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I grab the lunch cooler and accept his offered hand. I sit on his lap, and he starts the tractor, driving it through the corn maze until we’re driving through eight-foot corn stalks.
“It’s kind of creepy in here,” I say.
“I’ll keep you safe.”
He stops us a good way in where he still has to plow, so that we’re surrounded by vegetation. “We’re gonna have to be resourceful here.” He kisses my neck. “Straddle me. And lift that dress.”
I’m wearing more dresses now because Jude loves them, and it makes it so easy to fool around since we can’t seem to keep our hands off one another. We’re certainly making up for lost time.
I swing my leg over his lap, but he holds me steady on my hips. “Get me out.”
I smile at his order, and my hands go to his belt buckle. I’ve mastered undoing his belt and pants since our wedding. I slide down his pants and pull his dick out of his boxer briefs. The sight of it standing thick, tall, and proud makes me wet. We haven’t had sex in two days since Melody was here. I stayed up late with her both nights, and Jude went to bed since he gets up so early.
He runs his finger between my legs. “How are you already wet?”
“I feel like I’m always wet around you.”
“Such a great problem to have.” He smirks and eases me down on him.
I sink down, and he fills me inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside me. God, I missed this so much. I place my hands on his shoulders and grind my hips forward and back.
“Shit, you feel amazing, Sadie.”
“So do you.” I inch forward, pressing my lips to his.
We spend the next fifteen minutes having fun in the tractor in the middle of the corn maze field. I’ll never look at it the same again. Then afterward, I feed him lunch and spend my afternoon plowing the corn maze with him.
Melody has no idea what she’s missing. Farm life is incredible.
Jude leaves before the sun is fully up. I hate waking up without him, but that’s the life of a farmer’s wife. I run my hand over Jude’s pillow and find a bouquet of wildflowers and a note.
I sit up and open the envelope. His scribbled handwriting warms my chest.
Sadie,
Date night. Be ready at six.
Yours,
Jude
We’re finally going on a real date. Not just pizza or ice cream or one of us making dinner. We’ve been so busy with everything that we haven’t gone on an actual date, and I’m so excited. I pick up the bouquet of flowers and hold them to my chest. Could life be any better? I don’t think so.
When the scent of the flowers hits my nostrils, nausea gurgles in my stomach. I gag on vomit rising up my throat.
Tossing the flowers aside, I run to the bathroom, falling to my knees and wrapping my arms around the porcelain toilet. For a moment, the nausea settles, but a second later, it rushes back, and I throw up in the toilet. By the time I’m done, my throat burns, and I sit back on my heels. My stomach feels a little better now. I touch my forehead, wondering if I’m coming down with something, but I’m not clammy or hot.
“What the hell?” I say, flushing the toilet and standing.
I turn on the shower, rinse my mouth with water, then brush my teeth, but after spitting out the toothpaste, the feeling returns, and I’m back at the toilet.
I’ve had the IUD for six months and haven’t had a period since, so I can’t be pregnant. I must have caught a cold. I shower, and afterward, I feel so much better that I’m even more baffled by the sickness.
I work on my computer for a couple of hours and make myself some lunch, wondering if something made me sick from dinner last night. Another thought comes to mind—Jude squeezing my breasts last night, and it hurt a little. I grab my breasts. My nipples are sensitive.
No.
I can’t be.
