"Oh, right," she said vaguely, fiddling with the machine.
He walked up to the counter, confidently, and put the basket down in front of her.
She took out the shampoo first, then the wine, and then she looked back in and gave him the briefest but most unmistakable of surprised glances.
He could see she was trying not to smile as she picked the first pack up and ran it twice through the scanner. Two packs. That would be good for village gossip. Not just a shag, then – a commitment. Farmer Rhys had a girlfriend. The next Young Farmers' barn dance should be interesting.
"Actually, I don't want the soup," he said. "Or the tablets. I'll just take these, OK?"
"If you're sure."
The effort of pretending not to notice the condoms was telling on Olwen as she shovelled everything into a plastic bag and told him how much he owed her.
"Anything planned for the weekend?" she asked slyly, taking his twenty pound note.
"Oh, you know. Depends on the weather."
She nodded sagely. "Have to make our own entertainment, don't we, when it's like this?"
She gave him his change.
"Pretty much," he said, seizing the plastic bag. "Good morning."
He kept his head high, moving through the narrow aisles as fast as he could.
"Yes, I'm sure it is," said Olwen to his back. "For some of us."
He saw a light in the kitchen when he parked in the yard and his stomach flipped at the thought that she was there, waiting for him. He picked up his plastic bag and ran, dodging bullets of rain, until he reached the back door.
She stood at the sink, washing a cup and bowl, wearing only one of his shirts and that chunky sweater again. He wondered if she was wearing knickers and the thought that she probably wasn't, because she didn't have a clean pair, almost made his knees give way beneath him.
"What a beautiful day," she said, turning to him with a beaming smile.
He hung up his coat and crooked a finger at her.
"Come here," he said. "Something's wrong with your mouth."
"Oh? What?" She put her fingers to her lips, frowning as she walked over.
"It needs a kiss," he said, grabbing hold of her and remedying the situation.
She giggled and shrieked at first, but it took less than two seconds for her to sink, sighing, into his embrace, moulding her body against his. They were such a perfect fit, he thought. Holding her felt natural and right. And there was none of this 'watch my hair, don't smudge my lipstick' nonsense he remembered from Hannah.
No, don't entertain that thought. Live in the now, and make the most of this gorgeous girl you've somehow lured into your arms.
They broke off, foreheads together, eyes too close to focus.
"Did you go to the…?" she asked.
"Mm hmm."
"Did you get the…?"
"Mm hmm."
"Do you want to…?"
"Oh yes."
He snatched up the bag and led her by the elbow out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the bedroom.
"Right then," he said, throwing the bag on to the bed and trapping Kim against him with an arm. "What have we got here?"
She put her hands on his neck and clasped them, having to stand on tiptoes to reach up for a kiss.
"You tell me," she challenged.
"Well, for a start, you're wearing my old clothes. I could put you out in the fields as a scarecrow."
"Sweet talker!"
"I don't think you'd scare many crows though. If I were a crow I'd be all over you."
"You already are all over me."
"Not as much as I want to be."
She sucked in a delighted breath. He slid his hand underneath the shirt and up her thigh.
As he reached the curve of her bottom, he flashed his eyes at her, grinning.
"I thought so," he said. "Bad girl." He pinched her bare arse and she wriggled against him.
"Who needs knickers?" she said, a pertinent question if ever he'd heard one.
"Well, quite. I'd ban them, myself, if it was up to me. Well, not all of them. Not the really skimpy sexy ones. But the rest could all go."
"That would be fun. Everyone walking around commando-style."
"I don't care about everyone else, but I think I'm going to ban them for you. While you're on my property, no knickers at any time. What do you think?"
"I can't see a problem."
"I'll take you up on the fell, if it ever stops raining, and you can show your bare bum to the sheep. That's before I bend you over a stile and shag you senseless, of course."
"Of course. Mmm." She pressed herself against him, rubbing her pussy against his burgeoning erection, lifting a leg and hooking it around his thigh in unmistakable invitation.
"Did you want something, madam?" He held her arse cheeks in both hands under the shirt, pulling her closer in.
"I was so disappointed when I woke up alone this morning," she whispered. "I couldn't wait for you to get back."
"Really? Why's that, then?"
"Because I've got the raging hots for you, farmer boy."
"Who are you calling a boy? I think I might have to correct that idea."
"Please do."
He bent his knees and jolted her legs around his waist before straightening up and walking, with her attached to him, over to the bed.
He fell forward, dropping her on to her back, and crouched over her like a predatory beast, inspecting its next meal. Her shirt and jumper had rucked up to the top of her thighs, so her knickerless state was quite obvious. And even if he couldn't have seen it, the intoxicating scent of her arousal swirled around his olfactory nerves.
"Let's have this off, shall we?" he growled, low down in his chest, removing her sweater first, then undoing the couple of buttons that stood between him and his prey.
He parted the shirt to expose her breasts with their rose-red bullet-hard nipples, like the cherries on a cake.
He couldn't resist a quick squeeze and flick of them, then he laid himself on top of her and kissed her until his breath ran out, holding her face in his palms while she raked at his hair.
