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Pump, shhh, pump, shhh, pump…
“Ow!” The first contact of the milking machine on my breast sends a jolt of erotic pain down my back and into my my toes.
“Shhh. Be good. You’re a good little cow and you’re going to get your milk pumped while I mount you from behind. Just stay still.”
The machine draws deep on my nipples as Eli tugs my ass up and pins my knees wide.
“Good girl. It’s breeding time.”
CHAPTER7
Ruby
The drive here wasawkward.
Marcy was eyeing up Uncle Eli like he was a prime steak—I could practically see drool trailing down her chin—and he growled and muttered words I couldn’t make out as his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel.
And I did what I do best. I sat and said nothing.
“She’s pregnant. Fucking deal with it, Barry.” Eli huffs and shakes his head as he backs Marcy’s father into his own kitchen with a finger jabbing into his chest. Anyone would think this was Eli’s kitchen. “You know who the fucking father is. Everyone does. And perhaps if you gave these kids some support instead of running your mouth off at David every chance you get he’d step up and—”
“I’ll raise my daughter howIfucking choose, mouse, so get the fuck—”
“Barry! I expect that sort of language from a Neanderthal like Eli, but not—”
Both men turn in unison to Marcy’s mom. “Stay out of this!”
“This is between men,” Barry says, his nostrils flaring.
“Nice, Dad!” Marcy puts her hands on her hips, glaring at him. “Very mature!”
Eli sets his jaw, looking around at all of them, and draws a deep breath through his nose. “You know what, Barry? You’re right. This is your fucking family, you fucking deal with them.” He strides past them all, takes my arm and starts us moving for the door. “Come on, we’re going.”
“Talk to you later!” I shout at Marcy as I disappear through the doorway, Eli slamming the massive oak door closed behind us. “You can let go of me now.”
He pauses, turning, then glances down at his hand gripping my arm. He yanks it away like I’m on fire. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to… Are you hurt?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? I never want to hurt you, Ruby.”
I pull up my sleeve and show him my arm. “Look. It’s fine. Let’s just go, can we?”
He heaves a few deep breaths, looking around at Marcy’s front yard with its decorative fruit trees and manicured patches of lawn. Her family once had a farm, too, but not anymore. Their dealership brings in more money than any working farm ever could.
“I’m sorry you don’t have nice things,” he says, and I laugh.
“I have nice things. I have…” I almost sayyou, but stop before I can make a total fool of myself.
Instead I just mumble something about a safe home and a happy life.
Which is true, but…
The nice thing Iwantis standing right in front of me. The gifts he could give me don’t have anything to do with Ford Mustangs or decorative fruit trees. Or even shiny new John Deere harvesters.
I slip my hand into his, and give him the best smile I can muster, then I turn and pull him towards his truck.
He makes sure I’m strapped in, then starts up and pulls away, heading for home.
