Road to Love (Triple R Book 4)

by Jules Dixon

“Let’s go get a drink. You like champagne?”

  “Not really, but I’ll have a glass in your honor.”

  “How very southern of you, Drex.”

  ****

  We walked through the back door of the farmhouse after midnight. Cade followed behind, held up a pair of earplugs, and without saying a word left us alone.

  Shaking his head and chuckling, Oliver grabbed two beers from the fridge. He offered me one, then sat at the table. “Let’s talk. I can tell there’s something you need to say and I want to hear whatever it is.”

  “Aston, I’m ready for you and me to make a home, as well as a family.”

  “Okay, let’s start looking for houses.”

  “What do you think about this one?” I pointed with my bottle.

  “I like it, but I don’t think the next owners will like us camping out here.”

  “What if Rahl and Sage will be the next owners of this property and they asked me to stay on as the manager to farm the land, with a rental agreement?”

  “Is that what Rahl talked to you about outside?”

  “It is.”

  Ollie stared at his beer, peeling the label slowly.

  I grabbed his hand. “Babe, don’t you have anything to say?”

  He sniffled and shiny tears dripped down his cheeks. I’d never seen him cry, and it had me choking back tears of my own.

  He cleared his throat. “I almost don’t know where to start. Rahl and Sage are my family and that they’ll be in our lives forever has me beyond happy. That we’re going to have a baby to raise together in this home is better than anything I could have dreamed of. And I have you, and now you get to do what you love.”

  I leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “I love you. Farming is my job and it holds a tiny place in my heart. You hold 99.9 percent of my heart, Oliver Aston.”

  “Living here will be so great. I love the stars out here in the country, and this house is…” He glanced around and bit his lip, trying to find a descriptive word that encompassed what I even saw as faded, country 80s decor, and way past time for an overhaul. “Well, it’s still standing and has great bones. Can we remodel?”

  I squeezed his hand. “I’ll ask, but I don’t see why not. It will only increase their property’s value.”

  “My mother will insist on taking care of the decorating and any structural alterations. I’m going to be honest, it’s better just to let her do what she wants. Well, within budget, which we’ll have to keep on her about that. Rahl and Jude have construction experience. Sage will want to help my mom with the—”

  I grinned as he rambled on and on about all the people in our lives who would want to make sure they were involved in making this well-loved farmhouse ours.

  “Why the shit-eating grin, Jamison?”

  “Did you even think before you said you’ll be mine forever?”

  “Didn’t have to. I’ve wanted you since the first day we met. You were really good at hiding what you wanted, though, and when I stood up and declared my feelings, I walked to the bathroom and threw up, then I went and brushed my teeth just in case you came around and I got to kiss those fucking fantastic lips. That told me I was already in deep with you.”

  “Why did you always walk around my desk?”

  Ollie slid his hand into mine and his soft fingers skimmed the skin on my calloused hand. “That damn desk was always between us, separating us. Even the short distance tortured me. When I walked around your office, pretending to be stretching my legs, I was trying to be closer to you.”

  I stood and tugged on his hand. “Come to bed with me, my husband.”

  “I’d love to, my husband. My cowboy.”

  He started for the stairs, and I wrapped my arms around him from behind, directing him into the living room. “Back this way. It’ll be ours anyway, might as well start using it.” I guided him toward the master bedroom and opened the French doors that separated it from the family room. “I think they must have had a wall taken down and made the dining room into the living room, and the living room and a small bedroom into one big bedroom on this floor.”

  Oliver walked into the room. “It’s perfect. We can have the baby in here with us until she’s old enough to be on her own upstairs.”

  “She?”

  “Did I say that?”

  “Ollie, don’t be gettin’ your hopes up.”

  “I won’t. It was a slip of the tongue.”

  I love your slippery tongue.

  Oliver spun around. I could see that we were going to break this room in right. He’d had enough of making love. It was time for Ollie to unleash the side of him that was part animal and part dominant. He glanced around the room, taking in the options, looking for somewhere to bend me over and have his way. Comfortable wasn’t really a factor. Support for both of us was. I chuckled as he assessed the options, running his hand over the sewing machine that wasn’t going to hold either of us. Then the old trunk, he dropped to his knees to check the height.

  Nope, not going to work, Aston. Keep moving.

  Watching him circling the room made my heart pound. It was watching my emotional and sexual fate unfolding in front of my eyes.

  “I think I have a better idea.” Oliver grabbed my hand and led me from the room.

  He marched us out the back door and to the barn. For it being after midnight, I was remarkably awake and ready for anything. I helped him slide the barn door open enough for us to slide inside.

  “There a little light in this place?” he asked, holding his cell phone up to use the flashlight app.

  I flipped on the wall light that cast gray long shadows over the room and the horses roused from their sleep.

