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  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.

  “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.

  “I’m small,” I hear her soft whisper.

  I cup her breast in my hand. “Looks like you’re a perfect fit to me,” I tell her, then slide my thumb across her nipple.

  “Cash.”

  My name echoes off the tile of the shower as I move down her body and kneel before her. From this view, I can see all of her. Her narrow hips and thighs and the small blonde patch of curls that covers her pussy. The little crease in the middle is so sweet, I want to open it up and taste what she’s got in there for me. Her hard clit and sticky nectar are just waiting for my mouth.

  Instead of taking her into my mouth like I want to, I gently wash her there and then move down to her thighs and feet. I’m trying to control my need, though it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

  Once she’s completely cleaned, I soap up as fast as I can so I can get us out of the shower. Her hands start to wander on my chest, but I have to stop her.

  “Not yet, baby. If you touch me too much, I won’t be able to stop. And I made a promise to myself and to us that I’d wait until you were all mine to take you.” I kiss the palms of her hands and lead us out of the shower, drying her off and then drying myself off.

  When we’re all finished, I scoop her u
p in my arms and carry her out to our bed. I pull back the covers and place her down on the sheets, and I climb on top of her. We’re completely naked, and it would be so easy for me to slip inside her little body, but I don’t. I’ll give her as much pleasure as I can tonight, and then I’ll hold her while she sleeps. I’m not sure she can take me, so this may be all we ever have. As much as I want to put my cock fully inside her, I don’t want to risk hurting her.

  “My God. How did I get so lucky?”

  Her blush hits her cheeks and creeps down her chest. I see her make a move to cover herself, but I gently push her hands away.

  “No, baby. Don’t hide. Not from me.” Leaning down, I kiss her lips softly and then move to her neck. “You’re too beautiful. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

  I keep moving lower until I reach her breasts. I take a nipple into my mouth and suck it a little, then nibble on her there, feeling her squirm under me. I take my time loving one breast and then the other. I lick all around her there, in between them and underneath, where she’s softest. When I’ve tasted every inch of her, I move lower, kissing her soft belly and taking little bites of her there. Clare giggles and moves under me, and I smile against her skin.

  “Cash, that tickles!”

  I rub the stubble of my beard against her, pulling another giggle out of her. I love the sound. It’s like music to my ears, and I want to keep hearing it for the rest of my life.

  When I move lower and my mouth goes to the top of her mound where her small blonde curls are, her breathing picks up and the giggle turns into a moan. I press my nose there, inhaling her sweet apple scent, and my tongue comes out, wanting to taste it. I press on her thighs and they nervously open for me. I look up to see the blush on her cheeks, and I place another kiss there while locking eyes with her. I moan at the feeling, and she shudders under me, her little body loving my mouth on her.

  “Cash.”

  “It’s okay, baby. I’ll give you what you need.” I rub my hands on the inside of her thighs, trying to calm her down.

  “No. I just mean. I’ve never done this before.” I look up and see her blush deepen. “I’ve…” She takes a breath and then puts her hands over her face as if not looking at me makes me disappear. “I’m a virgin. I’ve never done anything like this. Hell, you’re my first kiss.”

  Hearing her words makes my hard cock leak a little cum. Knowing I’m her first, and her last, makes my inner caveman roar with pride. I wouldn’t have cared if she’d been with a hundred men, but knowing that it’s only going to be me makes some of the jealousy I didn’t even realize was there melt away. I want her to know there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a gift she’s giving me. I’ll treasure it. Make sure this is perfect for her.

  “Thank you, Clare. I take everything you’ve given me as a gift. You’re more important to me than I thought possible. I’ll make sure this is good for you. I’ll be so good to you.” Her hands slip away and she looks at me. I kiss the inside of her thigh and then move my mouth towards her core. “Just let me take care of you, baby.” I’m going to show her.

  My mouth comes down on her pussy, and the sweet taste of her nectar hits my tongue. I give her long licks up and down her clit, wanting to taste every single inch of her. I suck on her lower lips and move my tongue down to her tight entrance. I slide my finger in just a little. I can feel her hymen there, tight and firm. She’s so little and closed up, it will be nearly impossible for me to even get the tip of my cock in.

  As if she hears my thoughts, her hips move against my face inviting me into her. She moves up and down against my mouth, taking her pleasure from me. Something about this innocent girl working her pussy against my tongue gets me even hotter. It’s as if her body is coming to life before me, and the ache in my cock starts to pulse with bittersweet pain.

  Ignoring my cock, and probably blue balls, I go back to eating her pussy. I grab her thighs, digging my fingers into the soft skin there, and bury my face against her, trying to get as much of her into my mouth as I can. It’s only moments before she’s tensing under me and her hands go to my hair. She grips me hard like she’s trying to pull me off of her, only to end up holding me tighter to her.

