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The place had changed a lot. Instead of bags of dirt and carelessly tossed trowels and other gardening tools, everything was neat and clean, and simply amazing. PVC pipes with strategically cut holes, holding everything from seedlings to fully ripened vegetables, fruits, and herbs, lined every bit of available space.
“Wow!” I gasped, eyes wide as I walked from row to row. I stopped when I saw what looked like a row of clear buckets with the prettiest carrots growing directly in the water!
Unable to help myself, I reached into one carefully, extracting one long, hard, bright orange root vegetable. My mouth hung open when I had to use both hands to fully encircle its girth. The thing was enormous, and so damn pretty. I grinned as I stroked the thing, laughing again as I thought of something raunchy Kelsey would say if she were there.
Did I mention carrots were my favorite vegetable?
The lights came on suddenly, and I squeaked as the sound of someone sucking in a lungful of air broke through my wine-induced happy haze. Turning around slowly like a deer in headlights, my eyes went wide with shock when I recognized just who it was who’d caught me with my hands on his carrot!
CHAPTER FOUR- JEREMY
“Rena?” I said, shocked as I pointed my phone at the woman who’d been haunting my dreams for over a decade.
This is it. I am finally losing my mind.
I scrubbed a hand roughly over my face and tried to figure out how this could have happened. The day had started out like any other. I was me. Jeremy Kent. Thirty-two years old, divorced, and alone for the holidays.
I’d returned to the Kent Global Farms home base to get my head on straight after checking in on Mom and Dad in Aspen via smart phone. My parents were never the warm or loving type, but I was a dutiful son even now.
They were nothing like my old neighbors, the Grimaldis. The fact I spent more time in that house than my own up until junior year, when my parents shipped me off to boarding school, was something I would never forget. I missed that old couple like hell. And their granddaughter.
On that last Christmas before I was sent away, all my wildest teenage dreams had come true in the shape of a curvy little girlwho’d moved in next door. She was the granddaughter of the folks I considered family, and my very first love.
My heart pounded as memories assaulted me. Falling for Morena Grimaldi was like jumping in a pool on one of those hundred degree, humid days we used to get in summer. I had no choice really, and even more, I wanted to. I wanted her more than I ever wanted anyone else before and since. Feelings I’d had for any of my exes—and there hadn’t been that many—couldn’t compare to the way I felt about her.
Christ, I never thought I would ever see her again. Sure, Rena still filled my thoughts. For years, I recalled how it felt to be inside her warm, tight body. To kiss her sweet lips. To hold her close.
She always smelled like cinnamon and spice, and fuck, I still remembered how good she tasted. I was back home for the holidays this year, getting ready to renovate the old place I had bought from my parents, and yeah, I’d been thinking about that Christmas Eve when I’d lost my virginity to the first girl I ever loved.
Most people hated their first time. I’d been told by many that it was awkward and disappointing, not to mention messy and embarrassingly fast. Not me. I remembered my first time with bittersweet fondness. Sixteen was likely too young to entertain such a big passion, but we were young and in love.
What started out as a pretty petting session had ended up with the two of us naked, and writhing together to reach that pinnacle some never find. Simultaneously, we came, and it was beautiful and poignant and perfect, and I’d been looking for that connection again, for someone like her, my whole damn life. Still, I never expected to find her here! And in that!
I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but thank you, God!
Rena Grimaldi, the one that got away, was right in front of me. She was wearing the sexiest, raunchiest scrap of lingerieI had ever seen, standing in my greenhouse, with her luscious hands wrapped round my carrot.
“Holy fuck! Jeremy?” she squeaked, plump lips open as she gaped in surprise.
My cock grew hard immediately in the gym shorts I’d thrown on to check the alarm Rena had tripped when she broke in. I figured I’d find some snooping reporter, or maybe a corporate spy. The fertilizer I was using in these hydroponic pots proved excellent for rapid growth and sustainability, but the formula was still patent pending, and I’d worked hard to keep it quiet.
Still, rumors spread, and this would not be the first time someone tried to steal ideas and plans. However, I sincerely doubted one of my competitors would have hunted down my long-lost high school love and brought her to me wrapped up like some X-rated Christmas present.
Too bad, really. That might have worked.
I waited, taking in every luscious curve and dip of her ridiculously bangin’ body. Morena had always been a beauty, but holy fucking shit, she’d grown even more beautiful. The teenage boy I’d been, as fascinated with her curves as I was by her big brown eyes and that curtain of shiny mahogany curls that hung down to her shoulders, had no idea she would turn into such a fucking goddess.
My mouth went dry as she stood frozen under the stark lights. Finally, she placed the carrot on the table and her phone, trying to cover her gloriously generous tits, and that perfect fucking slice of pie with her hands.
Lucky for me, they were inadequate for the job.
CHAPTER FIVE- JEREMY
Inever claimed to be a saint, though, and I continued to look my fill.
Thump thump thump.
The cotton shorts barely containing my boner moved as my dick pulsed with longing. My eyes ate her up, taking in the subtle changes in her. She was older, mature in a way I appreciated, like a fine vintage whiskey.
