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“I’ve already seen you shirtless. You’re beautiful,” I answer softly. I’ve obviously poked at a tender spot on his heart even though I didn’t mean to. Granted, when I did see him shirtless, there was even less light than there is now.
He grunts but pulls off his shirt, grabbing it from behind to tug it over his head. He takes my hand and puts it in the middle of his chest. Instinctively, I stroke his soft hair. I love how big and hairy he is here. It makes that place between my legs tingle to think about.
Only this time I notice something I didn’t when I saw him shirtless last time. Now, I realize his chest is covered in scars. The hair covers a lot of it but now that I’m paying more attention to it, I can feel the jagged lines.
He’s still under my touch, barely breathing. It almost seems as if he’s waiting for me to bolt because he has scars.
Linda mentioned once that her boys came from an abusive home. I hate that someone hurt him, that the scars make him feel ugly and unworthy. “When I saw you shirtless for the first time, do you know what I thought?” I continue without giving him time to answer, “I thought with all of this yummy fur, you looked like a giant bear. Then you came barreling into my life, and I realized you really are my teddy bear.”
He grins, the smile revealing that one crooked tooth I love so much. “Don’t tell anyone that.”
I chuckle and keep stroking his chest. I move my hands lower and lower, brushing through the hair of his happy trail. When I get to the top of his jeans, I lift my fingers and start again at his pecs. “Fine but when we’re alone, you’re my teddy bear.”
He tucks my hair behind my ear. “Deal.”
I reach for the button on his jeans and unzip his pants. Then slowly, I remove his cock. It’s so big and already pulsing. “I can’t wait to feel it inside of me. But first, I need this.”
When I tell him that, I kiss his shaft before licking it all over. He tastes so good, and I love the weight of him in my hand. Finally, I get brave and put the tip of him inside my mouth. He’s big, and it’s a stretch but I keep trying until I can take more of him.
He pulls out before he can come and growls at me, “All fours. Now.”
As I’m scrambling into position, he flips up my dress and yanks my panties down before impaling himself. We both groan the moment he slides home. He takes me quickly, thrusting in and out of my hot channel while gripping my wide hips. The entire time he’s inside of me, he’s saying filthy things.
Just as I’m on the edge, he pinches my swollen nub, and I go up in flames. I feel my body milking him, taking every drop of his come.
After he’s finished filling me up, he takes tender care of me. He spreads us both out on the blankets and covers me up. “Such a good girl,” he croons as he puts a hand possessively on my stomach. “You’re going to take my come and make a baby just for me.”
“What if it takes a little while?” I ask. I started reading about fertility yesterday and how it can take a woman up to a year to conceive the natural way.
“Don’t you worry. I’m going to keep you filled with my come. You’ll be dripping every day until your belly is swollen with my child.”
I smile at the future he’s painting for us. I want a dozen of his kids and a thousand more days on the farm just like this one.
Chapter 12
Barrett
“What do you want to drink? I got water or…water,” Zac says, peering into the mini fridge on his tour bus.
It’s always like stepping into another world when I go to see my brother. He’s a musician. At least, that’s how he sees himself. The world sees him as country music’s golden boy. He pens songs with happy, romantic lyrics and upbeat melodies. Every project he touches in Nashville turns to gold.
But no one knows about golden boy’s struggles. He hasn’t told the world about it. The only evidence is the way his hand shook when he signed autographs tonight after the show. The smiles he gave during the meet-and-greet were forced, but no one else saw it. They all adore him.
I nod and he tosses me the bottle of chilled water. We’re alone together on his bus after the show. Everyone else is out for drinks celebrating. Normally, he’d be there too despite the heavy things he carries.
But this time of year haunts him. It always does. That’s why I dropped Sadie back at her bakery after yesterday’s tour of the farm. I explained that I’d be gone for a few days, and I’d call her every night.
I yank off the cap and take a long swig before asking him how he’s doing.
He flops down on the built-in couch across from me. The two of us have passed a lot of late nights together on this bus. “You know how it is.”
I grunt. That means the nightmares are back for him. He used to wake up screaming for years after. I was the only one who could get through to him. The only one who could calm him.
“Are the pills helping?” I ask, thinking of the anti-anxiety medication he’s been taking for the last two years.
He picks at the edge of his water bottle label with his thumbnail. “How’s Skip?”
“Same as always, I reckon. Met a girl,” I tell him. Nothing I can do for him when he gets into this headspace except distract him.
