Ever, Sarah (16 page)

I watched his back as he walked back to the car and took the two overnight bags out walking them into the large white house.

I pulled Jez by her bridle and we walked side by side along the railing. I gave her some more of the apple to eat, and she gave me some more love.

Needless to say, there was a whole lot of flashing going on in my little brain; a whole light show’s worth.

I sat on a hay bale and laughed as she ran from one end of the grid to the other.

Show off!

She stopped by me when she needed another sweet treat then continued to show off. When Brad came out of the house, I got up and walked over to that side of the pen with Jez following close behind. It was just like Brad and my mother said. She followed me around like a puppy, and I loved every second.

I saw him open the trunk of the car and grab out the basket and the case.

He looked up and saw me.

“Hungry?” He called out.

“What do you think?” I laughed.

“Come on, let’s go eat.”

I opened the gate and walked out, making sure to close it behind me.

“I’ll be back in a little bit Jez. Then I’ll give you a bath and a good brushing down.” I rubbed her neck and face. “Sound good?” She lifted her head and shook it as if she understood every word. “That’s a good girl. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

I kissed her head and walked towards Brad. She snorted, and then ran off to play.

“Looks like you two have a lot to catch up on.” He put his arm around my shoulder as we walked towards the plowed field.

When we got there, we spread the tablecloth out under the shade of a big apple tree and set up our lunch.

I took out the plates and the silverware. Brad opened the case and stuck the long spikes into the ground. Then he placed the ice bucket and the wine on top of the ‘table’ as well as two glasses.

Next he opened two containers containing fresh fruit and cheese, cut into bite sized chucks. Then the container that held the lukewarm fried chicken and potato salad.

“Wow. This smells amazing. Is this what you went into that country store to pick up?”

“It is. You especially love their fried chicken and potato salad.”

I took one bit out of the chicken leg and instantly knew why.

“Soooo good.” I mumbled, drool amassing at the corners of lips, my mouth full of crispy chicken.

“Wine?”

“Please. Yes, please.” I covered my mouth and laughed. This was literally the most perfect day I could remember. Which, I know, coming from me, wasn’t saying much, but it was damned near perfect!

After I stuffed myself with chicken and potato salad, grapes, cheese, crisp, cool watermelon and sweet wine, I lay back reveling in the warmth of the sun. I don’t think I lasted ten minutes before I passed out and fell asleep.

I awoke to a gentle kiss on my neck that trailed up to my cheek. I kept my eyes closed, loving the feel of the warm tongue licking softly at my earlobe. I slowly opened my eyes to find Brad leaning over me, and there was no mistaking the look of desire in his eyes. When I turned to face him, his lips tentatively, gently claimed mine, but underneath the controlled gentleness was raw desire. I raised my arms up and wrapped them around his neck.

“Hi there.” I smiled against his mouth.

“I’ve been watching you sleep, you’re so beautiful. Just looking at you is making me half crazed.” He took one of my arms and pulled my hand down placing it over his erection.

“Only half crazed?” I said sleepily.

He lifted my light sweater and caressed the top of my breast. His finger, as if on cruise control, teased my nipples. I immediately felt the pull in my core. He pulled one of my breasts out of my bra, and before I could say a word, his mouth claimed my nipple and he sucked until it hardened to a taut peak. His other hand released my hand and made its way to the other breast teasing that nipple.

I raised my hips and rubbed myself against his hardness and was rewarded with a throaty moan against my breast. The sound sent a shiver throughout my entire body. He knelt and as soon as his mouth released my nipple, I was sorry for the interruption.

He reached down and unzipped my pants, pulling my boots off then my pants. He did the same to himself and his erection sprung up once he released it from its constriction. I wrapped my fingers around it and his entire body went rigid. I ran my finger over the crest and felt a small beading of liquid. I rubbed the tip of my finger gathering as much as I could and lifted it to my mouth. His eyes never left mine.

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. I raised my knees up and spread my legs and he crawled between them kneeling over me.

“No. Let me.” I whispered hoarsely. It was a command and he relinquished his lead. I sat up and pushed him onto his back kneeling between his legs. Lowering myself down, I took him into my mouth. The taste of him was heady and I began to lose myself. I ran my tongue down his length, and scraped my teeth along his shaft. A moan escaped his lips and the sound of his yielding automatically instigated me to keep going. I loved that I was doing something for him.

Something that turned him on. Made him squirm and moan.

I began lifting my head up and down the length of him, running my tongue along the tip and down the side. I found a spot, right under the head, that was soft and super sensitive and concentrated my tongue directly on that spot. I started pumping my hand up and down as I took him in and out of my mouth.

