In my mind, her naked belly and breasts begin to swell underneath me, little by little, and her eyes fly to mine in amazement before we both watch her body grow. She moans, cradling her heavy tits in her hands and pinching the rosy tips, forcing a light trickle of milk from them.“Look what you’ve done to me, Connor. You’re going—”
A cold nose nudges my balls as my dog lays his snout on my thigh, interrupting my vision of Rosanna. “Toto!” I growl with a flinch. Damn it, I was almost there. I scoot him over and close my eyes again, building up the momentum to where it was before. Ahhh...yes, there it is. I’m on my knees, straddling her legs and roughly jerking my cock. Precum drips onto her sweet pussy while she writhes underneath me, belly and breasts round and swollen. Yeah...
“Look at me, Connor. You did this to me,”she moans in a sultry voice, thick lashes hiding her gray, lust-filled orbs.
Painfully short on stamina, I’m about to blow at any minute. It’s been too long without the touch of a woman. I groan and throw my head back into my pillow, toes curling into the mattress and quads tightening as I tunnel even harder through my fist.
Fuck. My eyes clench tighter to see her better in the darkness of my mind. God, she’s so gorgeous. Droplets of milk run down her stomach, soaking my thighs. Her fingers swipe across my cockhead to gather my seed and rub it around her clit.
“Connor.”
“Yeah, baby?”At the crook of her finger, I lean down as the hot breath of her shy whisper hits my ear and raises the hair on the back of my neck.
“You’re going to be a daddy.”
Daddy.The unspoken word hits me like a bolt of lightning, stealing my breath and sending a volley of cum shooting from me before I can even stop it. A hoarse yell forces itself from my throat, one loud enough to startle Toto into barking, which, in turn, terrifies Baggy and makes him hiss his displeasure and skitter off the bed to hide.
No basking in the afterglow now. I laugh rustily over the tumult as I try to pull my soul back into my body and wipe away the rapidly-cooling stickiness spattered everywhere. “That does it, guys. You’re gonna have to start sleeping in your own beds.”
“Sorry,buddy.”IrubToto’s ears with both hands after closing the truck door. “You’ve got to stay here with Baggy while I go see Rosanna, okay? I’ll be back soon. Come on, now. Don’t look at me like that, dude.”
At the mention of his name, one of Bagheera’s eyes cracks open before he curls even tighter into a ball. Toto chuffs, the mournful look on his black and tan face making me chuckle even as it pulls at my heart. There’s nothing like the love and loyalty of an animal. But as much as I love taking road trips with him, I want her attention to myself this time. Nothing between us. Just the two of us.
It’s not just lust that I feel for her, though. She’s beautiful, without a doubt. So beautiful. A memory of her flashes across my mind, and I can almost reach out and touch her for how real it seems. That silky chestnut hair falling down her back, her soft gray eyes and gorgeous smile... And, of course, that damn mark left from the paper clip.
But there’s more to her than just her looks. She’s quick-witted and unafraid to stand her ground. And she got down on my dog’s level and gave him attention. That’s a quality woman, in my book.
I have to see her one more time. Have to see if I feel the same way again or if that moment we had—and what I felt last night—was just a fluke. If I’m going to take her, I’ve got to be absolutely sure.
I’d called up Albert Wright and asked if I could bring just a few more pieces, saying maybe it’d get more traction if people saw a bit more of the same style, and he agreed. Now I’m about to head that way with two wooden lamps carved into spirals to match the side tables I’d delivered last week.
It’s not about the money to me, because I make enough just by word of mouth. But something gave me the urge to branch out with consignments, and now I can’t help but to wonder if I was just meant to meet Rosanna. After all, Wright’s Furniture Shop was the first one I picked out at random.
Woof! Woof!Toto barks his displeasure at me before whining and nudging my hand. Dropping to one knee, I hug him and thump his side with love pats. “I know, buddy. But I can’t have you stealing the spotlight. No, can’t have that, can we?”
I stand and scratch Baggy’s chin. “You be nice to your brother, you hear me?” Sometimes he gets jealous and lashes out, scratching Toto. He ignores me now, though, eyes rolling back in pleasure as his motor starts running. “All right, guys. Daddy’ll be back later.”
With one animal content in his solitude and the other thinking his world is falling apart, I climb in my truck and head down my long driveway, watching them in the rearview mirror until I can’t see them or my house anymore. I’ve never been worried about either of them running away because they know where their bread and butter is.
That’s how it is for the women we Shays marry, too. Once the...rush (for lack of a better word) of being taken settles down and they see how well we take care of them, all desire to run away leaves.
Eventually.
That’s the key, though. Treat them like the precious jewels they are in the daytime and love them to death in the nighttime, and running away will be the last thing on their minds.
With Rosanna heavily in my thoughts, the road and trees fly by on the long stretch of lonesome highway and soon I’m pulling up to Wright’s Furniture Shop. Shutting the engine off, I sit there in silence, pondering my next move. If our connection was real, then I’ve got to think of opportunities to stop by more often and let her get to know me before I take her.
Stepping out of my truck, my feet barely touch the ground before a rattling noise hits my ears. Looking around to find the source, I see a raggedy car pull up beside me, engine coughing out a sigh as it turns off. Damn, they really need to see about getting that noise fixed. I don’t know much about cars, but that can’t be good.
I turn and will my cock to behave as I psych myself to see the star from last night’s dreams. Before I take that first step, though, someone plows into me from the side. Annoyance rises to the surface, but I push it down and reach to steady them. Wait a second—that smell. Iknowthat smell. It’s—
The someone in my arms pushes against me. “Excuse me, but I...”
Itisher. “Rosanna?”
Something in her hands flutters to the ground, then all hell breaks loose. Vomit spews from her mouth onto my front, the acrid stench of butyric acid potent in the air, but that’s not important. What I’m more concerned with is why my woman—no...Rosanna,because she’s not my woman yet—is sick.
Worried, I quickly angle her over the flowerbed in front of my truck, her entire body lurching with the force of her heaves as she empties the contents of her stomach onto the purple pansies. This isn’t good. I don’t like seeing her hurting like this. Stepping closer, I reach to pull her hair out of her face so it doesn’t get caught in the spray.
