This quick moment turns into so much more as we cling to one another, trying to get as close as possible. My lips need more, so I move them down her neck and lick her there, wanting even more of her sweetness.
“You haven’t even tasted dinner and you’re doing this. What will you do after you’ve tasted it?”
Clare’s words are coming out in little gasps as my tongue moves lower.
“I think we both know what’s going to happen after I get one bite.”
She moans and grinds against me, teasing us both into a frenzy.
“Cash,” she whispers, and it’s then I have to pull back.
Hearing my name on her lips is so intimate and filled with sex that I don’t want to risk anyone overhearing it.
Taking my lips away from her neck, I look into her eyes and see just how much she needs me.
“You want more, baby?”
Clare licks her lips and nods her head rapidly without hesitation.
“Tonight. You’re in my bed. I won’t take you until you’re mine on paper. But I want you in my bed tonight.”
She nods her head again, taking in air fast and hard as if out of breath.
“I want you to show me what’s mine. And I want a taste. You won’t deny me, will you?”
It’s not a question, but she closes her eyes and nods, as if the thought is too much to handle.
I let her down slowly as my hard cock rubs as much of her as it can. I want to rub it all over her naked body, but now is not the time. After a second, we both smile at one another. The hurried tension is gone and a comfortable need settles between us. After she’s got her clothes back into place and I’ve adjusted the beast in my jeans, I take her hand and pull her out of the pantry and over to the where everyone is eating dinner.
I help her settle down in my lap at the head of the table, serving us two plates of her delicious food.
“Eat, baby,” I whisper in her ear. She’s so tiny. She could afford to have a little more weight on her, and I’m going to make sure that happens.
All the guys are talking and laughing, enjoying the home-cooked meal. It warms my heart and makes this place feel complete. Squeezing Clare closer to me, I smile as we eat. All the men rave about her cooking. I’m filled with pride, and jealousy but I try to let the pride win out. She’s the best thing that’s happened to this place since I can remember, so I focus on the positive instead of being an asshole about it.
Suddenly, Brandon comes into the dining room, and my arm around Clare tightens.
“Sorry to interrupt, boss, but looks like Fluffy is breech. I think I might need you on this.”
Brandon doesn't so much as look at Clare. This goes a long way to ease some of my unwarranted irritation with him. He’s a good worker, and I like having him around. It’s just going to take some time to get used to having Clare and my jealousy in the same room.
“I’ll take care of it.” I look over at Clare, thinking this might be something she wants to see. “You want to come watch, baby?”
“Sure. I’ve helped a few times with the animals. I’ll see what I can do.”
We stand up, and I take Clare’s hand, pulling her behind me.
“Go ahead, clean up, and get yourself some chow. We’ll take care of Fluffy tonight.” Looking over to Earl, I see him nod his head. I know he’ll take care of things in the house and make sure whoever is on clean up does their job.
Pulling Clare behind me, we walk towards the barn closest to the house. I hold her hand as we walk, and the simple action makes me smile. It’s weirdly comfortable and feels like something we do every day instead of something that’s completely new to us.
“So who’s Fluffy?” Clare asks as we enter the barn.
“She’s one of the ewes we keep around here as kind of a pet. We don’t have enough to really make money off their wool, so we donate it to the knitting group in town and they make use of it.” I walk Clare to the back stable and see the ewe lying down.
When we go over to her, she’s a bit skittish, but I put my hand on her and feel her belly. The lamb has indeed turned from what I feel, and I look to see how close she is to labor.
Looking up, I see Clare get down in the hay with Fluffy and put her head in her lap. She starts to gently stroke her and make soft sounds to try to calm the soon-to-be mother.
“It’s too late for me to turn the lamb, so she’s going to have to deliver feet first. This is going to be painful for the mama, so if you want to help, you’ll need to hold her for me.”
Clare looks up and I see sadness on her face, but it’s quickly banished and she nods, now determined to help. She holds Fluffy and starts talking to her as if she’s a real mama about to give birth.
“You can do this, Fluffy. I know you can. Be brave. We’ve got you.”