I was moving faster now; his hips met my mouth thrust for thrust. His hands rested gently on my head and guided me, controlling the speed of my sucking. After a few moments, he froze and I looked up. I was afraid that maybe he spotted someone, or perhaps someone had seen us, but when I saw the look in his eyes, I was sure that wasn’t the case.

“I want to come inside you.”

I lifted my body back into a kneeling position and he sat up. He pulled me onto his lap and inserted himself deep into me. I sat straddling him, my legs wrapped behind him, as he began to rock his hips.

My orgasm was coming with a ferocity I couldn’t describe even if I could find the words, and I rocked my hips like a woman on a mission. With his hands on my hips and his mouth on mine, he rocked into me until I screamed his name, the sound falling into his mouth. I bit down on his lip as the overwhelming sensation crawled up my body, from my clutching toes, to my heaving breasts. I rubbed them quickly against the matting of hair on his chest and pushed my pelvis against his.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back planting kisses on my neck, trailing the tip of his tongue along my oversensitive skin. He stiffened and stopped, but his grip on my hips tightened and I felt him pulse inside me. His hands climbed up my back and he wrapped me tightly in his arms as if he intended to pull me into him. I heard his heavy breathing against my chest and neck as he nuzzled me and when his breathing evened he resumed kissing my neck and cheeks softly.

“Christ Sarah, I need you. I need to be inside you. It’s where I belong.”

I rubbed his head as I held it to my breast and whispered. “I need you too, Brad. I need you too.”

He lay me back down and stretched out next to me, his hand exploring my body, his fingers flitted over my breasts, and then drifted down my body, drawing circles on my belly just before they slowly slipped into me. I nearly screamed out in pleasure as they began moving inside me, and I felt the pull from the center of my core tighten once again as his deft fingers brought me to climax. I cried out, tears ran down the sides of my face as the intensity of each wave washing over me took me higher and higher.

“You’re mine.”

Two simple words that meant so much.

And I loved hearing them.

He slowly removed his fingers and I sat up. His profile, silhouetted by the sun, was stunning. Everything about this man was stunning. I was in constant shock that he loved me. I closed my eyes and tried so hard to remember, and all I ended up with was a headache, and a very contented body.

We got dressed and put away our picnic lunch and made our way back to the house.

I followed him up the stairs and once we reached the top, he pulled my hand, dragging me willingly behind him. He turned on the water and pulled me into the giant shower in the master bathroom, and without saying a word, or sharing a sly look, we washed each other and loved each other and worshipped each other’s body until we were too tired to stand. When we got out and dried off, we each donned one of the white soft micro terry robes that hung on the hooks in the bathroom.

We made our way downstairs where Brad lit a fire and then opened more wine. Both of us sat quietly, me between his legs with my back resting against his chest. He had one arm around me and one arm holding his glass. It was perfect. I leaned my head back and found the spot in the center of his chest. He brought his chin down and rested it on top my head. It was like a movie. It was perfect. In fact, everything was perfect!

              We picked on leftovers and made love on the blanket Brad threw over the rug in front of the fire, where we lay caressing each other’s body until the fire died. Afterwards he carried me in his arms upstairs and lay me softly down on the bed. He removed his robe and climbed in next to me and stayed with me all night; his body lying up against my body, his arm possessively around my midsection.

              The next morning, I woke up to find him gone. His side of the bed cold, but the scent of fresh coffee wafted up the stairs into the bedroom, and seemingly hung over the bed where I lay. The coolness of the spring morning seeped into the room through the slightly open window and I wrapped the robe around me tighter. Inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes, loving the smell of hay, clean air, horses and coffee.

              When the temptation got to be too much, I got up and dressed, purposefully putting my riding pants and cable knit sweater on, in the hopes that Brad would let me ride Jez. Ever since spending time with her yesterday, all I wanted to do was ride her, with the wind in my hair. Carrying my boots in my hands, I quietly made my way downstairs formulating a thousand reasons he should let me ride her in my mind.

I heard voices in the kitchen and stopped on the stairs, wondering to myself who was here. It took me a few seconds to realize that Brad was talking on the phone, and he was straining to keep his voice low. I had to struggle to hear what he was saying, and even then I was only able to catch every couple of words.

“She’s fine…doesn’t seem to remember much…yes, that is good…acting normal…Jez, that was comical…making small progress…will keep you up…of course I’m watching her…Always...I’ll speak with you in a little while, I think I hear her moving around upstairs.”

I froze. I wasn’t sure what the fragmented, one-sided conversation, I’d heard meant. I don’t know whom he was speaking to. All I know is that I got an uneasy feeling that settled in the pit of my stomach grinding out any appetite I may have had.

Chapter Thirteen

I dropped a boot and cursed. He was putting his phone down onto the counter when I walked in.

“What are you dressed for?” He asked.

“I should think that would be apparent.”