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I call out for the brats but neither of the twins answer to my calls. Typical. They’re sweet kids, really, until I need them for something and then they’re nowhere to be seen. There is only one place they could be, so I drop my bag and storm out to the barn. They won’t help pick up their toys but they’re always carrying rakes and helping with the outdoor chores.
“Roland!” I shout, fuming. I storm into the barn to find my husband lying on hay, sleeping. I watch him with envy, wishing that I could climb in beside him and fall asleep, but I can’t.
Unwilling to watch him enjoy peace when I am literally up my tits with shit to do, I nudge him awake with the toe of my boot, ready to vent but when his eyes open and he fixes those gray eyes on me, I forget how to breathe.
Everything but the man disappears, and I forget what it is I came to do here.
Children. Yes, those. Where the hell are they?
“The kids …” I start. My mind grows muddled the longer he stares at me. It’s like the first day all over again. It’s as though I haven’t spent seven years of my life waking up beside this man.
My worst and good days have been spent with him by my side and yet, each time he looks at me like he’s doing now, I lose sight of everything that isn’t him.
“Oscar took them to the pond,” he says, referring to the farmhand I’d pushed him to hire a year ago.
“But Andy’s running a fever.”
“It broke this morning,” he says, getting up and stepping towards me and cupping my jaw with his rough but gentle hand. “You are so stubborn. You should have let me watch after him last night. Instead, I had to stay up and watch youbothwhen one of us could have gotten some sleep.”
“What about Molly, she was complaining …”
“Hey, the kids are fine. They were in high spirits when they left with Oscar,” he says. “You, on the other hand, look like you could use more sleep.”
I really could but I don’t have time for that. I had no idea becoming a veterinarian was going to be so much work, but it’s worth it. It’s what I’ve always dreamed of doing and it’s all thanks to Roland. He did more than that though. Although he denies being a part of it, I have a sneaking suspicion that he’s the reason my father and George got arrested for money laundering. The fact that it happened a mere weeks after rescuing me from my kidnapping makes me believe that he had a hand in the arrest. I’ve never been able to confirm it though.
I never thought that my car running out of gas on a dusty country road would lead me into the arms of the man I love. I’m still the happiest I have ever been.
“I can’t sleep, not right now,” I say. “I need to leave. I have visits scheduled for today and …”
My words are cut off when he leans in and presses his lips hotly against mine. My eyes flutter closed as he deepens the kiss, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me flush against him.
“Roland, I’m going to be late,” I whine into the kiss, but only halfheartedly as I wrap my arms around his neck and draw him even closer.
“I can make it quick,” he says gruffly before turning me around to face the wall. I don’t get to react before he drops to his knees behind me and he pulls my jeans and underwear down my thighs.
“Roland,” I breathe out, my sex already aching with need to feel his touch. “I can’t be late.”
“I’ll be quick, I promise,” he says, his breath hot against my skin.
I cry when his tongue drags over my center. Ten years of being with the man and his touchstillreduces me back into a whimpering mess. I’m wet and aching for him instantly.
I brace my hand over the wall as he licks every inch of me, his tongue licking into me, wrenching his name out of my throat. I clamp my hand over my mouth to muffle the cry that slips out as he starts to fuck me with his tongue. When he slants his head and plunges his tongue inside of me, I bite into my hand, no doubt bruising it as pleasure shoots up my spine.
How does it get better every time?
Suddenly, he stops and gets up, crowding my back as he lowers his zipper. I moan at the sensation of his erection pressing against me, my pussy quivering with the need to feel him inside of me.
“How long do we have?” he whispers roughly into my ear. My mind is a fog and I don’t make sense of what is happening when he lifts my wrist to his face. “It’s a quarter to ten, when does your appointment start?”
“Um—” I whimper, dazed as I try pushing back onto his cock, but he doesn’t let me. His hand holds my hips still.
“Tell me, sweetheart, when does your appointment start?”
“T-ten.” my voice is heavy with desire, confused by the dumb questions when I just need him to put out the fire he started.
“We should hurry then,” he growls, just as he starts thrusting into my wetness and impaling me with his cock. I cry out, my legs threatening to give out and a shudder break through.
“Roland, fuck—”
