I feel her fingers go to the nape of my neck as she pulls me closer to her. It’s as if she can’t get enough either. Her legs tighten and the ridge of my cock starts to grind against her as the kiss turns into more than I ever intended. Well, who am I kidding? I always want more than just a kiss when it comes to Clare.
This quick moment turns into so much more as we cling to one another, trying to get as close as possible. My lips need more, so I move them down her neck and lick her there, wanting even more of her sweetness.
“You haven’t even tasted dinner and you’re doing this. What will you do after you’ve tasted it?”
Clare’s words are coming out in little gasps as my tongue moves lower.
“I think we both know what’s going to happen after I get one bite.”
She moans and grinds against me, teasing us both into a frenzy.
“Cash,” she whispers, and it’s then I have to pull back.
Hearing my name on her lips is so intimate and filled with sex that I don’t want to risk anyone overhearing it.
Taking my lips away from her neck, I look into her eyes and see just how much she needs me.
“You want more, baby?”
Clare licks her lips and nods her head rapidly without hesitation.
“Tonight. You’re in my bed. I won’t take you until you’re mine on paper. But I want you in my bed tonight.”
She nods her head again, taking in air fast and hard as if out of breath.
“I want you to show me what’s mine. And I want a taste. You won’t deny me, will you?”
It’s not a question, but she closes her eyes and nods, as if the thought is too much to handle.
I let her down slowly as my hard cock rubs as much of her as it can. I want to rub it all over her naked body, but now is not the time. After a second, we both smile at one another. The hurried tension is gone and a comfortable need settles between us. After she’s got her clothes back into place and I’ve adjusted the beast in my jeans, I take her hand and pull her out of the pantry and over to the where everyone is eating dinner.
I help her settle down in my lap at the head of the table, serving us two plates of her delicious food.
“Eat, baby,” I whisper in her ear. She’s so tiny. She could afford to have a little more weight on her, and I’m going to make sure that happens.
All the guys are talking and laughing, enjoying the home-cooked meal. It warms my heart and makes this place feel complete. Squeezing Clare closer to me, I smile as we eat. All the men rave about her cooking. I’m filled with pride, and jealousy but I try to let the pride win out. She’s the best thing that’s happened to this place since I can remember, so I focus on the positive instead of being an asshole about it.
Suddenly, Brandon comes into the dining room, and my arm around Clare tightens.
“Sorry to interrupt, boss, but looks like Fluffy is breech. I think I might need you on this.”
Brandon doesn't so much as look at Clare. This goes a long way to ease some of my unwarranted irritation with him. He’s a good worker, and I like having him around. It’s just going to take some time to get used to having Clare and my jealousy in the same room.
“I’ll take care of it.” I look over at Clare, thinking this might be something she wants to see. “You want to come watch, baby?”
“Sure. I’ve helped a few times with the animals. I’ll see what I can do.”
We stand up, and I take Clare’s hand, pulling her behind me.
“Go ahead, clean up, and get yourself some chow. We’ll take care of Fluffy tonight.” Looking over to Earl, I see him nod his head. I know he’ll take care of things in the house and make sure whoever is on clean up does their job.
Pulling Clare behind me, we walk towards the barn closest to the house. I hold her hand as we walk, and the simple action makes me smile. It’s weirdly comfortable and feels like something we do every day instead of something that’s completely new to us.
“So who’s Fluffy?” Clare asks as we enter the barn.
“She’s one of the ewes we keep around here as kind of a pet. We don’t have enough to really make money off their wool, so we donate it to the knitting group in town and they make use of it.” I walk Clare to the back stable and see the ewe lying down.
When we go over to her, she’s a bit skittish, but I put my hand on her and feel her belly. The lamb has indeed turned from what I feel, and I look to see how close she is to labor.
Looking up, I see Clare get down in the hay with Fluffy and put her head in her lap. She starts to gently stroke her and make soft sounds to try to calm the soon-to-be mother.
“It’s too late for me to turn the lamb, so she’s going to have to deliver feet first. This is going to be painful for the mama, so if you want to help, you’ll need to hold her for me.”
Clare looks up and I see sadness on her face, but it’s quickly banished and she nods, now determined to help. She holds Fluffy and starts talking to her as if she’s a real mama about to give birth.
“You can do this, Fluffy. I know you can. Be brave. We’ve got you.”
Seeing her like this melts something inside of me, and the thought of her having our babies runs through my head. I shake it off before I can fall too far over the edge, thinking I need to concentrate on what we’re about to do. I’ve delivered a few breech animals before, but it’s never easy. We’ve lost a few mamas before, so there’s always worry with this kind of thing.