just for the record, we are OVER, trevor. i dont ever want to hear from u again. have a great life, deadbeat
Clutching my belly, I stumble out the back door. The last thing I need is to have to explain to Mini why I'm bawling my eyes out.
I run down the lane and trip my way into the barn before anyone manages to see me.
Chapter 21
Jakob
I always enjoy a cool midday rinse in the tin shower just off at the back of the barn while the animals are out grazing. A nice shower in the early afternoon is like hitting the reset button, allowing me to face the rest of the day fresh.
And boy, do I need a reset.
I worked hard in the fields this morning, watering and weeding my crops. Then, I had another meeting with that useless tool of a bank manager in town. The meeting was cut short when I called him as much. So the bath was welcome and needed.
I stand concealed by tall bales of hay in the back corner as I slip into a fresh shirt and some work pants. I scrub my towel over my head to soak up the water clinging to my hair. Man — I feel refreshed.
Ruckus outside of the barn catches my attention. I hurriedly button up my shirt as the double doors fly open. Lily comes bursting inside and throws herself against a thick wooden pillar in the middle of the room as the doors flap shut with a bang.
She doesn't see me. Her face is buried in her hands. Her shoulders shake with her sobs. She slides down until she's crouched on the ground, hair curtaining her face as she cries. I can't make out the words she's groaning but I can hear her pain loud and clear.
A part of me wants to slip out the back door or hide behind the hay until she gets sick of crying and leaves, but I find myself walking toward her, kneeling in front of her, placing my hands on her shoulders.
She startles at the contact. "Jakob. I—I'm sorry. I didn't realize anyone was here." She stands. "I shouldn't be slacking. I'm sorry. I'll get back to work. I don't know what I was think—" She rises, brushing hay off of her knees.
I stand too. ”Hey, hey. Slow down," I say in a low voice, trying my best to be soothing.
Her red-rimmed gaze stays fixed to the ground as she digs the toe of her worn-out boot into the dirt.
"What's going on?" I question. I should mind my business. She’s an employee and I don't mingle with employees. It's one of the pillars of my business. Getting friendly with a worker opens the door to all kinds of inappropriate behavior. That foot rub I gave the other day is a glaring example.
But somewhere deep down, I know I'd love to get inappropriate with Lily Monroe.
Her eyes rise to mine and she explodes into tears. "The engagement ring wasn't meant for me. I'm pregnant with his baby and the engagement ring was never meant for me." Her voice cracks under the heaviness of this rejection and she collapses against my chest.
Shit — I've never been good at this. I don't get close to people. I'm not the kind of man who goes around comforting broken-hearted women that I know nothing about. But I can't just walk away from her.
She's a good woman. A beautiful woman. Seeing her like this makes me want to find whoever is responsible for her heartache and shove my fist down his throat.
So, for her sake, I decide to try out the whole 'comforting' thing.
"Shhh..."I whisper against her hair, unable to ignore the tingle in my cock. It may be wrong as fuck but I can't help myself. This girl is freaking warm and soft. And she smells like dessert.
Her fingernails sink into my pecs as she clings to my shirt, her tears penetrating the fabric.
"Don't cry, Lily. It's not good for the baby.”
And that only makes her cry harder. "I'm having his baby. How could he not love me?" Her cadence is hoarse and sad. My chest goes tight at the sound. She deserves better than this. She shouldn't be crying in a damp, musky barn, falling apart in some stranger's arms.
She deserves to be happy.
I hook my finger under her chin and lift her face to me. There's nothing but devastation in her eyes. Utter heartbreak. "He's an idiot, Lily. He's an idiot for not loving you."
She shakes her head. "How am I supposed to do this on my own?" she wails. "How am I supposed to raise a child alone? I don't have any money. I don't even have a place of my own to live. He took care of all my bills. He said he'd handle everything until I finished my internship and got a job. But now, he doesn't want me and his baby." Her breath sputters out like she's having a panic attack right here in my arms.
"Calm down," I whisper. But she continues to hyperventilate. It's getting worse by the second.
So, I do the first thing that comes to my mind.
My hands tunnel into her silky hair and I tilt her face up to mine. My mouth rushes down on hers, greedily and urgently. My eyes squeeze shut as I savor her warmth and her femiminity.
It's been so long since I've had a woman this close and I feel like I'm drowning in the essence of her. The dizziness in my head. The unsteadiness in my knees. The erraticness in my heart. It's been so long since I felt anything like it. And I'm starving for it, even as it swallows me up. So I shut out all the reasons why I shouldn't be kissing the pregnant girl I just hired to care for my sick grandmother.
Her hands clasp tightly around my wrists. Afraid that she might push me away, I kiss her deeper, angling her face and sweeping my tongue between her lips.
God, I'm a selfish bastard.
But my fears of her pulling back are unfounded. She comes closer, pressing her little body against me, abandoning herself to this moment. She tastes just as sweet as she smells. And she's so soft. How can a person be so soft? Every single inch over her is soft.