  As I suck on her clit just a little, her back bows off the bed and she skyrockets over the edge. I feel her pussy pulse against my mouth as her orgasm tears through her. She moans my name through gritted teeth, and all I can think about is how intense it must be for her. Having my mouth on her sweet little pussy as she cums on my face is all I can stand. I feel the cold wetness between my thighs, and I realize I’ve cum on myself. I tried to hold off and keep it together, but she was too much. Her perfect taste, feeling her underneath me, hearing her sounds…I couldn’t control myself.

  When I feel her relax under me, I look up and smile. My smile grows even bigger when I see her passed out. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open, deep breaths coming from her.

  I quietly get up and clean up my cum as best as I can before climbing back into bed with her. I spoon her warm body, and she doesn’t so much as blink an eye when I pull the covers over us and turn off the light.

  I feel the smile on my face as she hums in her sleep. I know that I’ve given her that peace. I just wish there was a way for me to tell her how special that was for me.

  Chapter 9

  Clare

  I look at myself in the mirror and can’t believe how well the pearl-white dress fits me. I’d only had to take it in just a little in the hips to get it to fit just right, landing just above my knees. The dress flares out but nips in the closer you get to the waist. The top molds to my body and gives a hint of cleavage that’s shadowed by white sheer lace running up my neck and around the back, leaving my arms bare.

  The day after we’d gotten our marriage license, I had some free time. I’d already cleaned every inch of the house, so that afternoon while my lasagna baked in the oven, I went looking around and found the attic.

  The whole area was filled with boxes. Things that belonged to Cash’s mom and dad were all boxed and stored away. Now I’d understood why most of the house seemed so bare. He’d put a lot of it away. I found a box labeled wedding, and I just couldn’t help myself. I opened it to find a simple white wedding dress and a wedding album.

  I knew from the first page it was Cash’s mom and dad. He looked just like his father. The resemblance was uncanny. They looked so in love. In every picture he was looking at her like she’d just hung the moon. It was truly beautiful and it made me wonder if they would have liked me. I know how much something like that would mean to Cash. It was easy to see how much they’d meant to him. I could tell whenever he talked about them or this farm.

  Cash caught me up there. His eyes flashed with something when he saw me on the floor, the album in my lap. That’s when I knew. All this was up here because it was hard to look at. It compounded the loneliness he’d told me about. And when he told me I should wear the dress, that he wanted me to bring something down from the attic said a lot. It signaled that he was moving on from this loss. Moving on with me. We’d both lost our families, but we’re ready to start our own. The past is a lot easier to take when we’re together.

  I don’t know if he knew what it meant for him to say that to me. I knew he’d given me the ring already, but this somehow felt different. It was more intimate. It made me feel like I belonged here and that I was becoming a McCallister in more than just name.

  I run my fingers through my hair for the millionth time. The curls won’t let me do anything with them today. They seem to have a mind of their own. I was going to pin it back, but Cash asked me before he left if I’d leave it down.

  I went to protest but found myself flat on my back, his face between my legs. It’s something he’s doing a lot lately. He brought me to orgasm twice before I tossed in the white flag. Not that it mattered. When I’d gone to the bathroom later, all my bobby pins were gone. He seemed to have a fascination with my wild curls that had me liking th
em more and more by the day. He was always playing with them or cuddling his face in them while he slept. Wrapping them around his finger, then letting them go, fascinated by their corkscrew shape.

  I smile at the reminder. It’s hard to believe I only met this man four days ago. My life has changed so much over these four days. The things he makes me feel fill parts of me that I didn’t even know were there. Parts I didn’t realize were longing to be filled.

  Grabbing my little purse, I slip on my white flats and head out of the bedroom and towards the front door. Cash said he was going to run next door to talk to the Johnsons about something. No more fences had been broken the past couple of days, and Sammy was safely back home. But last night someone broke into the barn and released six horses. The men were out hunting them down, and Cash was aggravated but trying to keep his cool.

  Flipping the lock, I open the door and let out a little squeak when I see a man I don’t know standing there. His hand is up in the air like he was about to knock.

  “Sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says removing his Stetson to reveal short blond hair.

  “I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect anyone to be standing there when I opened the door.”

  He smiles as his dark eyes run up and down my body like he’s taking me in. It gives me a creepy feeling.

  “I’m Billy Buckman, the foreman over at the Johnson farm.” He reaches out his free hand.

  “Mrs. Clare McCallister,” I return, taking his hand. When I go to pull it back, he gives it a little squeeze like he might not let it go, but does.

  “Not yet.” He half smiles like it’s a cute little joke, and it makes me narrow my eyes.

  “I suggest you take a step back, Mr. Buckman. My husband doesn’t like others in the house when he’s not here.”

  “I didn’t realize you two were married yet,” he says, ignoring my words.

  I slip past him, pulling the door closed behind me, making him take a few steps back. I take a few of my own in the other direction, trying to get some distance from him.