“Okay, little mama. Let’s have ourselves a baby.”
“What are we going to name it?”
I look over to see Clare holding the lamb as she cleans it off. The labor took hours, and it was rough on all of us, but Fluffy came through like a champ, and now we’ve got the newest addition to the McCallister farm.
“Whatever you want, baby. It’s a girl.”
Clare beams at me, and it’s the sweetest sight. She helps the lamb start to nurse, and once we’ve got them settled, she comes over to my side.
“She looks like a little cotton ball. Can I name her Cotton?”
It’s too much. I wrap her in my arms and hold her to me. “Yes. I think Cotton is perfect. Fluffy and Cotton. It’s nearly too damn cute.”
Clare playfully slaps my arm as we exit the stable, letting the mom and baby get some sleep. We walk hand in hand back to the big house, and by this time, night has fallen upon the farm. All the stars are out, and it feels romantic being out here with her like this.
It took hours to deliver Cotton, and it’s late, but I still remember what she promised me earlier. And I intend to hold her to it.
When we get to the big house and go inside, I turn behind me and flip the lock into place. The sound of it has her turning to look at me, and I can almost feel her heartbeat pick up speed.
“I think we could both use a shower before bed.”
She looks down the hallway where the bedroom and bathroom are and then looks back at me. I can see the nervousness in her eyes, but she nods slightly, and it’s enough to make me go to her. I wrap her in my arms and wait until she looks up at me, locking eyes with my own. I want her to always feel safe with me.
“Let me wash you, baby. Show you just how good I’m going to be to you. Give you a reason to marry me come Friday. Not just because you need to, but because you want to.”
“Cash,” she whispers, and my name comes out with so much behind it. Nervous need and shy desire all mixed together.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, needing to know and needing to hear her say it.
She smiles, and I see it in her eyes before she says it. “Yes.”
I scoop her up and carry her to the master bathroom. I set her down on the counter next to the sink and go to the shower, turning on all the heads to let the water heat up. When that’s finished, I go back to her and see her sitting there biting her lip.
I unbutton my shirt while I kick off my boots. Then I stand there in just my jeans. She bites her lip as she watches me reach for my belt, and it drives me wild. Just having her eyes on me like she can’t look away makes me crazy.
When my belt is undone, I unzip my jeans and push them off my hips along with my boxer briefs. Might as well go ahead and show her all of me, seeing as I’m the last man she’s going to see naked for the rest of her life.
Standing before her naked, my hard, aching cock pointing at her, I feel like a god. She’s looking at me with big eyes. She licks her lips, and it takes everything in me to stay rooted in place.
“Clare.”
Her eyes snap up to mine, and her cheeks burn red as if she’s been caught staring at me. I want her looking, and I hope she likes what she sees, but I need more. I need to get my hands on her.
“Take off your clothes, baby.”
After a second of hesitation, her nervous fingers go to her shirt and start to unbutton it. It’s the sweetest torture. Each button she undoes shows me a little more of her perfection. When she’s finished, she slips it off her shoulders. I walk over to her, unable to hold back. I need to touch her. She’s there in a simple white bra, her soft skin glowing.
I reach down to her feet and help her slip off her boots before she stands up and undoes her shorts. She pushes them off her hips, along with her white cotton panties, and I keep my eyes locked on hers. I don’t want to scare her or make her feel embarrassed, so I don’t look anywhere but in her eyes. I see her move to take her bra off, and once I hear it hit the floor, I take her hand and walk us into the shower.
When the warm water hits us, I pull her to me. She closes her eyes and leans back, letting the warm water run through her hair. I reach up and pull the pins out for her, setting them on the shelf in the shower. Her tight blonde curls fall past her shoulders. I run my fingers through them, and she opens her eyes to look at me.
“Let me wash you,” I whisper, as I reach for the shampoo and go to wash her hair.
The lather builds in my fingers as I massage her scalp, and she moans. I feel her warm, wet body press against mine, my hard cock rubbing against her soft belly. Fuck. I’m going to get to do this every night for the rest of my life.
I have to grit my teeth to keep from cumming all over her there. The feeling of her skin on mine is almost enough to send me over the edge. I didn’t know skin could be so soft. My eyes wander down her body, seeing her full breasts with dark pink nipples in hardened peaks. My mouth waters as I look at them, but I just keep washing her hair and thinking about all I want to do to them. I want to suck on her there, and then rub my cock between them, their full weight squeezing me.
When I’m finished with her hair, I put in some conditioner as well and run my fingers through her curls. I look down between us again and see the head of my cock peeking up against her belly. The sight of it, the head nearly purple with need against her creamy skin, is too much.
Clare’s hands come up to my chest, resting there as I reach for the soap and start to clean her body. The bubbles run between us, creating a slickness between our skin. Her curves slide against my body, making my cock pulse with need. As my hands move down her chest and to her breasts, I give each of her nipples a gentle pinch, feeling her press further against me and moan a little at the treatment.