Aside from the solid little bulge of her stomach.
Wait — what the fuck am I doing?
I stumble backward, pulling away from her. My pulse gallops under my skin. I feel perspiration crawling down my back. What the fuck is wrong with me?
This is Brittany Delaney all over again. Do I have a fetish for pregnant chicks or something?
"Fuck. I'm sorry," I whisper as shame rises into my chest. What kind of man takes advantage of a pregnant woman?
She breathes my name as she touches her fingertips to her lips. "Jakob..." Enormous blue irises peer up at me from under pale lashes. Buttery gold ringlets frame her freckled face. But with her curvy little frame, it would be blasphemy to call her 'cute'. She's all woman.
A woman that isn't mine, I remind myself.
I continue to back away. "I'm so sorry. You just needed a friend, and I —"
Expect her to turn and run out of here. Instead she steps closer.
God, she's tiny.
She looks up at me with her eyes watering and her lips trembling. "Kiss me again..."
I shake my head. Did I hear her right?
"Kiss me again..." she implores in a hoarse whisper.
That's a really tempting offer. But I shouldn't. I shouldn't kiss her.
I really want to, though.
Am I taking advantage of a delicate situation? I don't know. All I know is I want to feel those soft pink lips again, trembling against mine.
Her eyes beg. Her body shakes with lust and sadness and need. She wants me right now.
I have two choices. I could stand here and rationalize about the ethics of touching a woman who's carrying some other man's child. Or I could give her what she needs.
She needs me. Every delicate shivering inch of her needs every rough rugged inch of me.
She needs me.
I'm not thinking anymore and my body is acting of its own volition. One abrupt movement, and she's in my arms and my lips are sealing over hers. Lust vibrates all through me as I press her into me and devour her mouth.
I'm a fucking animal.
Her tongue licks against mine as her arms bracket my waist. Her fingertips flirt with the hem of my T-shirt before finding my skin, scorching my flesh with her gentleness.
She moans as her digits pad over the planes of my stomach. I moan, too. It feels damn good to be touched by
a woman. It's a feeling I had let myself forget but with Lily's hands on me, the memory comes flooding back.
Her hands scale my sides and circle around my back. She rises onto her toes as she clings to my shoulders.
This little woman…
My hands leave her hair and travel down the curve of her spine. I palm her ass, roughly squeezing the soft globes. Her hands clasp over mine, her fingers twisting around mine.
Shit, I've gone too far.
But Little Miss Sunshine keens into my palm and instead of pushing me away, she pulls my hand under her skirt, further between her legs. My fingers linger on the frilly edge of her panties, waiting for an invitation. She groans, thrusting softly into my open hand. I take that as a sign.
I push the fabric aside. I run a finger slowly across her quivering seam and my fingers are wet with her honey. She's so damn wet.
And now I don't want to stop. Not until she's coming for me, not until she's washed in pleasure at my hands.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I'll figure it out later. Right now, I just want to make this pussy purr for me. I want to feel it vibrating on my tongue.
Dropping to my knees, I pull her panties down around her ankles. She steps out of them as I caress her ass beneath the fabric of her dress. I cup those succulent cheeks and lift her legs around my neck. I rise to my feet. Fuelled by my raging libido, I stumble a few steps forward, walking her back into a sky-high hay bale.
She yelps with surprise and I chuckle. I bury my face in her mound, sucking a mouthful of that fat pussy between my lips. My tongue circles her clit as I suction that sweet honey dribbling down my chin. It's a fucking mess but I love it like hell.
Lily groans, bucking against my mouth, pulling on my short hair. I knead that beautiful ass with my fingers and her ankles lock behind my neck. It's impossible for my cock to get any harder as she rides my face like it's a mechanical bull. My fingers sink into her ass crack, pulling her apart, spreading that pretty pussy for me.
Yes, it's vulgar but I'm a demented man right now, losing all sense of decency as Lily's cunt ripples on my tongue.
This is insanity. I shouldn’t be doing this. But I've gone too far. I've got to see it through.
"Jakob!" she cries out in a broken voice. Her whole body begins to tremble. I groan low and long and the vibration travels into her body.
She's coming now, her petite frame clenching hard. My arms wrap around her waist and I slide her down so that we're chest to chest. My fingers find her clit and I strum it like a mad man.
She clings to me, arms fastened around my neck, legs tight around my waist, face buried against my chest. The planked walls absorb her cries as the orgasm shakes its way through her.
I hold her until the storm has passed.
When it's all over, I set her on the ground and stumble a step back. Both stunned by what we just did, we stare at each other silently in the shadowy barn.
Shit…
I want to apologize, to ask her if she's okay.
Instead, I leave her there, turning on my heel in a haze of shock and rushing out of the barn.