Seeing her like this melts something inside of me, and the thought of her having our babies runs through my head. I shake it off before I can fall too far over the edge, thinking I need to concentrate on what we’re about to do. I’ve delivered a few breech animals before, but it’s never easy. We’ve lost a few mamas before, so there’s always worry with this kind of thing.
“Okay, little mama. Let’s have ourselves a baby.”
* * *
“What are we going to name it?”
I look over to see Clare holding the lamb as she cleans it off. The labor took hours, and it was rough on all of us, but Fluffy came through like a champ, and now we’ve got the newest addition to the McCallister farm.
“Whatever you want, baby. It’s a girl.”
Clare beams at me, and it’s the sweetest sight. She helps the lamb start to nurse, and once we’ve got them settled, she comes over to my side.
“She looks like a little cotton ball. Can I name her Cotton?”
It’s too much. I wrap her in my arms and hold her to me. “Yes. I think Cotton is perfect. Fluffy and Cotton. It’s nearly too damn cute.”
Clare playfully slaps my arm as we exit the stable, letting the mom and baby get some sleep. We walk hand in hand back to the big house, and by this time, night has fallen upon the farm. All the stars are out, and it feels romantic being out here with her like this.
It took hours to deliver Cotton, and it’s late, but I still remember what she promised me earlier. And I intend to hold her to it.
When we get to the big house and go inside, I turn behind me and flip the lock into place. The sound of it has her turning to look at me, and I can almost feel her heartbeat pick up speed.
“I think we could both use a shower before bed.”
She looks down the hallway where the bedroom and bathroom are and then looks back at me. I can see the nervousness in her eyes, but she nods slightly, and it’s enough to make me go to her. I wrap her in my arms and wait until she looks up at me, locking eyes with my own. I want her to always feel safe with me.
“Let me wash you, baby. Show you just how good I’m going to be to you. Give you a reason to marry me come Friday. Not just because you need to, but because you want to.”
“Cash,” she whispers, and my name comes out with so much behind it. Nervous need and shy desire all mixed together.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, needing to know and needing to hear her say it.
She smiles, and I see it in her eyes before she says it. “Yes.”
I scoop her up and carry her to the master bathroom. I set her down on the counter next to the sink and go to the shower, turning on all the heads to let the water heat up. When that’s finished, I go back to her and see her sitting there biting her lip.
I unbutton my shirt while I kick off my boots. Then I stand there in just my jeans. She bites her lip as she watches me reach for my belt, and it drives me wild. Just having her eyes on me like she can’t look away makes me crazy.
When my belt is undone, I unzip my jeans and push them off my hips along with my boxer briefs. Might as well go ahead and show her all of me, seeing as I’m the last man she’s going to see naked for the rest of her life.
Standing before her naked, my hard, aching cock pointing at her, I feel like a god. She’s looking at me with big eyes. She licks her lips, and it takes everything in me to stay rooted in place.
“Clare.”
Her eyes snap up to mine, and her cheeks burn red as if she’s been caught staring at me. I want her looking, and I hope she likes what she sees, but I need more. I need to get my hands on her.
“Take off your clothes, baby.”
After a second of hesitation, her nervous fingers go to her shirt and start to unbutton it. It’s the sweetest torture. Each button she undoes shows me a little more of her perfection. When she’s finished, she slips it off her shoulders. I walk over to her, unable to hold back. I need to touch her. She’s there in a simple white bra, her soft skin glowing.
I reach down to her feet and help her slip off her boots before she stands up and undoes her shorts. She pushes them off her hips, along with her white cotton panties, and I keep my eyes locked on hers. I don’t want to scare her or make her feel embarrassed, so I don’t look anywhere but in her eyes. I see her move to take her bra off, and once I hear it hit the floor, I take her hand and walk us into the shower.
When the warm water hits us, I pull her to me. She closes her eyes and leans back, letting the warm water run through her hair. I reach up and pull the pins out for her, setting them on the shelf in the shower. Her tight blonde curls fall past her shoulders. I run my fingers through them, and she opens her eyes to look at me.