"Perfect. That's just perfect. Thanks for the help." Jake knew he should never have brought this subject up with Ned. It wasn't fair of him to complain in front of him, anyway.
"If staying here is your goal, I guess you're right; you're in a tough place." Ned resumed his work.
Jake's hands itched to grab his brother and shake him. Of course that was his goal. It had always been his goal. Instead, he grabbed the pitchfork from Ned, overcome with an anger that demanded immediate action. "Go on. Get out of here. I need to think."
"Sure thing." Ned disappeared swiftly.
Jake didn't notice the wooden handle of the pitchfork in his hands, or the smell of the old hay and horse dung he scooped out of the stalls. When he ran the wheelbarrow outside and dumped the manure to age in a pile, he didn't notice the cold air biting his cheeks. If that was his goal. He could see Hannah going to Colorado as an opportunity. Just like Ned had said-an opportunity for his brother to win.
Still, Ned's words stuck with him while he worked. Could he choose another goal? One served by moving to Colorado with Hannah?
Jake trudged forward with his wheelbarrow load. What the hell would that be?
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Chapter Fifteen
All day the glittery diamond on her ring caught Hannah's attention and each time it did, her stomach gave a little twist of hope and anticipation.
Mixed with fear.
What had happened between Holt and Jake after she left? Had they come to blows? Would Jake still want to marry her?
It was too good to be true, the way Jake had capitulated to her demands. Could he make good on those promises?
What if he didn't?
Jake finally texted her at noon to let her know he'd handled Holt and she didn't have to worry about him anymore. He sent her a picture of Gladys, too, which made her smile. Maybe Jake did understand what was important to her. Maybe this would all work out.
Maybe.
By the time she made it home she was all pins and needles. She couldn't wait to be with Jake again. Couldn't wait to talk to him more about their plans for the future. Couldn't wait for a repeat of their previous night, either.
She knew the talking should come first. They needed to make sure they were really on the same page as far as plans went, but all thoughts of that went out the window when she walked in the door and found the table lit with candles. She'd planned an easy dinner, but Jake was there before her. She recognized the logo of a local Chinese restaurant on a bag on the counter. He'd placed the food in serving bowls and set the table for two.
"Wash up and have a seat." He met her at the door with a soul-searing kiss. Tingles of desire swept through her, but she did as she was told and met him at the table a few minutes later. They took their time eating, but kept their conversation light. Jake held her hand through most of the meal and she could barely taste her food when his blue-eyed gaze held hers. She knew the night ahead of them would be one to remember. How would they make love tonight? Where would they make love?
The possibilities were endless.
After they'd cleaned up the meal, Jake led her to the couch and pulled her down onto his lap. She met his kisses eagerly, relishing the slow pace he was setting tonight. For once there was no question about the outcome of their relationship. They would be married. They would spend their lives together.
Starting with tonight.
Jake was on fire. He hadn't thought he could want Hannah more than he already did, but tonight was different. Tonight he knew without a doubt he'd be sleeping with her, so he could anticipate it all day. After working outside all morning, he'd come to a single conclusion; there was no way around the years that Hannah would be gone. He'd have to suck it up like a man and endure them until they were over. Then he'd have Hannah beside him for good.
Once that was settled, he'd let his thoughts wander to happier subjects. He'd imagined countless ways they could be together as he accomplished his chores. Her body was his playground and he loved every curve of it. He meant to play hard tonight. All night. If Hannah's ardor was any indication, so did she.
As her fingers slipped to the buttons of his shirt Jake knew there were matters they should talk about, but he couldn't remember what they were. Soon she had tugged the shirt off of his shoulders and smoothed her hands over his chest.
"You are so … yummy," she said, trailing kisses over his chin, down his neck and across his shoulder. Jake decided two could play this game and found the hem of her shirt, tugging it up over her head. As she straddled his lap, her bra displayed her breasts to perfection and he bent forward to trace some kisses of his own down her creamy skin to the cleft between them. Hannah moaned and thrust them forward. Jake's groin jumped.
He swept his hands up to cup them, relishing the lacy fabric of her bra under his fingers. He kneaded them until he felt the points of her nipples pushing hard against the layer of cloth.
Hannah rocked her hips against him, grinding against his hardness. There were too many layers between them still. Jake wanted them gone. He slipped his fingers under the band of the bra and snapped it with one jerk. When Hannah gasped, he cupped both breasts and sucked first one nipple then the other into his mouth. Laving them almost roughly with his tongue, he was rewarded when Hannah arched back and held onto him for dear life. He wanted to be inside her, now. Her bra was gone, but both their pants remained.
Jake surged to his feet with Hannah still wrapped around him. Reaching under her ass-pausing only to give it a good, two handed squeeze-he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and dropped his jeans to the ground, kicking them away. He supported Hannah while she undid hers, then turned around, dumped her unceremoniously on the couch and pulled them off by their cuffs.
Hannah laughed, but didn't hesitate to shimmy her panties off and throw them across the living room. Bared to his view, she lay back and stretched. As her breasts lifted, Jake heard an animal sound come from deep within his throat but he was already reaching for her, pulling her back onto his lap as he sat down on the couch once more.
"Like this?" Hannah got up and straddled him again. When she pressed up against him she was hot and ready.
"Exactly like this." He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. He wanted to feel every inch of her against him. Her breasts against his chest set him on fire, the peaks of her nipples tantalizing. He slid his fingers under her ass and lifted her into place.
As she slid onto him, slick with need, he groaned, trying not to spill inside her like some untried schoolboy. She was so hot, so sexy. So everything that he'd ever wanted. He flexed into her and pulled back, loving the position but frustrated at not having more control. Hannah pushed up with her thighs then sank back onto him and he thought he'd go over the edge again. It took all his control to hold back as Hannah found her pace, lifting and falling, lifting and falling, her tempo increasing as her body responded to him. She ground down against him and then lifted again, ground down as if hungry for every inch of his hardness.
As she moved faster, harder, Jake gripped her with his hands, encouraged her, loved what she was doing. Her movements bounced her breasts against him, increasing his pleasure, his desire. No longer in control, he thrust into her, going deeper, using his hands to press her down on top of him.
They reached their peak together, both calling out. Hannah arched back, her silky hair feathering over his hands, which still gripped her ass. Jake bucked against her so hard he thought he'd hurt her, but her cries of pleasure didn't change to pain. He couldn't help himself anyway; his need for release was so great-so overpowering.
When they collapsed together they were both winded. Hannah giggled against his shoulder. "Do you think we'll ever get tired of doing this?"
He shifted to lay her down on the couch and cover her with his body. "Why don't we find out?"
Hannah sighed as Jake began to nibble her earlobe and trace lazy kisses down her neck. She felt as languorous as a kitten in the warm cabin. Jake had laid a fire in the fireplace before she came home and it added to the ambience. She could stay here forever with Jake, making love and just being together.
As his hand slid up to circle her breast she wondered for a moment whether she could keep up the pace. Surely he couldn't be ready for another round so fast, but … yes, she thought maybe he was. Her own body responded to that idea with more desire than she expected. Normally she needed some recovery time, too, but now a pulse of want beat between her legs and she was warm and wet …