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I cradle her against me as we both pant and there’s a flash of light through the front window making me tuck Ruby behind me, pulling up my pants as the sound of a voice calls through the door.
“Ruby! It’s me, please, we did what your uncle said but my parents kicked me out. David punched my father and they called the sheriff. I have nowhere else to go…”
Fuck. Playtime is over.
CHAPTER 6
Ruby
I haven’t stopped shaking since that orgasm.
The one my uncle gave me.
With his mouth. Then his fingers. Then, with his cock slipping through my ass cheeks.
Three times I came and God knows what was going to happen next.
I’ll never know because Marcy’s drama ended things before they could go any farther.
That’s good, right?
I mean, sure, Eli was trying to help me with my milk situation, which, by the way, is now a problem again as usual in the morning.
But, things just got way, way out of control. It was a one time thing I’m sure. Eli surely needs a woman, but me?
I think he was just milk drunk. I’ve heard of it, but why do I feel so…different?
Like we’ve crossed an invisible line and things will never go back to the way they were. Is this the life I want forever? Living on a farm, up to my knees in cow muck and scraping by to pay the electric bill?
Is that what I was born for? Is that what I worked so hard in school for?
I shake my head as I smell the bacon drifting down the hall as Marcy snores softly on the other side of my bed.
She was up a lot in the night, crying and whispering on phone calls with David. I pretended to be asleep. I clearly now have problems of my own but now that the sun is coming up, my tummy is rolling knowing it’s Friday and Eli and I always do our dairy barn chores together on Fridays.
And, as I said, Eli never wavers so he’s in the kitchen cooking us breakfast as he always does and I need to man up and get down there. There’s no days off on a farm as Eli always says so I pull up my big girl shorts, tie up my t-shirt, then make an executive decision that is probably a mistake.
Reaching up the back of my t-shirt, I unclasp my bra, then reach inside each sleeve, tug the straps down over each arm, release them, and tug the bra out from one sleeve and set the girls free.
Who am I?
I’m Daddy’s little milky wonder is what I am. Let’s do this thing. What’s the worst that could happen?
Don’t answer that. I’m just throwing caution into the August wind. For once, I want to live dangerously.
Or, at least without a bra.
I take a deep breath and say a prayer, then tiptoe out of the bedroom and down the hall, finding myself wanting more of what Eli offered me last night.
I step into the kitchen. The cool wood floor slippery under my bare feet, my work boots cleaned and sitting on the stand by the door as they are every morning.
When I get to the kitchen, the bacon is still sizzling in the pan set on the counter but Eli is nowhere in sight.
A thought shakes me. If I push down this path, it’s possible I could lose all the good things that Eli and I have had together. Will changing our relationship change what we had? Don’t get me wrong, last night was…wow, but is it worth the risk?
I slip a piece of bacon into my mouth and shiver. My nipples already tingling again as I think about his hands and mouth and words. I’m not sure what that little spot was he found inside of me but it sure was a happy button and I would love another round of whatever magic that was.
It’s strange for Eli to not wait for me at breakfast even with the events of the night before looming over us. I swing open the back door, the warm breeze rustling through the corn as the sun peaks round above the top of the back forty.
I think of all the times Eli held my hand before. He always made me feel safe and loved but we’ve never said those words to each other. Eli’s not the kind of man that talks about his emotions and that’s probably going to be a problem, especially considering our complicated circumstances.
“Uncle Eli!” I yell through my cupped hands and that knot in my belly tightens and I admit to myself how much I want him. Not just as the uncle he’s been or the father. But as everything.
Daddy.
I walk through the dewy grass to the dairy barn thinking he’s avoiding me and starting on the chores early.
