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This is a hard and fast fuck, nothing like my first time.
He made that special for me after he found out I was a virgin.
This time isn’t for me. This is for him.
He’s suffering, and I want to give it to him.
I wrap my arms around his neck, massage his shoulders, as he thrusts, thrusts, thrusts…
When he pushes in hard, I feel him spurting his release inside me.
I smile against his neck.
He stays inside me for a moment, and then he rolls off me onto his back, flinging his arm over his forehead.
I stay quiet a moment. Let him bask in his afterglow.
Until—
“Let me know when you’re ready to talk.”
He grunts.
So I stay lying next to him, biding my time, trying to be patient. Until he finally turns, propping himself up on his shoulder.
“Try to imagine what it might be like tonothave everything your heart desires. Not to be able to go into any store and buy whatever you want.”
“I can imagine that.”
“Can you? You’re probably thinking of someone who’s gone hungry. That isn’t me or my family. We’ve always had enough to eat.”
“I’m glad of that.”
“But the difference is that I have to think before I go to Taco Bell for a meal. I have to think before I go to Lorenzo’s for some lasagna.”
“But I just saw you in there, with Ava, Brock, and Rory, before the holidays.”
“Yeah, I was with Brock and Rory, so Brock picked up the tab.”
“I know you’re not going hungry, Jesse.”
“No, I’m not. I never have, and I’m very grateful for that. I’d sell my soul to the devil if I had to if it meant feeding my sisters.”
“I believe you would.”
“Of course I would. But that’s not even the point. Our small ranch is everything to my mom and dad. Uncle Scott and Aunt Lena as well. Our vineyards were destroyed. All of them. Our winery operation isn’t as good as yours, isn’t as big as yours, and we don’t produce fine wines like Ryan and Dale do. We produce table wines. Wines that people buy in bulk, and we sell a lot of them. It’s the major source of our income, and now it’s gone.”
I gulp audibly. “But you keep beef as well.”
“We do. But our operation isn’t like yours. We have enough beef to feed ourselves, and to sell to local markets. But it’s not our operation’s major focus. We don’t have orchards, like you guys do. It’s just wine. That’s our business.” His lips twist into a frown. “And it’s gone, Brianna.”
“I think Callie said something about you guys buying grapes from other vineyards to keep your business going.”
He shakes his head, laughing sarcastically. “And you don’t see the issue with that? Those grapes cost money. Money we don’t have. We’ve had to go into debt to keep our operation going. Plus, we have no control over the quality of the grapes we buy. When they come from our own vineyards, we do. We know their quality. Now we have to start from fucking scratch, Brianna.”
My heart breaks.
Mom and Dad, and my aunts and uncles—they taught us how to value our money. We all grew up working on the ranch, learning good family values, learning that nothing comes free.