  Oliver’s blue eyes scintillated sparks of silver indicating that this was the place. He again slowly trailed from one object to another as he examined the room and the spirited options for a little roughhousing together. I didn’t know where or how, but my heart pounded with anticipation. He grabbed a couple of the horse blankets and pulled me along to the back of the barn where the light was obscure shadows. Oliver threw the blankets over a stack of hay bales that seemed to have the right height and stability.

  “Cowboy, I want you to keep the hat and the boots on tonight.”

  “Whatever you want, babe.”

  Oliver’s thin fingers unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders. Lifting my t-shirt, he kissed his way across my chest, tugging my nipples with his teeth until I was moaning for him to move the action along, but he was in the mood to drag out our time together. His goal was to have me begging him to have his way with me. To have me screaming on my knees, challenging him to just take me. To bring me to the edge of gratification over and over, until the only thing I really felt was him before we crashed over the cliff of pleasure together.

  “Take your jeans off, but put those boots back on.” He removed his own shirt.

  I did as he asked. Standing there with my erection jutting out from my body, Oliver rounded my body and his hand cupped my ass, squeezing my flesh in his warm palm, trailing his thin fingers between my ass cheeks, teasing me.

  “Widen your stance, baby,” his words hissed against the back of my earlobe, heating my body with his want.

  I moved my legs and Ollie’s spit-drenched finger slipped inside of me, then a second joined to stretch me to his liking. My legs weakened and his arm wrapped around my waist as he took his time in getting me primed for his entry.

  “Ollie, please.”

  “I know you want us to connect, but tonight I’m taking my time. When I fuck you, it’ll be something that will make us husband and husband. Forever together, mind, body, and souls.”

  I moaned and clenched around his fingers.

  “You like that, right?” he asked.

  “I want you inside of me.”

  “We’ll get there. There’s no rush tonight.” His fingers rubbed my prostate.

  I grabbed my shaft, working myself in time to his internal torment.

  “Yo
u want me to do that?” He brushed his body along mine.

  I couldn’t do anything but moan because he was torturing me from the inside out. Everywhere. My brain was screaming, my heart was pounding, my breaths were harsh and fast, and my cock wanted to explode with his every moment of attention.

  He took over for me and I braced myself against a post.

  “Please. Ollie, please.”

  He chuckled at my begging. “Cowboy, just enjoy.”

  The warmth started in my gut and spread as he increased both the intensity of his rubbing internally and his stroking externally. And then the moment came when there was a resonating hum through my body. I saw our future together and the happiness of the vision made my body sing out. My cock jerked, and Ollie caught the majority of my eruption in his hand. My knees went rubbery, so he pushed me forward onto my stomach on the blanket-covered bale of hay. There was the quick rip of a zipper, and in one smooth thrust, he was deep inside of me. His thigh fronts pressing against the back of mine.

  I was still in the midst of my reverberating release when I realized he was bareback and I could feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock. He just let us be connected.

  “Holt, as much as I want this to last, baby, you’re too warm and too tight.”

  “Then do what you said you were going to, my husband. Fuck me and make it good ‘cause I’m hard again.”

  “I guess you were right. We were meant to do this.”

  His thrusts brought both of us to the edge, then he would slow the action down. Dragging out what was making my endorphin-laced brain roll with anticipation for him to make us the couple our hearts always had been.

  “Ollie, it’s time, or I’m gonna pass out. Come hard in me, my Nebraska stud.”

  “My cowboy, I’m there.” He grunted his release as his thin fingers dug into my hips.

  His cock pulsing inside of me and my body reacted naturally to the sensations it had never felt. I bellowed through my second punitive release of the night. The orgasm was much more fleeting but more satisfying than my first because we were connected.

  Heart. Body. Soul.

  His body trapped mine on the blanket.

  “Ollie?”

  He said nothing. His panting in my ear sounded more like he’d run a marathon than that he’d had sex.

  I kissed his cheek. “Babe, are you okay?”

  “Shit, I love you, Holt. I’ll love you more tomorrow and I’ll love you into eternity.”

  I chuckled. “Post-orgasm poetry could be a new line of work for you.”

  His chest bounced with a chuckle of happiness as he pulled from my body and rolled me over.

  “All the truth.”

  “I love you, too, and holy shit. The sex? Damn, Aston.”

  “Sorry about the no protection, kind of just happened.”

  I pulled his head down into a deep kiss. “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”

  Ollie laughed. “Yeah, not as effective as you’d imagine.”

  We held each other on the hay bale until we started to see our breath in the cold night air, then we went inside the house and showed the commitment and love we had to each other, again.

  I was pretty sure Cade was smart for wearing earplugs.

  Epilogue

  Oliver

  “Oliver, do you have another serving dish for the green beans?”