"Right," he said, rearing up. "Too many clothes."
He shed them with manic speed, flinging them to the floor without regard for where they landed. By the time he was down to his underpants, his cock was rigidly erect and all his blood seemed to have rushed from his head downwards.
Its one eye, complete with a tear of pale liquid, seemed to accuse him of base lusts.
What do you mean? He defended himself silently. You started all this. You're the one that gets me into these situations. I'm just doing what you want.
Kim had taken hold of the plastic bag and she plundered its depths, retrieving one of the boxes of condoms.
"Oh, you bought two, did you?" she exclaimed with a dirty laugh. "Two packs of twelve."
"They should last the day," he said, taking the box from her hand. "Perhaps I should have got three…"
"Oh my God, what have I let myself in for?"
He smiled wolfishly, enjoying her trepidation and the way she lay captive between his straddling thighs.
He licked the fore and index fingers of his right hand and placed them between her pussy lips, rubbing them slowly, deliberately, up and down and around the bulge of her clit.
"Fuck, you've got the touch," she whispered. He saw her eyelids flutter, watched her lips tremble as he kept the pressure up. His fingers were soon slick and juicy and he pushed them up inside her, attending to her clit with his thumb.
She rotated her hips, trying to get him deeper but he didn't want to tease her too long this time. He needed to get inside her, needed it more than he could ever express.
He put the condom box to his mouth and tore off the cellophane strip with his teeth. But opening the thing one-handed was more difficult than he remembered and he had to remove his fingers from Kim's cunt to get the foil-wrapped square out.
She exhaled a slight protest, but her lips curved up
wards when she looked at him.
"Don't worry; you won't be empty for long," he muttered, tearing the corner of the packet with his teeth.
"I can't wait to have you inside me," she said. "I think you'll fill me right up."
Her words inflamed him so much that he had to shut his eyes and steady his head for a moment.
He took the ring of latex from the foil and skinned it on, as quickly as he could without tearing it, then he lowered his chest over Kim's until he rested on his elbows. His cock stroked her inner thigh while he positioned himself inside her legs, and he ducked his head for a quick but lavish lick of her nipples before catching her mouth in a kiss.
She raised her legs, widening the angle for him, and rubbed her heels along his calves while he advanced slowly, bathing the head of his cock between her pussy lips before resting it at the tight opening of her cunt.
He moved his lips to her earlobe and nibbled on it before whispering, "Are you ready for this?"
"Oh yeah," she whispered back, sounding pained.
"Good. Hold tight."
She held on to his shoulders while he pushed forward. Multiple sensations unfurled in his brain, little bursts of lusciousness. So tight. So hot. So wet.
He felt her stretch for him, then hold him tight, her yielding warmth everything he dreamed it would be. He would have to see that he lasted longer than yesterday when she blew him, though. He didn't want her taking him for a two minute wonder.
But this feeling was so incredible, he was going to need every ounce of his self-control.
He pushed on until every inch of him lay clasped inside her and his balls rested on the curve of her arse. Now he had her, he could take a moment to let the intensity of sensation ease and settle. He took a good look at the girl he had pinned on the end of his cock, lapping up her look of wide-eyed adoration and her pink-tinged cheeks.
"God, you feel good," she said. "Fucking amazing. Oh, just stay in me. Just keep it in there."
"I could do that," he said. "You've got the tightest, sweetest little pussy I ever fucked. I could keep at you all day and night."
She rolled her eyes back. "Oh God." He almost thought she might start crying, but the moment passed and she smiled, lifted her head and kissed him. "There's something really powerful," she said. "I can't figure it out."
He put a finger on her lip.
"Shh," he said. "Stop thinking. Just let it happen. Now brace yourself, love, because you've got it coming to you."
He took his first thrust and he made it a forceful one, just so she had some idea of what lay in her future. The bedsprings creaked and he pulled back again, but this time he took it more gently. It wouldn't do to peak too soon, after all.
So he concentrated on building her up, bringing her to the brink with slow, firm thrusts. Every so often, he fingered her clit while the inexorable rhythm beat its tattoo upon the creaking mattress. He paused now and then, when his cock seemed to be working faster than his brain, to think of jobs that needed doing around the farm.
It became harder to disengage, though, as Kim's breathing shortened and her cheeks burnt redder and redder.
The glaze in her eyes told him that she was getting close now. He increased his pace and pressed his lips to her ear.
"Is this hard enough, love?"
She nodded.
"Because you need it hard, don't you? Really good and hard, all the time. You need to be worked, like this."
His cock pounded into her, forcing little jerky sighs from her lips each time.
"Oh God," she cried.
Her fingers pinched at him, nails digging into his shoulders. She raised her bottom from the mattress and gave him an even deeper angle of penetration. He took full advantage of it, his hips working like fury, sweat breaking out on his brow.
"You're going to give it up to me," he vowed breathlessly. "I'm going to make you come."
He knew it was the right time to say it, picking up on the first little flutters of her orgasm as she clenched around his cock. She was all but there.
He put his thumb back on her clit and went hell for leather, so that the headboard clattered against the wall.
