instead, I grabbed my phone, sent Indy a message, and hit the gym I have set up under the pole barn.
In all reality, it probably wouldn’t hurt to put some walls up, run an air conditioner, and make it so it’s not so visible when people come up to the house. Luckily, I’ve got great neighbors, we don’t have a ball-busting homeowners association, and all of our lots are set on an acre or more, making it so nobody can see what you’re doing so long as you don’t cut down trees. Needless to say, none of us do that, and when it comes to trimming it back, we don’t butcher the damn things to look like a lean piece of broccoli.
“It looks like you’ve been busy.” My hand cups the back of her neck, and I pull her into the house while dipping my knees just as her hands go to my chest. The warmth from her palms hits me right in the dick.
“Not busy enough.” My mouth meets hers, tongue slipping out to glide along her upper lip, gaining entrance, and I’ve barely got enough since to take this inside. I shut the door, her hands slide up, mine slide down, grasping her waist, and I pick her up. Indy gets with the program, wrapping her legs around me as I swallow her moans, liking this greeting a whole hell of a lot. My hand cups her ass. I dig the getup she has on today: soft linen shorts that leave nothing to my imagination as the tips of my fingers dig in. Indy is either going commando or she’s wearing a thong. Either way, I’m looking forward to seeing her naked and in the flesh.
“Now, that’s a good morning a woman can get used to,” she says breathlessly. Doesn’t mean I’m letting her down just yet. I like her right where she’s at, at my mercy and unable to wiggle her way down. My thighs have hers spread, and I’ve got one hand on her ass, the other holding the nape of her neck.
“Anytime, any fucking day, cherry.” I nip at her lips one last time before pulling back to look in her eyes. Desire is written all over her—swollen lips, glassy eyes, and a smile that tells it all.
“I’ll hold you to that.” Her nails dig into the skin on my shoulders. The small amount of pain she delivers while being pressed against my dick is more than worth it.
“Always givin’ me hell. Ready to eat and figure out this contract so I can get to work?” I nip at her lips one last time, tasting her, the mint and all that beauty that’s Indy.
“Then I guess you better feed me.” There’s a slight inuendo beneath her words, one I’ll make good on once we iron a few details out. While she was sleeping early this morning, I’ve been up thinking about a few things. How we can make it work. Pretty sure Indy staying in Whispering Oaks is out of the question, which had me thinking about what I can do to move heaven and fucking earth to load every damn thing up and make the long haul to Seattle.
“Oh, I plan on it.” I slide her down the length of my body, allowing her to feel exactly what she does to me. I’d love nothing more than rip my shorts off, divest her of her pretty clothes, and bare her to my eyes. Fuck, been dreaming about it, and almost gave in last night. Didn’t think asking her to switch to a video call mid-orgasm would go over well. And the last thing I wanted was to lose her voice, take her out of the moment, and not be able to come right along with her.
“I’m looking forward to it.” We walk further into the house, where I’ve got a spread on the counter.
“As am I.”
“Ah, Toren. How many people are you expecting to eat breakfast with us?” She looks at the spread and back to me.
“Might have gone overboard. Been up for a bit. Also didn’t know what you liked to eat. Most of this stuff I can put away and save for later.” The biscuits and gravy, waffles, bacon, and fruit are always good for leftovers. The eggs, on the other hand, I’ll just dump over the neighbor’s fence to feed her animals.
“You think?” she teases yet heads right to where I’ve got two plates set out along with silverware.
“Whatcha want to drink? Coffee, orange juice, water?” I ask while she makes a heaping plate of waffles, bacon, and fruit. Duly noted that she stayed away from the more Southern style of food.
“Coffee and water, please. What can I put on your plate?”
“I’ll get it. You sit down and settle in.” Once she’s at the kitchen table, I drop off her drinks, do the same for myself, and then make a heaping pile of biscuits, a shit ton of gravy, and top it with scrambled eggs.
“I talked to Miranda last night, before, you know.” She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, looking up at me with a slight blush coating her cheeks.
“And what’d she have to say?” I take my place next to Indy, my hand itching to touch her, but with her eating, I’m not going to be greedy when she’ll need her energy for later.
“She’s good with everything but wants the contract signed today and for me to be back in Seattle by the end of the week. So, I think we need to nail down a date and figure out how we’re going to make this work,” she says around a swallow of her coffee.
“Already got some of that figured out. I’ll need you to do some leg work today. I’ve got a goal to get this commissioned piece done today while you find a place where I can work at. Indoor studio, lots of windows, with a kitchen, bathroom, and living area attached would be preferred.” I take a bite, waiting for her response, and believe me, it’s gonna be a minute before she gets her wits about her. The only thing I’ll have to iron out with Jett is to see if she can push back a few things and book it to Seattle with her heavy schedule.
“Um, I think I missed a beat here somewhere. You’re going to work in Seattle?” She abandoned her food, opting to hold on to her cup of coffee.
“Yeah, my stipulation meant I get you. I can work anywhere, but your job is in Seattle. While mine won’t be easy to move, so long as you find what I’m asking for, it’ll just mean a long journey in the form of a car ride.” I figure I’ll trailer my gear; I’ve got a closed-in trailer, and while staying in a hotel will be out of the question with a rig attached, it’ll be more comfortable than a box truck.
“Wow. You weren’t messing around, were you?”
“Not at fuckin’ all. You gotta be back in a few days, and while I’d love nothing more than you riding shotgun next to me in the truck, I also know it’s gonna make for a long-as-hell haul. I’ll head out once everything is squared away. You can fly out and meet me at the studio once I make it into the city.” I’d beentempted to persuade her to ride with me, then thought better of it. Showers at a truck stop or not at all, the food is shit, and the sleep will nearly be impossible.
“And is there room in your truck? I might be able to persuade Miranda to give me a couple of extra days, and we can make one heck of a trip along the way.” I chew the idea around in my head, thinking about what that will mean for both of us. Maybe I can find a house to rent a night at a time, one that’s big enough to have a garage to store the trailer, and I can have Indy wrapped around me every night. “I’d of course pay my own way.”
“Cherry, you’re not paying. You’re with me, I’ve got you, always. Now, we gonna eat, you do the leg work while I do what I need to do, maybe have you talk to Jett to help me out on what she’ll need, and then I’ll sign your contract?” Her coffee cup clatters on the hard oak table top, she’s out of her chair, and I’ve got just enough time to push my own back and brace for her impact.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I seal the deal with a kiss. Breakfast can wait. Having Indy straddling my lap, her hot-as-fuck body on top of mine, is the best damn meal a man can have.
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