  I found a dish for Mama, and then I, like the other males, sprinted to the man cave where it was safe, away from Best Grandma Showdown #2, as we referred to this first Thanksgiving with a baby in the farmhouse, but second Thanksgiving with everyone together. The competition was fierce between Holt’s mother, Cordie, and my mother, Andi, and the grandpas weren’t that far behind in having their own rumble to vie for best of the best. Only meant they were truly invested in our family and what was best for all of us, so Holt and I just sat back and watched the amusing show of love.

  Sitting on the love seat, Holt fed our baby girl. She downed her bottle like she didn’t want to miss any of the grandma action in the kitchen. Sophia Faith Jamison-Aston loved her grandmothers. Her name was a mouthful, sure, but it fit. We called her Sophie, and she was everything we’d dreamed of. Everyone realized there were special powers at work with this child. Sophie had Holt’s chocolate hair and my blue eyes. A piece of both of us in her DNA, even if that was genetically impossible.

  And God, is she gorgeous and cheerful, and my heart explodes whenever she smiles that dimpled smile at me.

  The last year had been a whirlwind of preparations before Sophie came into the world. Then there was crying as she arrived, both her and all of her parents, and a lack of sleep from that point on. She had a knack for getting up at the crack of dawn, like her daddy—that was what Holt was called—and together they would go feed the animals. I was Dad. The distinction seemed to work for everyone.

  The farmhouse was fully remodeled, thanks to Gigi Andi, my mother’s choice of grandma moniker. Every inch of the 92-year-old place was altered to become something we would live in for the foreseeable future, with an addition that became a man cave for Holt and our friends. I swore Holt was sweet on Andi and her on him, but I wasn’t jealous. However, I thought I’d seen someone else who was and it’d confirmed my suspicions about my parents being soul mates who just couldn’t live together. It happens, better to move on, but that was the thing. My dad, who was without a girlfriend for what I believed was the first time in his life, had moved back to Omaha. I didn’t know if it meant anything, and I kind of thought maybe it was because of Sophie, but having Dad here was nice, so I never questioned his reasoning.

  The year had been a decent one for farming, and Sage and Holt couldn’t have been happier with Holt’s efforts. Holt and Rahl had really hit it off, participating in skeet-shooting competitions together and usually trading off first and second place. Holt decided to supplement our income by working on contract part-time at VSI. Farming was his passion, translating was his way of providing for Sophie and me, because honestly, farming wasn’t exactly a payout of much else but grain.

  Turned out I wasn’t totally farming incompetent. I had a green thumb for growing vegetables, and even Cordie was impressed with my garden. Now, horses and me, there was just something I didn’t get about being on the back of an animal that could decide at any moment it didn’t like you there. Holt respected my choice and he, Cade, and Breigh would saddle up the horses to go for long rides. Cade’s girlfriend, Emie, would wait with me in the farmhouse. Horses and I didn’t mix, but horses and her, well, I’d actually seen one reach out and bite her for no reason. Animals knew evil when they were around it. I’d admit that after aiming to be Satan’s progeny, Cade’s girlfriend was on the threshold of becoming an actual human, and Sophie loved her, which had to count for something. Seemed not getting that last key back from Emerson had worked out for Cade who had moved into my apartment after I moved out. Not sure exactly how all of that went down, but I can only imagine her surprise finding him in the bed and not me. I had to laugh every time I thought about it.

  “Hello!” Chloe called out from the back porch.

  The grandmas gave their greetings to Sophie’s other set of parents. We all had a very easygoing attitude about raising Sophie. Everyone agreed we wanted her to know where she came from, who she was, and who loved her. So many people who loved her. The fact that Jake Greenstein turned out to hold title as the Best Ass Wiper in the World wasn’t lost on me as ironic, but he was a great stepdaddy-to-be and that was what really mattered.

  Holt finished burping her, getting an impressive release that warranted a ten on a scale of ten.

  “Can I?” Chloe reached out.

  “Always.” Holt handed her off and kissed Chloe’s cheek. “I’d better go manage Gramageddon in the kitchen before they clash for best mashed potato recipe.” He sighed as the banter in the kitchen escalated. “Again.”

  “Hey, baby girl.” Jake kissed Sophie’s forehead as Chloe snuggled our daughter into both of them on the sofa. />
  Looking across the room at Daddy Red, and my father Nate, and Cade with Emie sitting on his lap in a big chair, and Jake and Chloe with Sophie, and hearing Holt dealing diplomatically, but cursing in German under his breath in the kitchen with Mama and Mom—it was hard to believe how blessed our lives had become in just one short year.

  The road hadn’t been exactly smooth, but I’d take a washboard country road that led me back to my man over a glassy, flat blacktop any day.

  After all, the bumps in the road made me remember what Holt and I’d done last night.

  Totally worth it.

  The End

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