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For the past several months, I'd been going to New York every week. It was exhausting as hell, but I wouldn't give it up for anything. We were still only dating, and I had the bluest balls in the combined states of Montana and New York.
I called Isha as soon as I got home, needing to hear her voice and wash the hellish dinner away. I settled down on my porch. In September, as the temperatures began to cool, there was a sense of relief in the air. With the arrival of fall, our workload would surge as we geared up to prepare the herd for the winter ahead. And just when we thought things couldn't get busier, November marked the start of calving season, extending through December. After a brief break, we'd dive right back into it come springtime.
Sure, we had vets on call, but they were only brought in if we had a problem. Making sure the calves were taken care of, doing post-birth health checks…. Christ, just thinking about it was making me fatigued.
Soon, I wouldn’t be able to go see Isha and Flora every Sunday. The ranch and my responsibilities would get in the way. I knew that, and I dreaded telling Isha. She'd immediately think that it was the beginning of the end. I had a business to run…but I'd just have to make it work. I couldn't…wouldn't lose my family. Not this time.
"Guess what?" Isha was excited.
"What?"
"I talked to my old boss at the hospital, and it looks like they'll have an opening early next year."
"You're serious about giving up the partnership?" I asked.
"Yes, because I'll be heading the department of children's physiotherapy, and I get a very nice twenty percent pay raise. Can you believe it?"
I sat up, so fucking impressed with her. "You're amazing, you know that? I'm so proud of you, baby. We have to celebrate."
"Well…I was…ah…."
She stopped talking for the longest time. "Isha?" I prompted.
"Are you coming this weekend?"
"Yes."
"Don't…plan anything for Sunday."
I tensed. "Why?"
"Mick and Art said they'll take Flora Saturday night, and I thought that…I don't know…maybe…."
"You want to spend the night with me, Isha?" Just the thought of it made me hard. I adjusted myself in my pants, excitement bubbling inside me.
"Well…we don't have to. You know what, it's fine, we'll just keep—"
"I can't wait to spend a night with you. I want to hold you all fucking night. Wake up with you. Make love to you. Fair warning, baby, once I'm inside you, I may not want to leave."
I heard her shy laugh, and it made my dick harder, which I didn't think was possible.
A couple weekends ago, I'd fingered her to an orgasm on her couch, and last weekend, she'd given me an amazing hand job. We kissed, hugged, and touched. The foreplay had been going on since our first date in June, so my balls, my dick, and I were ready for some relief.
Chapter 27
Isha
Bikini wax, check. Manicure, check. Pedicure, check. Shaved legs and underarms, check. Hair blow-dried, check. Matching bra and panties with no holes or loose elastic, check.
I looked at myself in the mirror. Rowan would be here in a half hour. He'd called from the airport. He flew commercial. I told him to come straight to the condo and not stop at a hotel.
What are you doing, Isha? I'm playing with fire.
I wore a black dress with an A-line skirt that I knew looked good on me. It cupped my breasts, and skimmed my trembling hands over my stomach and down my ass. I'd never been curvy, but I was filling up. I wasn't twenty-one anymore, that was for sure. I had decent tits, I thought. Six years ago, they were a 32-B, and now they were still a 32-B. I would not win any wet T-shirt contests.
I took a picture of myself and sent it to Mick.
Me: How do I look?
