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“You’ll go,” he rumbles smoothly. “You’ll get a chance to go. Just give me one last kiss.”
And like in a trance, I lift up on my toes, offering my mouth, which he takes with complete authority, ravishing my lips. Instinctively, I cling to him, moaning with need already. Our tongues dance as his hands stroke through my hair, pulling at my ponytail. And when he finally pulls away, I’m left breathless, barely able to compute.
I should stop. We’re in broad daylight, the sun beating on our heads, but who cares? Who is there to see us? We’re acres away from anyone, and if ever those annoying ass Morgan brothers were going to come bothering me, today should be the day. Nothing feels better than the security of this strong man protecting me.
“Now you can go,” Tyler smiles, blue eyes still blazing.
“You’re such a tease,” I roll my eyes before turning. Prancing back to the house, I put a spring in my step, wiggling my ass just so. And it works because when I glance back over my shoulder, the alpha’s staring at my butt like he can’t get enough. Good. Serves him right.
Once indoors, I take a deep sigh. God, what that man does to me. It’s like walking into a hurricane, and then throwing in a tornado just for fun. I can’t wrap my head around it, but again, there are chores to be done. I’m a girl who works, not one who sits around waiting for maids, and the broom’s calling my name.
Fortunately, it doesn’t take long to tidy up, although there’s still a lot to fix. Busying myself, the floors are mopped, dishes done, the laundry sorted. And finally, I sit down, letting out a huge sigh. Man, running a farm isn’t easy, even for me, someone used to country life.
But I’m gonna get ahead in the world. I’m gonna better myself, and seizing the moment, I sit in the den, luxuriating in the ancient sofa with lumpy stuffing. Not exactly a queen’s throne, but that’s okay.
Because I’m gonna read. Reaching to the side table, I pull out Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations. It’s something Pa gave me a long time ago, and although I haven’t gotten much past the second chapter, I’m gonna finish it one day. I’m gonna be better, I’m going to get my GED and prove myself to the world. Sure my problems haven’t disappeared, but they aren’t so bad anymore. With Tyler on my side … it’ll all work out.
***
Wow, this book is really something. A boy named Pip? What kind of guy’s name is that? I’ve just flipped the page when the side door swings open, the sound of heavy boots in the entryway. Immediately, a shadow falls over me, Tyler standing there in all his sweaty glory.
“What are you doing?” he turns his head to read the spine of the book.
“Reading,” I say softly, debating if I want to tell him the whole truth. “I dropped out of school to take care of the farm, but I want to get my GED, so I have to start getting ready.” My eyes lower in embarrassment. Tyler speaks so professionally, I’m sure he graduated from school.
“Great Expectations for a great girl, is that it?” he asks with a grin. I smile back, exuding happiness.
“Yeah, it’s something that I’m aiming for,” I confess shyly. “You know, just to better myself. My Ma died a couple years ago, so I dropped out of high school. It was easier, there were so many things that had to be done on the farm. But I’ve always wanted to finish,” I say with a deep breath. “I’ve always wanted to get my GED at some point.”
And Tyler nods slowly, expression thoughtful.
“You will, baby girl,” he says. “You’re real smart, you absolutely will.”
Happiness seeps through my frame again, my shoulders lifting, the air easier to breathe. But what am I thinking? He’s not interested in this. Babbling a little, I jump up.
“Are you hungry?” comes a rush of words, and Tyler nods slowly. I swallow hard as my stomach muscles tense. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me since walking into the living room.
“Want some lunch?” I ask, but he slowly shakes his head. My chest is rising slowly. I can see the lust in his eyes and I’m just hoping he doesn’t make me wait long for the pleasure that’s sure to come.
And like in a slow-mo movie, it starts. My desperate legs obediently part as he kneels before me, those blue eyes trained on my face. Settling between my legs, pulling my panties and shorts down my legs at once, he leans back, just staring at my pink pussy.
“What’s wrong?” I murmur.
He can’t answer for a second, just breathing deep, riveted by the sight.
“You’re swollen,” he glances up at me and I’m not sure what that means exactly. But then I look down and it’s clear. Oh god, yes, I’m swollen. Swollen with need for him, but also swollen from the heavy fucking the night before. Is he going to stop? Is that going to be a big red sign for him?
