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Then I flatten her to the wall and mate my girl roughly, my mouth crashing down on hers to devour while we go at it, her tight butt squeaking up and down the metal wall.
“I don’t mind giving him a preview, but no one watches you have orgasms but me.” I bury my fingers in her hair, pull her head to the left and attack her sweet neck with suction. “I plan to watch you have them every day until I die.”
“Likewise,” she gasps, shoving my jacket off, moaning when I flex my muscles for her. “I love you so much, Dusty.”
I bare my teeth against her ear and reach down to play with her clit, making her gasp, and I pound her harder, knowing we’re both so sensitive from last night, we don’t have long before the release hits. “I love you past the point of obsession, Bianca.”
Her eyes go bright, so bright—and then cloudy, her orgasm causing her pussy muscles to tense up around me. I let my own flood erupt, slamming her one final time up against the wall, growling and grunting while my moisture flows into her, overflowing almost immediately and splashing down onto the floor, leaving a puddle behind. And I hope that vile motherfucker gets into the elevator later and knows exactly what he’s looking at.
“Tell me what to do to make you happy, darlin’,” I pant, kissing her forehead.
“Take me back to the farm, Dusty,” she whispers. “Make me your wife.”
My heart rips up into my throat, heat pressing behind my eyes.God, I love this woman. Thank you for sending her to me.“Darlin’, I thought you’d never ask.”
EPILOGUE
Bianca
Five Years Later
Ilean a hip on the doorframe of our bedroom, coffee cup cradled in my hands.
“Happy birthday, gorgeous,” I murmur to my incredible husband, who is sprawled out face down in bed, nary a sheet to keep him modest. “Those buns only get better with age.” Without opening his eyes, he flexes them and I almost spit out my sip of coffee on a laugh. “Wow. I could charge admission for this.”
“Why isn’t my stunning wife in bed beneath me on my birthday?”
Feigning confusion, I tap my chin. “I don’t know, but I think it has something to do with the two children we live with.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Uh-huh.”
A grin pulls wide on his face. “Anyway, I got my present last night.”
“Twice.”
“I don’t suppose I could convince you to lock the door and come give me a third.” He groans low in his throat while looking me over head to toe. “And a fourth. Maybe a fifth?”
Having mercy on him, I close the door and saunter toward the bed.
He brightens immediately, rolling over and letting me see exactly how eager he is to greet me good morning. My sex grows moist and ready in response, the sight of my farmer in the nude never failing to make me short of breath. My heart is a victim here, too, however, turning over and over like a thorny tumbleweed in my chest.
I never know how and when the love I have for Dusty is going to hit me hard. Sometimes, when I least expect it, I get overwhelmed by how taking the highway that night five years ago could have cost me the love of my life. My husband. My best friend.
Dusty brought me back to the farm the same day as the casting director disaster. We packed my things and got the heck out of the city. I never looked back. I don’t miss it. For so long, I thought acting was the only future for me, but it wasn’t. It was the dream of a child that I never let go of…but it’s the dream of the woman to be a farmer.
That’s what I am now.
We run this place together.
And I was right, it’s magical. Every second, every minute, every day with my husband and our children is woven from fairy dust.
Now, Dusty tries to drag me beneath his big, capable body, but I stop him right before he can rip off the night shirt I’m wearing. “My mother is on her way.”
A man has never gone from excited to crestfallen so quickly. “What?”
“To take the kids for a sleepover,” I whisper against his mouth, my fingers walking up the middle of his huge chest. “You get me all to yourself until tomorrow.”