Her cry was helpless and primal and it spurred him on to dive over the edge himself. Her face in the throes of orgasm was the most unbearably erotic thing he had ever seen, wild and alight with the pleasure he had driven into her.
His orgasm penetrated to his very bones, lighting a path along his spine, across his ribcage, deep inside his pelvis. His knees gave way and he collapsed on top of Kim, although not too heavily, aware of how much bigger than her he was.
She clasped him to her chest and squeezed, kissing his cheek and his ear.
He turned his face to her, regarding her through almost-closed eyes.
"You're still alive then," he drawled, his voice thick.
"Barely," she said, then, after a contemplative pause, "Bloody hell."
"Good, then?"
"Too fucking right. You?"
"Oh yes."
He gathered her into his arms and let her burrow her head beneath his arm and his chest, stroking her hair gently and rhythmically while her breathing and his heartbeat slowed.
"Wish I smoked now," he said.
"Nah, you don't. You'd never make it up those hills."
Something occurred to him and he raised his head, looking towards the window.
"Glory be," he said. "I think it's stopped raining."
Chapter Five
Rhys didn't much want to get out of bed, but the unexpected break in the weather combined with Skip's whining and scratching at the door left him little alternative.
"Right," he said, sitting up with an effort. "These sheep aren't going to dip themselves. I need to get on."
"Ohhhh." Kim pouted and tried to pull him back down. "Don't go. It's going to rain again in a minute, I promise."
"Listen, my little nymphet, sex can wait but sheep can't. I've got to take advantage of this sunshine. Don't worry. I'll save some of my strength for you."
"You better had."
He kissed her nose.
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
"I'll come out with you."
"All right. What are you going to put on your feet though?"
"Oh. I dunno."
"This is ridiculous. We need to get to town, get you some clothes at least."
"I'm fine, honestly." She grabbed his hand. Her eyes were earnest, and slightly fearful. "Haven't you got a spare pair of wellies?"
"Yeah. They're size eleven. What are you?"
"Oh. Four."
"Right."
"I'll just put my old ballet slippers on. They're ruined anyway. Bit of mud won't make much difference. Oh, don't look like that. I want to come and see you being all sheep-farmer-y on the hills. One man and his dog. I used to watch that when I was a kid. Can you do all those special whistles?"
He shook his head, smiling, defeated.
"Come on, then. Get your kit on. My kit, that is. And don't forget – no knickers."
Despite his recent exertions, the thought sent an undeniable message to his groin and he had to put his pants on in a hurry before things got out of hand.
Skip hurled herself at him the minute he opened the door and chased them down the stairs, snuffling in puzzlement at Kim's thighs so she had to push the dog's face away.
Rhys frowned disapprovingly at the figure she cut in her silly shoes and bare legs, his jumper wrapped around her again, but there was nothing to be done about it. As soon as the rain started again, he was taking her into town for some decent wellies, though. No two ways about that, whether she liked it or not.
He opened the door on to the muddy yard.
"OK," he said. "I hope you've got plenty of puff because we're going right to the top of the fell today. I've got to get the sheep down to the bottom field, ready for dipping. Hopefully tomorrow, weather permitting."
He took her hand and ran with her across the yard while she squealed and swore at t
he amount of thick, sucking mud splattering itself on her legs.
The fields were only slightly less churned up, and he dragged her along, slipping and sliding all the way, up the slopes. Skip pelted on ahead, only stopping to run back when Rhys put his fingers between his lips and whistled to her.
"Oh, you can!" exclaimed Kim. "That's so cool. I've never been able to do it. How do you do it?"
"You know how to whistle, don't you?" he teased, grinning at her. "Just put your lips together…and blow."
She pouted in an exaggerated fashion and exhaled a pathetic echo of his shrill blast. He silenced her by ducking down to kiss it away. They stood like that, snogging in the middle of the field while sheep baaed in confusion around them until Skip started barking and jumping up at Rhys' legs.
"You'll ruin me, girl," muttered Rhys, setting off up the hill again. "Sapping my strength, you are."
"You love it," said Kim. "And so do I. It's ages since I was out in the open like this." She breathed in hugely. "The air's so clean. And there's nothing to see but green, green, green. It's amazing."
"Your travels didn't take you to the countryside then?"
"No. City to city to city. Grey buildings, exhaust fumes, fast food. I really needed a break. This is exactly what the doctor ordered."
Rhys patted her bottom. "Did he order the sex as well?"
"You know, I reckon he did."
"Good. Because there's a lot more of that coming your way."
She elected to give up speech, the slope becoming much steeper now and taking up all of her breath in the climbing.
She sat on a dry stone wall and watched Rhys and Skip work together to round up the scattered flock and drive them down the hillside.
"I'd definitely give you the prize," she said, jumping down and following them on the journey to the lower field.
"Would you? What for?" He turned around from his shepherding and held out his hand to her.
"Sheepdog trials. That was so smooth."
"Skip's a real pro," he said.
"So are you."
"Oh, I don’t know about that. I'm getting better though. You should have seen me when I took over this place. All over the bloody shop, I was. Sheep hurling themselves off the fell to get away from me."
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