Chapter 22
Lily
I feel a whole lot of trepidation when I let myself into Grace's house on Saturday night. She's been making an effort to be nice to me but I still feel a massive gulf between us. She's so different from Faith. She's guarded and closed-off while Faith is a carefree, riotous good time. Anyway, I'm only here for two nights and before I know it, I'll be back on the farm on Monday.
"Hello?" I call out as I lock the door and shove my keys into my pocket, a cloth shopping bag hanging off of my arm.
"Hey! In here!" she calls out over the loud alternative rock blasting through the house. Sebastian scampers down the hall at full speed on his hands and knees. I honestly didn't know that babies could crawl that fast.
"Hi there, honey," I coo as I lean over and scoop him up. "How ya been? I missed you." I plant a kiss in his wild hair and he gurgles a string of unintelligible sounds. I laugh, giving him a good squeeze.
I step into the kitchen and a medley of herbs and spices fills my lungs. "Whoa, that smells good," I groan. "What on earth are you cooking?" I peek over Grace's shoulder.
She turns to me and grins. "Slow cooker lentil stew with polenta," she announces. "I figured you could use a break from all the red meat you must be eating on that farm. The lentils are still packed with protein for the little one." She rubs a hand across my belly.
“Aww. That's very thoughtful of you." I feel tears building in my eyes. These hormones are turning me into an automatic sprinkler system, I swear.
Grace gives me a knowing look. “Ah, the pregnancy waterworks, I see.”
I laugh, setting the bag of fresh produce on the counter and I wipe my tears with my wrist. “It’s crazy,” I say, sniffling. “Out of control. Anyway, Jakob sent you some fruits and veggies.” I tip my head toward the bag. “You’ve got to taste the cherry tomatoes.”
She wastes no time grabbing one, rinsing it off and popping it into her mouth. “Mmm. Wow!”
“I know, right?” I say, holding a tomato under the water before biting into it, too. “I never knew tomatoes could taste so good.”
She still looks euphoric. “Jakob has the magic touch. He's the only farmer I know who can have outdoor tomatoes ready for harvest at this time of year and have them tasting so delicious.”
A wicked smile inches across my mouth. I know all about Jakob's "magic touch". And his heavenly lips. And his miracle-making fingers. And I'm sure that his cock has supernatural powers of its own. Of course, I would never dare to say that out loud. Instead, I just bob my head in agreement.
I still don’t understand what the fuck happened in the barn the other day. One minute I was falling apart, distressed over Trevor’s rejection. The next minute, I was falling apart for a whole different reason. I’ve been attracted to Jakob since the first moment that I saw him. But I never thought that he’d actually put his hands on me.
He has all these rules. He’s so strict about running his business in a professional manner. Plus, he when he found out I’m pregnant I was sure that even the minuscule possibility of him being interested in me had evaporated. But there he was the other day in the barn, strong and virile and domineering, tongue-fucking the daylights out of me.
Was it a pity tongue-fuck or was it an I-like-you tongue-fuck? I don’t know. And that’s neither here nor there because I’m pretty sure he won’t be tongue-fucking me under any circumstances in the future.
Le sigh…
Grace is completely oblivious to my inner dialogue. Thank god. She stirs the pot of polenta vigorously and a smile brightens her features when an upbeat Coldplay song comes on. "Oh my goodness, Sebastian loves this song."
I look down at the baby who's now bouncing on my hip, giving his mother a toothy grin as she shimmies and spins just to make him laugh.
"Sorry," she says, her attention returning to me. "He really loves that song."
I shrug, beaming. "It's a good song," I concede, tapping my foot to the tune.
"So tell me, how are you feeling?” she asks me. “Any morning sickness?"
"Sometimes. Generally, I'm okay. Aside from the constant need to pee."
She laughs. "Oh, I remember that. It's worse at night."
"I know, right?" Some nights I feel like just balling up next to the toilet with my pillow because my bladder needs to be drained every 90 minutes.
"And how's work? Jakob treating you okay?"
The question causes a shiver to run across my skin as the thought of his tongue probing my pussy crosses my mind.
I cannot complain about the way Jakob's been treating me.
"Jakob's been great," I say a little too enthusiastically. "And Mini is fabulous."
Grace doesn't seem to notice my wonky intonation. "That's great," she says as she continues to stir the hell out of that polenta, swinging her hips to the music. “I’m glad that you’re liking your job.”
"How are you? You seem to be in an awesome mood."
She spins with a flourish to face me. "Y'know — I'm in a really good place. I've been listening to the new meditation CD that Isla just put out and I've just decided to stop stressing over this thing between me and Daniel. I don’t like the person I've become because of it. I'm miserable and it's affecting my relationship with Sebastian and with my friends, with you...so I've decided to just go with the flow. I called him earlier and left a voice message and I was like, 'I love you and I hope that there's a future for us but I'm not willing to mess up today because I'm so busy worrying about whether we'll be together tomorrow'."
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