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My eyes were open as he came. I saw the flush in his cheeks, the strain in his neck, and with one last hard thrust, I came too, falling apart, screaming his name as I rocked into him, clenching around his shaft as he emptied himself into me.
A small lilt of laughter came from his chest as his forehead pinned mine.
“We’re not going to get anything done at this rate.”
I gave him a small peck on the lips and smiled. “I’ll keep my hands to myself, I swear.”
Lowering me to the ground, he pulled out, looking down at his already semi hard cock.
“I probably won’t, so keep your fucking panties off.”
With that, he gave me a wolfish grin, tucked his semi into his boxers and sauntered out of the hen house.
I did as he said, tucking the panties into my pocket and pulling up the sweats, already aching for him once more.
* * *
By the timewe were done feeding the animals, the sun had crested the trees, but the chill of the morning and the rain from the night before hadn’t waned. We hustled inside, and Davis started a fire, which I sat cross legged in front of, warming my fingers.
“I told you that you didn’t have to feed the animals with me.”
He pressed a hot cup of coffee into my palms. I smiled up at him, grateful for the caffeine.
“I wanted to, and besides—we had fun.”
He choked on his coffee from his spot near the kitchen then shook his head. I heard him mutter a few things under his breath, but it only made me smile into my mug. I was having more fun than I’d had in a very long time. I also couldn’t seem to ignore the fact that being around Davis felt natural, like I’d known him my entire life. Which, I hadn’t. Regardless of my early crush, I didn’t know anything of substance about the man.
I stared into the fire, thinking over the questions I had about him: how I wanted to know about his past, his childhood, and upbringing…mostly I wanted to know why he didn’t like going into town or seeing people. From what Nora had mentioned, over the years—really after I had left—he’d stopped going into town almost entirely. Part of me wondered if I had caused him trauma of some kind because of my obsession with him.
I didn’t like settling too long on those thoughts, because guilt and fear mingled like a cocktail, warning me not to get too close to the man.
We ate in silence, while both of us had smiles that stretched along our faces. Rain started to pelt against the roof again, and for some reason I had to watch it. I made a humming sound, grabbed my coffee and sauntered out to his covered patio. Curling up in one of his loungers, I watched the downpour as it washed the tall evergreens beyond his yard, amazed at the thick fog that clouded Mount Macon. That, with the smell of smoke, it was the most perfect autumn aesthetic ever.
Davis was out seconds later, holding a few pieces of birch wood. He loaded the small chiminea with wood then lit it and shut the small hatch. He offered me a blanket and then snuggled in behind me, holding me to him.
It was the safest I’d ever felt in my life.
“Tell me what you’re doing with yourself now that you’re back? Are you going to do the delivery service permanently? Are you here temporarily?” I could hear the question and worry in his tone; it matched the cadence of concern I had for him leaving or slipping through my fingers, too. He was treasure I didn’t deserve; gold I would have to return.
“I’m actually trying to help a few of the businesses around town. I have a marketing degree, so I thought I’d do whatever I could to help a few. It’s probably dumb…”
“No.” He stroked my arm as the rain poured. “It’s not dumb at all. I think the businesses could really use it.”
“I wish I had a way of unifying the town look; something aesthetically similar so everyone had a leg up. I know a few towns around the state do it, and it helps add to the overall feel of the city.”
He seemed to mull that over for a second. “You mean like different fixtures or physical things to put on the business storefronts, making them match?”
I let out a sigh, my brain still plugging different pieces about it together. “Yeah, something like that.”
He didn’t say anything else as we sat there and watched the rain. Eventually we moved back inside, where we both napped on the couch.
Near lunchtime, we woke, and I ate while he ran upstairs and did something with water.
“You done?” he called down to me from the top of the stairs.
I couldn’t see him, but I yelled back, “Yeah.”
“Come up here.”
