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Finding the end of his release, he slowly pulls out of me, making me buckle.
And then he slides one hand up and over my breast, grabbing my chin and he turns my face to his, kissing the hell out of me until I feel like I’m going to pass out.
Yeah, so all in all, it was a good day.
Reed
Ihad no idea this little trip to Ohio was going to turn into something so life changing. But it has. I didn’t expect to enjoy country life, but here I am, absolutely loving the slower pace, the long stretches of silence, and the smell and feel of dirt on my hands.
For the past week and a half, I’ve spent the majority of my days out in the barn with Brinley’s father, loading trailers with bales of hay for the cattle, and helping him prepare for the coming winter. I’ve driven lengths of wood out to the back fields, ready for the new fencing. And I’ve helped him repaint the entire barn, inside and out.
My muscles are tired and sore, but I’ve enjoyed getting to know the man, and I’ve enjoyed giving him a hand around the place. It makes me miss my own father, and the relationship we shared before he passed away.
The evenings have been spent with Brinley and her parents, eating dinner together, sometimes inside the kitchen, other times out on the porch. Then we all sit around the fire out back, roasting marshmallows and drinking coffee, and I listen to stories about when Brinley was a little girl, how cheeky she was, how rebellious she was as a teenager, and how much she loved singing.
I laugh along with everyone else, but my eyes never leave hers, dancing in the glow of the fire flickering between us, making her eyes iridescent in the soft glow, and I know I’m totally falling for this girl.
We’ve slept together every night. We’ve fucked every which way, so many times now I’ve lost count.
Sneaking around has been kind of fun, and it’s amazing how creative you get when you’ve got no other choice. I mean, I haven’t had sex in the back seat of a car since I was in high school, and yet there we were, two consenting adults parked in the shadows by the lake, with the doors locked and our pants around our ankles, going at it like fucking animals.
Yeah, I’m totally gone.
I watch her as she smiles at me, and then she stares off over the meadows and I remember the way she explained that photograph to me on her mantel.
Brinley loves it here. It’s her safe place. It’s home.
I’m starting to understand the appeal.
We only have two more days left in Ohio, when I offer my thanks to Jean and Grant by way of treating them to a nice dinner at the local steak house in town.
Grant’s been raving about their ribeye and baked potatoes ever since the wedding, and so I phoned ahead, gave the guy at the desk my credit card details, a gold card no less, and Brinley and I waved her parents goodbye at the front gate like there’s some kind of weirdFreaky Fridayaction going on.
Yes, I may have had ulterior motives.
An hour later, Brinley collapses on top of me. She’s naked, sweating and breathing really hard, and I’ve just totally rocked her world with more mind-blowing sex.
It’s kind of become our thing.
I swear it was her idea to use that scarf to tie her hands to the bedpost. She wanted a taste of what I enjoy, what it could be like for us when I get her back to my apartment.
Turns out, she was totally into it.
Fucking yes!
She’s moaning softly against my chest and my hands are making lazy circles over her bare back. She’s so fucking beautiful when she’s all sated like this, soft and supple in my arms. I never want to let her go.
A few minutes pass by, and then Brinley slides off me, rolling over onto her back so she’s staring up at the ceiling, her perfect breasts all sweaty and glistening just the way I like.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her. I get up, use the bathroom, and then I slip on a pair of black boxer shorts before I walk back into her bedroom again.
I like having the house to ourselves. But you never know when someone else could show up. Preparation is key. I learned that in Boy Scouts. Or some shit?
“You hungry?” Brinley asks me as I walk back into the room. “I could make us something to eat?”
I don’t answer right away, because the box she showed me last week is still sitting on her dresser and my curiosity gets the better of me. I pick it up and flop down beside her on the bed.
“Yeah. Maybe, in a bit.” I shake the box around in my hand, letting the contents slide back and forth inside. “What’s in here? Can I have a look?”
